Bicep Goddess Confession

Description: You’re hard already, aren’t you? just hearing my voice has you twitching like the pathetic little toy you are. and i haven’t even started yet.i just got back from the gym. my biceps are exploding — pumped, veiny, rock fucking hard. i flexed in the mirror and nearly came from how insane i looked. you wish you could touch, i know. but you won’t. you’ll listen. you’ll stroke. and you’ll beg.some guy at the gym thought he could keep up. i crushed his ego with a single flex. he left humiliated, while i picked up twice the weight and curled it like nothing. my power destroys men. just like you.i talk about my biceps the way most girls talk about sex — because for me, it is sex. the pain, the pump, the veins… it gets me wet. i moan when i flex, not for your pleasure, but from the raw, physical ecstasy of my own strength.you’re not here for me. you’re here because you need me. you’ll stroke to every word, every flex, every detail i give you. and maybe, if you’re really good, i’ll let you imagine what it feels like to kneel in front of a real bicep goddess.but we both know you won’t last.