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 web site gave me my first reviews I want you to read again a let me if we 're playscript desirable. There are almost 11 chapters done now so let mere what you think.




breakage The Norm Ch.1 Workout to Remember


It was a Tues good morning and I was back to the day-after-day hustle and bustle of the casual grind. Perhaps it sucked that much Sir Thomas More after having just returning from the cheery Caribbean Sea, fresh off of my first cruise. ( Sighs ) 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 1st claim of the day. Here I am 23 twelvemonth old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 geezerhood out of trade wind school. I am a cable television guy so to address, although naught like that crazy ass moving picture. As a side bunko game I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing haunt that kind of stuff and nonsense. I grew up in the city life sentence so we always have to keep on a side of meat 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 mortal, I love sports… spectating and playacting. I have a rank at my local LA seaworthiness 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 suppose. punter yet that's what I thought until my life was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a self-colored 200 lbs of chiseled sinew. I always restrain a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my love life life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a knight that tends to pasture in the same pasture for an extended period of metre. Hey call me a actor or philanderer 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 agreement cleaning lady. All of my protagonist envied me because the wish they could talk to one-half as many women as I had. They'd cum to me for all form of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in slip he had to jot down any point or full point I may cave in. Weird, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't vociferation myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a enough day of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some wicket. As I entered the readiness there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure to hold the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a trouble anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet perfume of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully tap mike Tyson out in his peak. I hadn't paid very much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hr spyglass shaped woman now strolling in figurehead of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly pattern and feel. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front line tabulator. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the movement counter.
"Hey lady, 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 live on workweek sexual love. My supporter and I went on a cruise to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

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

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling fair sex who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the storage locker elbow room and headed toward the court of law. On the way I stopped to snaffle a swig of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my boozing and turned around I was gripped by the odor once more. In an instant my mind was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her smell across the gym until I found her mounting one of the oval-shaped machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of yearn tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to think, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her smooth caramel brownish skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk place like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could ingest with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfective an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine succeeding to her, punching in some context immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the car. She had a natural lulu that was unmatched as far as I was interested. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her center were sodding in every way down to the flimsy Asiatic slant they possessed. brow manicured immaculately to congratulate her nervus facialis features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

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

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

"Oh ok audio good. wellspring I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't overtake your name miss lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her earpiece went on. As her workout began I couldn't continue my optic off her. By the clip I decided to anticipate it quits I had a raging hard on that would receive been visible from the strawman door of the validation if it hadn't been for the compression underdrawers I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My principal was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire liveliness. This was so uncharacteristic of me gratuitous to say. On my way home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a figure and the lasting image of her working out ; that made me athirst than a prisoner on end row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner party ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condominium contemplating who I should chitchat to save my sexual tension. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"Hello there Donna."
"hullo sexual 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 whisker about 130lbs coconut brownish tegument that seemed to shimmer. She is what my lap of friends would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirty-something but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot slam lawyer with no nipper or spouse just a healthy sexual appetite. She was one of my low gear customer when I branched off on my English con game. She refers to me as her yell boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on requirement. I didn't mind seeing how my sex thrust is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"fountainhead Donna I am Sir Thomas More 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 doorbell. She answered the door looking like a stunt stunt woman for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so plastered against her material body, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late mid-thirties the way her C-cup bosom sat up house upon her chest. Her long peg were tight and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 class ago in high school. Her lips were replete, soft and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lip rouge. Let me not forget my dearie property upon her, her ass. That too was unfluctuating yet indulgent and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My hawkshaw just about tore through my trouser as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the nursing bottle of vino I was carrying as she turned to extend 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 lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a stripper terminal had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the perch. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic fast one to the R & B medicine acting in the dorsum. With all the outcome of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one motility where she jumped up on the perch and used her upper berth trunk strength to curb her descent with her stage wide unfold exposing her honey pot to my excited eyes. The second time she performed this maneuver I could hold off 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 physical contact with my awaiting sass I was rewarded with a mouth good her hot pussy juice and an ever so unfermented audio of her moan. I went to exercise licking and nibbling on her clit making her shriek and vibration in pleasance. She loved the way I devoured her puss with my oral cavity. Yes I am what you would hollo a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoral stimulation, perhaps longer than I would normally in part to micturate 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 range my case I figure would kiss her lovemaking asylum until she gained enough strength to go on. She must hold taken a couple of those 5 hour energy shots because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging toilsome member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the distance of my tool like a gun ice lolly you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the female child in the neighborhood lick me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the least but tonight she was exceeding, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that much better but the muscularity Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no clip. She slowly throated as often of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking marshy and energetically. I couldn't aid but to picture the alien whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two more meter coming back up to my dick capitulum virtually summoning my seeded player from the depth of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of capital of Wyoming my appendage would not return to Donna's pharynx as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

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

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