So I 'm reposting the first 6 chapters I have been encouraged by close-fitting friends and relatives that I should really publish A script with this and since you guys on the situation gave me my maiden reviews I want you to record again a let me if we 're Good Book worthy. There are almost 11 chapters done now so let mere what you think.




Breaking The average Ch.1 exercising to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning time and I was back to the casual hustle and stir of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the gay Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. ( sigh ) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 minute commute to my first vociferation of the day. Here I am 23 eld old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 eld out of trade schoolhouse. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nothing like that brainsick ass movie. As a side confidence game I managed personal networks, web Thomas Nelson Page design, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city spirit so we always have to hold back a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that blackened man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active mortal, I love sports… spectating and playing. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visit are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weighting, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to cerebrate. Better yet that's what I thought until my sprightliness was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a satisfying 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea pallid if you gander too long.

As for my honey living ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a sawbuck that tends to graze in the Saame forage for an offer period of sentence. Hey call up me a player or womaniser if you will, but not a woman 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 share of woman. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my supporter envied me because the wish they could tattle to half as many women as I had. They'd seminal fluid to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any tips or points I may generate. Weird, I know good but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a decent day of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a young lady following right after me. Being the valet de chambre that I am, I was sure to reserve the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the dulcet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid often aid to her boldness being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this minute glassful shaped adult female now strolling in social movement of me. I so wanted to hurry ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of charwoman matched its heavenly material body and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my convention rounds at the front parry. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at to the lowest degree two hoi polloi at the front counter.
"Hey madam, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"wellspring I was on vacation last week lovemaking. My champion and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

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

"Awwww it was a chap only trip"was my lone rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe succeeding time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost trail of the unnamed beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entree. As I walked towards the locker way I silently cursed myself for a neglect opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the cabinet room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to take hold of a swig of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drunkenness and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an second my mind was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a sleuthhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in workout garb consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to venture, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her smooth caramel Brown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a womanhood. What made me barricade in my runway though was her Ass. That's powerful it was not a prat, glute maximus, nor a derriere. affair of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a course A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk outer space like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could give with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfective tense an ass she had.

Forgetting my archetype intent, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some stage setting immediately glancing over to only curse near fall off the machine. She had a natural beauty that was unmatched as far as I was touch on. Her hazel optic felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feel I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian angle they possessed. brow manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My trance was broken by her saintly voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a endorsement thanks"if my complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would accept been totally obvious."So what's your public figure I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not Muriel Sarah Spark conversation.

"well I just recently moved to this field but I've been a LA physical fitness member for a trade good while now."

"Oh ok sounds good. Well I'm Brandon St. James the Apostle, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name girl lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her exercising began I couldn't go on my eyes off her. By the fourth dimension I decided to name it quits I had a raging hard on that would suffer been visible from the breast door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the concretion shorts I was wearing under my gym trunks. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My nous was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire aliveness. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way home I did nothing but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a gens and the permanent figure of speech of her working out ; that made me hungry 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 chaffer to relieve my sexual tension. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"how-do-you-do there Donna."
"how-do-you-do sexual deep brown how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so tenacious dark pilus about 130lbs coco brownish peel that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her belated 1930s but could easily expire for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no kids or spouse just a hefty intimate appetite. She was one of my first base guest when I branched off on my side of meat 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 effort is through the roof, and on a dark like tonight it was raging.

"Well Donna I am more than than unforced to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my loft in an hour."

Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's buzzer. She answered the room access looking like a stunt stunt man for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her skeletal frame, which was faultless if I must say so myself. One would never imagine she was in her previous thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up business firm upon her breast. Her foresighted legs were closely and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high shoal. Her back talk were full, cushy and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lip rouge. Let me not blank out my favorite property upon her, her ass. That too was immobile yet soft and pleasantly plank just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My tool just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat wooing was crotch LE. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine-colored I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat cortege was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger to my rim and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an climb to her living room. To my surprisal a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a boniface of unlike acrobatic tricks to the R & B euphony playing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to burst in my bloomers. I particularly enjoyed this one movement where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper organic structure intensity to control her descent with her legs wide open exposing her honey pot to my agitate eyes. The second clock time she performed this maneuver I could look no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing strip. As she made tangency with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussy juice and an ever so Sweet sound of her groan. I went to work beating and nibbling on her clit making her shriek and vibration in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would call a pussy eating cognoscente. I continued to administer clitoral stimulus, perhaps foresightful than I would normally in part to make up for my tardiness.

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

After having her shutter upon my look twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still range my face I figure would kiss her love asylum until she gained enough strength to go on. She must have taken a mates of those 5 hour energy shots because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard fellow member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice ointment truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the young woman in the neighborhood lick me in such mode as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an devouring blower to say the to the lowest degree but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering persuasion of capital of Wyoming that made it that a great deal better but the vigor Donna was working with was gon na give birth me explode in no time. She slowly throated as a good deal of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't avail but to project the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very here and now. Donna throated me two to a greater extent times coming back up to my shaft head virtually summoning my ejaculate from the profoundness of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my shit air-sleeve completely off."

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