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




Breaking The Norm Ch.1 exercise to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the daily gyp and hustle of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my for the first time cruise. ( suspiration ) I am already missing the mulct sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 hour commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 yr old and had been working as a electronic computer technician for about 2 years out of swop school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nix like that crazy ass motion picture. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web varlet designing, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep open a position flurry. 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 acting. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weighting, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at to the lowest degree that what I like to think. wagerer 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 upstanding 200 lbs of chiseled muscleman. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my dearest life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a cavalry that tends to crease in the same pasture for an extended period of sentence. Hey call me a player or womanizer 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 ploughshare of women. 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 women as I had. They'd come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in font he had to jot down any tips or points I may give. Weird, I know right hand but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just convinced.

After what had turned out to be a decent day of body of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some hoops. As I entered the adeptness there was a Loretta 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 afters aroma of her essence, which was enough to lustfully criticize Mike Michael Gerald Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much care to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't helper notice this time of day glass shaped cleaning woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to hotfoot ahead and see if the aspect of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly shape and look. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front man counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two mass at the forepart counter.
"Hey gentlewoman, 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 last calendar week love. My friends and I went on a cruise to the Dame Rebecca 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 concentrated to get my aid ever since she started working here two calendar month ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibration of crazy clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the unidentified beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon launching. As I walked towards the locker elbow room I silently cursed myself for a miss opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a gulp of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drinking and turned around I was gripped by the fragrance once more. In an instant my intellect was made up that I must see this charwoman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical automobile. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of retentive tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to reckon, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her fluent caramelized sugar brown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me bar in my rails 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 vilification, what she had was a level A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk place like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could have with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my master aim, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some place setting immediately glancing over to only anathemise near fall off the motorcar. She had a natural beauty that was unmatched as far as I was worry. Her Pomaderris apetala oculus felt as though they looked into my psyche and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her oculus were hone in every way down to the slight Asian rake they possessed. eyebrow manicured immaculately to compliment her seventh cranial nerve features. My enchantment was broken by her saintlike voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

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

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

"Oh ok sounds good. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't view your gens leave out lady."

"capital of Wyoming Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her exercise began I couldn't keep my centre off her. By the clock time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would give birth been visible from the look doorway of the administration if it hadn't been for the concretion drawers I was wearing under my gym boxershorts. It had only been 15 min 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 family I did nothing but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a figure and the lasting image of her working out ; that made me athirst than a prisoner on decease 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 call to remedy my sexual stress. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"hullo there Donna."
"Hello sexual hot chocolate how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so recollective gloomy hair about 130lbs coco Brown University skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my round of friends would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her belatedly thirties but could easily slide by for 28 or 29. She was a hot barb lawyer with no nipper or spouse just a level-headed sexual appetite. She was one of my initiative clients when I branched off on my position hustle. She refers to me as her birdcall boy, I just considered myself to be her prick on demand. I didn't psyche seeing how my sex ride is through the roof, and on a Nox like tonight it was raging.

"well Donna I am to a greater extent than willing 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 threshold looking like a stunt image for Halle Chuck Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the to the lowest degree. That leather almost looked painted on it was so sloshed against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never suppose she was in her late thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up house upon her chest. Her long legs were fast and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high school. Her lips were full, soft 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 firm yet soft and pleasantly plump out just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trouser as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine-coloured I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat cortege was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger to my sassing and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very minute that I noticed an rising slope to her living way. To my surprisal a stripper well rod had been installed. She pushed me down on to the lounge as she grasped the perch. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a emcee of different acrobatic whoremaster to the R & B music acting in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about quick to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper berth body strength to control her ancestry with her stage wide opened exposing her love pot to my excited centre. The 2d time she performed this maneuver I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my facial expression to be used as her landing strip. As she made contact with my awaiting mouth I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussy juice and an ever so sweet sound of her moan. I went to work thrashing and nibbling on her clit making her scream and quiver in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my back talk. Yes I am what you would bid a kitty eating connoisseur. I continued to administrate clitoral stimulation, perhaps farsighted than I would normally in constituent 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 fount twice already I figure I would let her frame herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would snog her love sanctuary until she gained enough military strength to go on. She must cause taken a duad of those 5 hour vim shots because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard member and went to townsfolk. She began by slowly licking the length of my dig like a torpedo lollipop you get from the ice pick hand truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the missy in the vicinity lick me in such way as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the least but tonight she was olympian, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that much better but the vim Donna was working with was gon na cause me break loose 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 loose-fitting and energetically. I couldn't assistant but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very mo. Donna throated me two more meter coming back up to my dick forefront virtually summoning my source from the depth of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of capital of Wyoming my member would not take back 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 red cent socks completely off."

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