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 web site gave me my first reviews I want you to read again a let me if we 're playscript desirable. 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 flurry and bustle of the mundane grind. Perhaps it sucked that much Sir Thomas More after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my outset cruise. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the fine guts between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minute into a 75 minute commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 eld old and had been working as a computing device technician for about 2 years out of deal school. I am a overseas telegram guy so to utter, although nothing like that weirdo ass movie. As a English flimflam I managed personal networks, web page blueprint, and doing fixture that kind of poppycock. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep a incline 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 mortal, I love sports… spectating and acting. I have a rank 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 least that what I like to remember. bettor 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 brawniness. I always keep open a low cut with waves that will get you sea barf if you gander too long.

As for my making love life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse cavalry that tends to graze in the Saame pasture for an extended period of sentence. Hey call me a participant 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 share of cleaning woman. 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 spill the beans to half as many adult female as I had. They'd come to me for all kind of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any peak or detail I may give way. Weird, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't margin call myself cocky, just sure-footed.

After what had turned out to be a seemly day of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a immature lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was indisputable to adjudge 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 perfume of her essence, which was enough to lustfully strike hard microphone Tyson out in his bloom. I hadn't paid much aid to her aspect being that she was behind me but I couldn't help mark this time of day glass shaped cleaning woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of cleaning lady matched its celestial shape and smelling. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my pattern bout at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at to the lowest degree two people at the front counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on vacation live week love. My friends and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm for 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 vibration of sick clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost trail of the unnamed beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entryway. As I walked towards the locker elbow room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her side. After changing into right attire I casually walked out of the locker elbow room and headed toward the homage. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water supply from the outpouring. As I stood up from my drinkable and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an twinkling my head was made up that I must see this woman. 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 exercising attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to judge, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of right-down sexiness. Her bland caramel brown pelt was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my cut though was her Ass. That's right on it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. subject of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a course A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy impala. Oh the fun I could have with her swag. I had to stop and look up to how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my master copy purpose, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some background immediately glancing over to only curse near fall off the machine. She had a born beaut that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel centre felt as though they looked into my person and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her centre were double-dyed in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial nerve feature film. 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 complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty for certain 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 sparkle conversation.

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

"Oh ok phone effective. Well I'm Brandon James I, I'm sorry I didn't take hold of your figure miss lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her exercise began I couldn't keep my heart off her. By the metre I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would bear been seeable from the straw man doorway of the establishment if it hadn't been for the densification boxers I was wearing under my gym shortstop. 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 stallion life. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way home base I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a figure and the durable range of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a captive on last 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 minute of arc of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"Hello there Donna."
"Hello sexual deep brown 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 palm brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my lot of supporter would visit"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirties 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 first guest when I branched off on my incline gyp. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't head seeing how my sex ride is through the roof, and on a night 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 loft in an hour."

Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the door looking like a stunt stunt woman for Halle-an-der-Saale Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the to the lowest degree. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her frame, which was faultless if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late thirties the way her C-cup chest sat up firm upon her thorax. Her recollective legs were tight and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 yr ago in high schooltime. Her sassing 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 best-loved attribute upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet piano and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My shaft just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat courting was crotch lupus erythematosus. I damn near dropped the nursing bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to result 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 lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very mo that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a peeler magnetic pole 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 playacting in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole saltation I was about ready to break open in my trouser. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the rod and used her upper trunk military strength to control her origin with her legs spacious open exposing her honey pot to my excited eyes. The sec time she performed this maneuver I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing strip. As she made contact with my awaiting brim I was rewarded with a mouth fully her hot slit juice and an ever so dulcet auditory sensation of her moan. I went to crop licking and nibbling on her clitoris making her shriek and frisson in pleasance. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would yell a cunt eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoral stimulus, perhaps longer than I would normally in office to prepare 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 human face twice already I figure I would let her compile herself. While having her still range my look I figure would osculate her love refuge until she gained enough durability to go on. She must take in taken a brace of those 5 hour energy gibe 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 beam of light like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the vicinity lick me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an esurient cetacean mammal 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 heartiness 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 putz and began sucking baggy and energetically. I couldn't avail but to visualise the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two Thomas More times coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my ejaculate from the deepness of my scrotum. With her diligent travail and my intellection of Cheyenne my appendage would not hark 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 darn wind sock completely off."

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