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I go to bars by myself pretty often these days. As you guy..
🕑 Added 2022-09-27 03:23:09 +0000 UTC I go to bars by myself pretty often these days. As you guys know, I travel quite a bit for work. The days are long, and more often than not, my coworkers don't feel like doing much after dinner. Not me, though. I love soaking in the local flavor of places that I'm visiting. And quite honestly.. I enjoy the attention. So this past Saturday, I put on kind of a default outfit for me. Tiny stretchy half top. Short daisy dukes that barely cover my ass. Delicate sandals. I got in a quick workout at the hotel gym to look extra pumped for my arrival. And it didn't disappoint! I entered a fairly crowded bar and immediately the people close to the entrance stopped and stared. I scanned the room and realized that, YES -- I'm the biggest and strongest person inside. As usual. I can't tell you guys how that makes me feel. You're probably some of the only men who can understand this emotion.. but having the biggest muscles makes me feel powerful beyond description. I get the confidence of a superhuman. It wasn't always like this... just a few years ago I would have been pretty sheepish in there on my own. But now, I just fucking own it. Bulging muscles on display. Miles of bare skin. Thick nipples posting through my top. Enormous glutes threatening to rip my shorts. My legs cording up with thick muscle with very step of my beautiful polished toes. As I walked through the room, the crowd parted to let me through. Any girl will tell you that this is NOT the norm. Usually we have to quietly squeeze through and hope that men will willingly make way. But this is no longer a concern for me. My bulging muscles project my strength to anyone looking, and it's just a natural reaction to let me pass. No one wants to get shoved aside by my massive body. Not that I'd really notice. I took a seat at the bar and ordered my first drink. I'm intentionally leaning in so that my thick pecs will strain against my top. The bartender - a normal guy with a goatee - is already struggling with his words. I sit on the edge of my stool, knowing that my solid ass cheeks are both hanging off the edge, bisected by a thin piece of denim running straight up the middle. I slip off my sandals, allowing my beautiful soles to breathe. And from there, I just settle in. I have my drinks and check my phone. A few different guys approached me throughout the night. They were all polite, but I wasn't in the mood to me.et anyone. Just to feel beautiful and powerful in my own skin. To inspire that delicious mix of lust and envy in those who are looking at me. And to think about you guys.. and all of the wonderful comments that you leave for me. I say it a lot but it's true... your support is a HUGE driver for my growth. I want to get bigger for you. I want to blow you mind with my muscles. I want to be more immense than you thought possible. It's tough for a normal dude at a bar to compete with all of you incredible men, so I packed up after two drinks and headed out. Hopefully I inspired some dreams amongst the patrons that night. And hopefully this little story inspires some dreams in you! ❤️ Love, Eva
