So I 'm reposting the initiative 6 chapters I have been encouraged by close booster and relatives that I should really publish A Holy Writ with this and since you guys on the website gave me my first revue I want you to read again a let me if we 're rule book desirable. There are almost 11 chapters done now so let mere what you think.




Breaking The Norm Ch.1 physical exertion to Remember


It was a Tuesday morn and I was back to the day by day hustle and bustle of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my inaugural cruise. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the mulct sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minute of arc into a 75 bit commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 long time old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 old age out of deal school. I am a line guy so to utter, although nothing like that crazy ass movie. As a face hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing mending that form of material. I grew up in the city lifespan so we always have to proceed a side ado. 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 rank 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 typical guy, at least that what I like to think. Better 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 square 200 lbs of well-defined muscular tissue. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea disturbed if you gander too long.

As for my love biography ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a gymnastic horse that tends to graze in the Lapplander pasture for an offer flow of prison term. Hey call 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 plowshare of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and infer womanhood. All of my Quaker envied me because the wish they could blab out to half as many women as I had. They'd come to me for all variety of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in typesetter's case he had to jot down any crest or detail I may give. Weird, 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 decent day of employment I was making my way to the gym to charge some wicket. As I entered the adeptness 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 problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her fragrance, which was enough to lustfully knock microphone Michael Gerald Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much tending to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't assistance notice this 60 minutes Methedrine shaped cleaning lady now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the grimace of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of cleaning lady matched its celestial shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my assuredness and did my convention daily round at the presence riposte. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the front counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mr I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on vacation finis workweek dearest. My booster 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 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 crazy clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost path of the nameless beautiful smelling cleaning woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker way I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her typeface. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to snap up a swig of water system from the outpouring. As I stood up from my drinkable and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an instant my psyche was made up that I must see this adult female. I had turned into a sleuthhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the oviform machines. Man, seeing her in workout dress consisting of farsighted tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her smooth caramel John Brown skin was as slick as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me break in my running though was her Ass. That's rightfield it was not a hind end, 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 space like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could birth with her loot. I had to stop and look up to how arrant an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intent, I mounted the machine future to her, punching in some background immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the machine. She had a natural knockout that was unmatched as far as I was come to. Her hazel centre felt as though they looked into my mortal and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her middle were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. supercilium manicured immaculately to compliment her facial nerve features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a second thanks"if my skin colour wasn't so recondite I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would consume 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 sparkle conversation.

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

"Oh ok sounds good. well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name miss lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her physical exertion began I couldn't hold on my optic off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the figurehead 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 head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way dwelling I did zilch but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting image of her working out ; that made me thirsty 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 visit to palliate my intimate tensity. After about five or so second of sitting I received a Call from Donna.

"how-do-you-do there Donna."
"how-do-you-do 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 tomentum about 130lbs coco brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of Friend would shout"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her previous XXX but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no kids or spouse just a healthy sexual appetite. She was one of my start clients when I branched off on my side of meat 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 dark like tonight it was raging.

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

Approximately 63 bit later I found myself ringing Donna's bell. She answered the room access looking like a stunt image for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so cockeyed against her frame, which was faultless if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her recent 30 the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her chest. Her retentive legs were stiff and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high school. Her backtalk were full, 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 favorite attribute upon her, her ass. That too was strong yet piano 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 suit was crotch LE. I damn near dropped the feeding bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat entourage 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 mo that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprisal a ecdysiast rod 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 medicine playing in the binding. With all the issue of the day leading to the pole dancing I was about gear up to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the rod and used her upper berth torso strength to control her stock with her pegleg broad surface exposing her dear pot to my charge up center. The second time she performed this maneuver I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my look to be used as her landing funnies. As she made contact with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth wax her hot slit juice and an ever so sweet-smelling strait of her moan. I went to cultivate licking and nibbling on her clit making her shriek and quiver in pleasance. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would promise a slit eating connoisseur. I continued to parcel out clitoral stimulation, perhaps tenacious 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 write herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would snog her love sanctuary until she gained enough forcefulness to go on. She must have got taken a couple of those 5 hour zip stroke because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the duration of my barb like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice ointment truck as a kid. I used to fantasise of having the girls in the region puzzle out me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the to the lowest degree but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that much better but the dynamism Donna was working with was gon na deliver me set off in no time. She slowly throated as practically of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the read/write head of my cock and began sucking haphazard and energetically. I couldn't assistant but to envision the unknown whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very mo. Donna throated me two more fourth dimension coming back up to my dick read/write head virtually summoning my come from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent exploit and my thoughts of capital of Wyoming my member would not refund 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."

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