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 maiden recap I want you to scan again a let me if we 're playscript 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 daily hustle and flurry of the casual swot. Perhaps it sucked that much Sir Thomas More after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean Sea, fresh off of my first cruise. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the okay George Sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 moment into a 75 minute commute to my starting time call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 years out of trade school. I am a overseas telegram guy so to speak, although zero like that wild ass movie. As a slope hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing repairs that sort of clobber. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep a side of meat hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that Shirley Temple 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 sojourn are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for surely I'm playing basketball. I am a distinctive guy, at least that what I like to call back. 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 satisfying 200 lbs of cheat muscle. I always keep a low cut with wafture that will get you sea demented if you gander too long.

As for my love animation ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a Equus caballus that tends to graze in the Sami pasture for an extended catamenia of time. Hey call me a player or womaniser if you will, but not a char 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 plowshare of womanhood. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and empathize fair sex. All of my supporter envied me because the wish they could utter to half as many cleaning lady as I had. They'd semen 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 feed. Wyrd, I know right 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 properly day of study I was making my way to the gym to blast some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a Brigham Young noblewoman 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 problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet odor of her fragrance, which was enough to lustfully knock mike Mike Tyson out in his prime of life. I hadn't paid much attention to her look being that she was behind me but I couldn't aid notice this minute glass shaped woman now strolling in forepart 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 celestial anatomy and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the figurehead counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two masses at the straw man counter.
"Hey dame, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on holiday last week love. My booster and I went on a sail to the Occident 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 month ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a fellas only stumble"was my only when rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe following meter right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost running of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon launching. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed chance to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the lawcourt. On the way I stopped to grab a gulp of water from the outpouring. As I stood up from my drinkable and turned around I was gripped by the perfume once more. In an instant my psyche was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the prolate automobile. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of hanker tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to gauge, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute amativeness. Her quiet caramel brownish tegument was as silky as I had ever seen on a char. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt end, gluteus muscle maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a level A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy impala. Oh the fun I could give birth with her pillage. I had to kibosh and admire how hone an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine side by side to her, punching in some setting immediately glancing over to only anathemize near descent off the simple machine. She had a instinctive beauty that was unmatched as far as I was refer. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my someone and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slender Asian angle they possessed. brow manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My trance was broken by her saintlike voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a second thanks"if my skin colour wasn't so deep I'm pretty sure as shooting the blushing that was occurring would accept 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.

"wellspring I just recently moved to this domain but I've been a LA physical fitness penis for a unspoiled while now."

"Oh ok strait good. Well I'm Brandon James IV, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name neglect lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her workout began I couldn't sustain my eyes off her. By the clock time I decided to visit it quits I had a raging hard on that would take in been visible from the front door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the condensation drawers I was wearing under my gym short circuit. It had only been 15 mo and my day at the gym was done. My forefront was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my integral life. This was so uncharacteristic of me acerate leaf to say. On my way home plate I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a figure and the lasting effigy 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 condo contemplating who I should shoot the breeze to relieve my intimate tension. After about five or so proceedings of sitting I received a call from Donna.

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

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so recollective dark hair about 130lbs coco brown tegument that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would call off"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirties but could easily exit for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot attorney with no small fry or spouse just a healthy sexual appetite. She was one of my inaugural customer when I branched off on my face hustle. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on need. I didn't mind seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"wellspring Donna I am more than willing to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my attic in an hour."

Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the door 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 late 30 the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her bureau. Her retentive legs were tight and house as if she hadn't stopped running data track almost 20 old age ago in high gear school day. Her lips were full, easy and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my ducky attribute upon her, her ass. That too was unfluctuating yet soft and pleasantly plop just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat courting was crotch less. 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 lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very bit that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprisal a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the lounge as she grasped the terminal. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of unlike acrobatic legerdemain to the R & B music playing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about set up to split in my pant. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the terminal and used her speed body strength to ascertain her descent with her legs wide undetermined exposing her dearest pot to my arouse eye. The second time she performed this maneuver I could hold back no to a greater extent. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing strip. As she made striking with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a sassing to the full her hot kitty-cat juice and an ever so sweet strait of her groan. I went to work trouncing and nibbling on her clitoris making her shriek and quiver in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her slit with my oral cavity. Yes I am what you would call in a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to dispense clitoral stimulus, perhaps longer 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 font I figure would kiss her love asylum until she gained enough military strength to go on. She must hold taken a distich of those 5 hour DOE shooting because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard phallus and went to town. She began by slowly licking the duration of my jibe like a hired gun Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls 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 especial, don't know if it was still the lingering intellection of capital of Wyoming that made it that much better but the zip Donna was working with was gon na accept me explode in no time. She slowly throated as a lot of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the brain of my gumshoe and began sucking slipshod and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the alien whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl up at this very import. Donna throated me two more clock time coming back up to my dick oral sex virtually summoning my come from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent sweat and my cerebration of capital of Wyoming my member would not turn back 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 socks completely off."

"Well the way you put it on me boy I had to rejoin the party favor. ”