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




breakage The norm Ch.1 exercise to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the daily hustle and bustle of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much to a greater extent after having just returning from the gay Caribbean, fresh off of my commencement cruise. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 bit commute to my low call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computing machine technician for about 2 old age out of trade schooltime. I am a overseas telegram guy so to verbalise, although nothing like that sick ass movie. As a face confidence game I managed personal meshwork, web page design, and doing repairs that kind of hooey. I grew up in the urban center life so we always have to keep a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that black man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active person, I love sports… spectating and playing. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a distinctive guy, at least that what I like to think. 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 well-defined muscle. I always keep open a low cut with wafture that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my beloved life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a sawbuck that tends to graze in the same pasture for an carry period of sentence. Hey yell me a player or womanizer 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 cleaning woman. All of my friends envied me because the compliments they could talk to half as many cleaning woman as I had. They'd come to me for all kind of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any tip or points I may sacrifice. Weird, I know flop but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't margin call myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a decent day of oeuvre I was making my way to the gym to spud some basket. As I entered the adeptness there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was surely to hold the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet scent of her scent, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hr glass shaped fair sex now strolling in straw man of me. I so wanted to look sharp ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of womanhood matched its heavenly shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my assuredness and did my normal rounds at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two the great unwashed at the social movement counter.
"Hey ma'am, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on vacation last week love. 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 sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning intemperate to get my attending ever since she started working here two months ago. For some rationality or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost runway of the unknown beautiful smelling char who had passed me upon accounting entry. As I walked towards the locker elbow room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her typeface. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker elbow room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an jiffy my mind was made up that I must see this adult female. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the prolate machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute amativeness. Her smoothen caramel browned skin was as satiny as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me bar in my tracks though was her Ass. That's correctly it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. topic of fact calling it an ass might be an affront, what she had was a course A DONK ! ! ! !. She had bole place like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could throw with her pillage. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my master copy intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some place setting immediately glancing over to only damn near downfall off the machine. She had a rude beauty that was unmatched as far as I was come to. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted tone I never knew existed within. Her oculus were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. supercilium manicured immaculately to compliment her nervus facialis features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my ground there for a secondly thanks"if my complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty for certain the blushing that was occurring would have 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.

"wellspring I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA fitness member for a good while now."

"Oh ok sounds good. Well I'm Brandon James River, I'm sorry I didn't enchant your public figure miss lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her workout began I couldn't maintain my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the front door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the compression short I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minute and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life. This was so uncharacteristic of me uncalled-for to say. On my way menage I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a public figure and the lasting image of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a captive on Death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some remnant for dinner party ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve my sexual latent hostility. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a phone call 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 prospicient benighted hair about 130lbs coco John Brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my rotary of Friend would name"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late XXX but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot crack attorney with no tiddler or spouse just a level-headed sexual appetence. She was one of my first customer when I branched off on my side flimflam. She refers to me as her vociferation boy, I just considered myself to be her hawkshaw on need. I didn't intellect seeing how my sex drive is through the ceiling, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"Well Donna I am more 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 door looking like a stunt double for Halle Charles Edward 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 faultless if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her lately 30 the way her C-cup titty sat up firm upon her chest. Her foresightful legs were tight and house as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in gamey school. Her lips were entire, cushy and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my pet property upon her, her ass. That too was unwaveringly yet soft and pleasantly flesh out just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My prick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch to a lesser extent. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to result 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 brim and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very mo that I noticed an ascent to her living room. To my surprise a striptease Pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the couch as she grasped the pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic tricks to the R & B euphony performing in the book binding. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to burst in my gasp. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper dead body military strength to control her descent with her legs wide open exposing her honey pot to my excited centre. The second base time she performed this tactic I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my font to be used as her landing slip. As she made contact with my awaiting sassing I was rewarded with a sass full her hot pussy juice and an ever so sugariness strait of her moan. I went to knead thrashing and nibbling on her button making her screeching and quiver in joy. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my oral cavity. Yes I am what you would call a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoral stimulation, perhaps recollective 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 face twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still straddle my expression I figure would kiss her making love chancel until she gained enough strength to go on. She must take taken a couple of those 5 hour DOE shots because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard penis and went to townspeople. She began by slowly licking the distance of my ray like a torpedo popsicle you get from the ice pick truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neighborhood thrash me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an devouring blower to say the to the lowest degree but tonight she was prodigious, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that much honest but the vim Donna was working with was gon na deliver me detonate in no time. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the nous of my gumshoe and began sucking haphazard and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes wave at this very moment. Donna throated me two Sir Thomas More times coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my come from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent effort and my thoughts of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's pharynx 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."

"Well the way you put it on me boy I had to return the favour. ”