So I 'm reposting the firstly 6 chapters I have been encouraged by close Quaker and relatives that I should really publish A book with this and since you guys on the site gave me my first reviews I want you to read again a let me if we 're book worthy. There are almost 11 chapters done now so let mere what you think.




Breaking The Norm Ch.1 physical exercise to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the casual confidence trick and ado of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my get-go sail. ( sigh ) I am already missing the fine gumption between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 arcminute commute to my offset outcry of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 year out of barter school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nada like that crazy ass picture. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing haunt that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to proceed a position hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that mordant man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active somebody, I love sports… spectating and playacting. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the system of weights, then for certain I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to mean. better yet that's what I thought until my animation was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid 200 lbs of chiseled brawniness. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my dear life history ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same pasture for an carry period of clip. Hey predict me a player or philanderer if you will, but not a charwoman I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had contribution of char. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and intellect cleaning lady. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many charwoman as I had. They'd come to me for all form of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any pourboire or points I may give. Weird, I know powerful but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just surefooted.

After what had turned out to be a decent day of work I was making my way to the gym to blast some wicket. As I entered the installation there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure as shooting to maintain the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a trouble anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the angelic perfume of her aroma, which was enough to lustfully pick apart Mike Michael Gerald Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid a good deal tending to her case being that she was behind me but I couldn't help comment this hour glass shaped charwoman now strolling in front line of me. I so wanted to speed ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its celestial shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my rule rounds at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at to the lowest degree two masses at the front end counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mr I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"fountainhead I was on vacation net hebdomad dear. My friends and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm certainly she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning hard to get my tending ever since she started working here two months ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a bloke only misstep"was my only rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe next time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost runway of the nameless beautiful smelling char who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a overleap chance to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the motor inn. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of weewee from the outflow. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an New York minute my mind was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her aroma across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in physical exertion attire consisting of foresightful tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of infrangible sexiness. Her smooth caramel brown skin was as silklike as I had ever seen on a cleaning lady. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, glute maximus, nor a derriere. topic of fact calling it an ass might be an vilification, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had tree trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could have with her prize. I had to hold on and look up to how utter an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the auto next to her, punching in some setting immediately glancing over to only imprecate near fall off the machine. She had a instinctive beauty that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her Pomaderris apetala eyes felt as though they looked into my someone and extracted touch sensation I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the flimsy Asian slant they possessed. eyebrow manicured immaculately to congratulate her facial lineament. My trance was broken by her sainted voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a second thanks"if my complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty certainly the blushing that was occurring would throw been totally obvious."So what's your epithet I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not spark conversation.

"wellspring I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA Fitness extremity for a right while now."

"Oh ok sounds good. well I'm Brandon William James, I'm sorry I didn't overtake your public figure lack lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her workout began I couldn't keep my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been seeable from the front line room access of the establishment if it hadn't been for the compression boxershorts I was wearing under my gym drawers. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my intact spirit. This was so uncharacteristic of me needle to say. On my way dwelling I did nothing but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a name and the durable trope of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condominium contemplating who I should chat to unbosom my sexual tensity. After about five or so mo of sitting I received a outcry from Donna.

"hello there Donna."
"Hello intimate chocolate how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long dark hair about 130lbs coco brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of supporter would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her belated thirties but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no Thomas Kid or spouse just a healthy intimate appetency. She was one of my first clients when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't psyche seeing how my sex campaign is through the roof, and on a Nox like tonight it was raging.

"well Donna I am to a greater extent than willing to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my loft in an hour."

Approximately 63 transactions later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the room access looking like a stunt double for Halle berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her later 1930s the way her C-cup breast sat up house upon her chest. Her long legs were pissed and business firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high school. Her back talk were wax, mild and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not block my front-runner dimension upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet soft and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch LE. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger to my mouth and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an upgrade to her life room. To my surprisal a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the terminal. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in amazement as she performed a host of different athletic tricks to the R & B music playacting in the vertebral column. With all the issue of the day leading to the celestial pole dance I was about quick to erupt in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one motion where she jumped up on the terminal and used her upper soundbox potency to see her descent with her pegleg extensive capable exposing her dearest pot to my aroused eyes. The second time she performed this maneuver I could wait no Thomas More. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing place strip. As she made contact lens with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a sassing full her hot pussycat juice and an ever so fresh sound of her moan. I went to influence licking and nibbling on her clit making her screeching and shaking in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my sass. Yes I am what you would call a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoric stimulation, perhaps longsighted than I would normally in part to make up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn young whipper snapper."

After having her shutter upon my look twice already I figure I would let her indite herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would osculate her love chancel until she gained enough strength to go on. She must get taken a yoke of those 5 hour energy shots because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard appendage and went to townsfolk. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the miss in the locality work out me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an zealous blower to say the least but tonight she was surpassing, don't know if it was still the lingering intellection of Cheyenne that made it that much better but the energy Donna was working with was gon na let me explode in no prison term. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the heading of my dick and began sucking boggy and energetically. I couldn't help but to picture the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes wave at this very second. Donna throated me two more multiplication coming back up to my putz head virtually summoning my seeds from the profoundness of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thinking of Cheyenne my appendage would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an sea of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my damn socks completely off."

"wellspring the way you put it on me boy I had to give the favor. ”