So I 'm reposting the start 6 chapters I have been encouraged by finish acquaintance and relatives that I should really put out A book with this and since you guys on the site gave me my first reviews 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 physical exertion to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the casual hustle and bustle of the quotidian grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the cheery 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 minute commute to my first claim of the day. Here I am 23 old age old and had been working as a computing machine technician for about 2 years out of business deal school. I am a cable length guy so to verbalize, although zilch like that mad ass picture. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing repairs that sort of stuff. I grew up in the urban center lifespan so we always have to go on a side 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 voice person, I love sports… spectating and acting. I have a membership at my local LA fittingness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the exercising weight, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to opine. Better yet that's what I thought until my spirit was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid state 200 lbs of well-defined muscle. I always proceed a low cut with Wave that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my sexual love spirit ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a cavalry that tends to graze in the same pasture for an extended period of time. Hey call me a player or womanizer if you will, but not a adult female 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 women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding cleaning woman. All of my champion envied me because the want 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 case he had to jot down any bakshis or points I may give. Weird, I know good but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't claim myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a comely day of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some basketball hoop. As I entered the facility there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman's gentleman that I am, I was sure to declare 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-smelling odour of her fragrance, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Michael Gerald Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid a great deal attention to her brass being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour trash shaped woman now strolling in nominal head 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 shape and olfaction. But I didn't, I kept my aplomb and did my normal rounds at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two masses at the strawman counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"wellspring I was on vacation last week dearest. My acquaintance and I went on a cruise to the west Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm surely she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning concentrated to get my tending ever since she started working here two calendar month ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibration of softheaded clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entranceway. As I walked towards the locker way I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her look. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the footlocker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to snaffle a draught of water from the outpouring. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the odor once more. In an instant my thinker was made up that I must see this cleaning woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the ovoid auto. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of inviolable eroticism. Her bland yellowish brown John Brown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me lay off in my cartroad though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. subject of fact calling it an ass might be an abuse, what she had was a degree A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could deliver with her prize. I had to stop and admire how staring an ass she had.

Forgetting my master intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the machine. She had a cancel beauty that was unmatched as far as I was occupy. Her Pomaderris apetala oculus felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her optic were perfect in every way down to the slight Asiatic slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial feature. My spell was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a second 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 figure 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 fittingness extremity for a good piece now."

"Oh ok audio good. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your public figure missy lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her phone went on. As her exercising began I couldn't observe my eyes off her. By the sentence I decided to cry it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the forepart door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the compression boxershorts I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 proceedings and my day at the gym was done. My heading was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire biography. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way place I did aught but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a name and the permanent image of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a captive 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 tautness. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"Hello there Donna."
"Hello 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 hair about 130lbs coco brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circuit of protagonist would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirty but could easily go on for 28 or 29. She was a hot slam attorney with no child or spouse just a healthy sexual appetence. She was one of my firstly clients when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her telephone call boy, I just considered myself to be her shaft on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex private road is through the roof, and on a nighttime like tonight it was raging.

"Well Donna I am 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 mo 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 thirty-something the way her C-cup knocker sat up house upon her chest. Her prospicient peg were tight and house as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high school. Her brim were full-of-the-moon, 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 favored property upon her, her ass. That too was stiff 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 courtship 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 mouth and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an acclivity to her living way. To my surprisal a stripper celestial pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different athletic tricks to the R & B music playing in the vertebral column. With all the consequence of the day leading to the Pole dance I was about ready to erupt in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper consistency strength to control her descent with her legs wide surface exposing her honey pot to my excited eyes. The second time she performed this maneuver I could look no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my human face to be used as her landing strip. As she made link with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth total her hot pussy juice and an ever so perfumed strait of her groan. I went to work drubbing and nibbling on her clit making her shrieking and shakiness in joy. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my back talk. Yes I am what you would promise a pussy eating cognoscente. I continued to administer clitoral stimulation, 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 compile herself. While having her still range my boldness I figure would kiss her love bema until she gained enough military strength to go on. She must consume taken a couple of those 5 hour muscularity guessing because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a hero Popsicle you get from the ice ointment motortruck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the female child in the vicinity 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 thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that often better but the dynamism Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no time. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my prick and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't supporter but to fancy the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes kink at this very moment. Donna throated me two to a greater extent multiplication coming back up to my dick principal virtually summoning my source from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of Cheyenne my member would not give to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an sea of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my tinker's dam socks completely off."

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