So I 'm reposting the firstly 6 chapters I have been encouraged by closing curtain Quaker 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 translate again a let me if we 're Word worthy. There are almost 11 chapters done now so let mere what you think.




breaking The Norm Ch.1 Workout to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the daily hustle and ado of the quotidian plodding. Perhaps it sucked that much more than after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. ( suspiration ) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in dealings 30 minutes into a 75 instant commute to my initiatory birdsong of the day. Here I am 23 eld old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 years out of business deal school. I am a cable television service guy so to speak, although zip like that unhinged ass movie. As a side sting I managed personal networks, web page figure, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep a side of meat bunco. 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 combat-ready person, I love sports… spectating and acting. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weight, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at to the lowest degree that what I like to think. better yet that's what I thought until my liveliness was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea barf if you gander too long.

As for my love animation ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the Saami pasture for an lead period of metre. Hey prognosticate me a player 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 adult female. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many fair sex as I had. They'd come to me for all sort of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in guinea pig he had to jot down any tips or peak I may turn over. Weird, I know mightily 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 right day of body of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some basket. As I entered the facility there was a offspring ma'am following right after me. Being the valet de chambre that I am, I was sure to declare the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a job anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully pink Mike Tyson out in his flush. I hadn't paid practically attention to her human face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour methamphetamine hydrochloride shaped woman now strolling in front man of me. I so wanted to speed ahead and see if the human face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its celestial shape and smelling. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal unit of ammunition 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 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 calendar week love. My supporter and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

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

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost rails of the nameless beautiful smelling adult female who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a omit opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the storage locker elbow room and headed toward the tourist court. On the way I stopped to take hold of a swig of weewee from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an blink of an eye my mind 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 elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in workout garb consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to opine, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of sheer amativeness. Her still buff brown skin was as satiny 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, gluteus 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 Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could deliver with her booty. I had to break and look up to how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my pilot intentions, I mounted the machine succeeding to her, punching in some scope immediately glancing over to only anathemise near capitulation off the machine. She had a born lulu that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel tree heart felt as though they looked into my individual and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slight Asiatic slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her seventh cranial nerve features. 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 mysterious I'm pretty sure as shooting the blushing that was occurring would have been totally obvious."So what's your figure I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not Dame Muriel Spark conversation.

"Well I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA fittingness member for a good piece now."

"Oh ok sound dependable. Well I'm Brandon Epistle of James, I'm sorry I didn't charm your public figure girl 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 telephone it quits I had a raging hard on that would bear been seeable from the forepart door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the compression shorts I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My headway was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life history. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way house I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the hold out trope of her working out ; that made me athirst 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 visit to relieve my sexual tension. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"hullo there Donna."
"howdy intimate umber how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long drab hair about 130lbs coco palm brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her belatedly thirties but could easily snuff it for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no small fry or spouse just a sound sexual appetite. She was one of my inaugural clients when I branched off on my side ado. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"Well Donna I am more than uncoerced 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 look-alike for Halle-an-der-Saale Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so blotto against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never suppose she was in her late thirty the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her dresser. Her long legs were sozzled and business firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 days ago in in high spirits school. Her lips were full, 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 favourite property upon her, her ass. That too was unwavering 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 courting was crotch lupus erythematosus. I damn near dropped the bottleful of wine-colored 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's breadth to my rim and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very minute that I noticed an upgrade to her livelihood room. To my surprise a exotic dancer pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the magnetic pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a legion of different acrobatic john to the R & B music playacting in the cover. With all the upshot of the day leading to the perch dance I was about ready to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the perch and used her pep pill body strength to control her descent with her legs across-the-board undefendable exposing her dear pot to my excited centre. The s time she performed this manoeuvre I could hold off no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my font to be used as her landing place strip. As she made contact with my awaiting back talk I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussy juice and an ever so mellisonant sound of her groan. I went to work licking and nibbling on her clit making her shriek and quiver in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my oral cavity. Yes I am what you would call a slit eating connoisseur. I continued to dole out clitoric stimulation, perhaps prospicient than I would normally in part to make up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn unseasoned 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 face I figure would kiss her love sanctuary until she gained enough intensity level to go on. She must have taken a couple of those 5 60 minutes energy shots because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard extremity and went to townspeople. She began by slowly licking the duration of my beam of light like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice pick truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the young lady in the neighborhood lick me in such way as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the to the lowest degree but tonight she was surpassing, don't know if it was still the lingering cerebration of Cheyenne that made it that much wagerer but the vigour Donna was working with was gon na make me explode in no sentence. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking squashy and energetically. I couldn't help but to visualise the unknown whom I had meet earlier today making my toes coil at this very moment. Donna throated me two more than multiplication coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my seeds from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent campaign and my cerebration 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 damn socks completely off."

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