So I 'm reposting the first 6 chapters I have been encouraged by unaired friends and relatives that I should really write A Word of God with this and since you guys on the situation gave me my first gear inspection 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.




break The average Ch.1 physical exertion to Remember


It was a Tuesday forenoon and I was back to the daily hustle and bustle of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much More after having just returning from the cheery Caribbean, fresh off of my number one sail. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the exquisitely sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 mo commute to my 1st call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computing device technician for about 2 geezerhood out of trade school. I am a cable guy so to verbalize, although zilch like that unhinged ass movie. As a side gyp I managed personal net, web page design, and doing reparation that variety of poppycock. I grew up in the city lifetime so we always have to keep a incline bustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that grim 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 anaesthetic LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weighting, then for indisputable I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to think. punter 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 self-colored 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always observe a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my love life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same pasture for an extended period of time. Hey shout 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 share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding adult female. All of my friends envied me because the regard they could let the cat out of the bag to half as many women as I had. They'd seed to me for all kind of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in caseful he had to jot down any confidential information or head 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 surefooted.

After what had turned out to be a enough day of oeuvre I was making my way to the gym to shoot some basketball hoop. As I entered the quickness there was a Young peeress following right after me. Being the valet that I am, I was sure to confine the threshold for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a job anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet olfactory property of her fragrance, which was enough to lustfully strike hard microphone Tyson out in his prime of life. I hadn't paid a lot aid to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't assist notice this hr spyglass shaped woman now strolling in presence of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the human face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of fair sex matched its heavenly conformation and spirit. But I didn't, I kept my aplomb and did my normal turn at the battlefront retort. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two hoi polloi 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 last calendar week love. My champion and I went on a cruise to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm indisputable she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning unvoiced to get my aid ever since she started working here two calendar month ago. For some cause or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a feller only tripper"was my but rebutter.
"Oh ok, well maybe side by side prison term 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 entranceway. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a overlook opportunity to see her face. After changing into right garb I casually walked out of the cabinet room and headed toward the motor inn. On the way I stopped to seize a draught of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the olfactory property once more. In an instant 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 elliptic motorcar. Man, seeing her in exercise attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to estimate, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her legato caramel Robert Brown skin was as sleek as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me break off in my course though was her Ass. That's in good order it was not a derriere, glute maximus, nor a derriere. topic of fact calling it an ass might be an affront, what she had was a score A DONK ! ! ! !. She had luggage compartment place like a 1972 Chevy impala. Oh the fun I could give with her booty. I had to check and look up to how gross an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine following to her, punching in some mise en scene immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the simple machine. She had a born beauty that was unmatched as far as I was touch. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my mortal and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her centre were perfect tense in every way down to the cold-shoulder Asian slant they possessed. brow manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My spell was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a indorse 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 gens 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 physical fitness fellow member for a commodity spell now."

"Oh ok sounds good. fountainhead I'm Brandon James River, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name omit lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her phone went on. As her exercising began I couldn't keep my center off her. By the clock time I decided to ring it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the strawman door of the governance if it hadn't been for the contraction drawers 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 integral life. This was so uncharacteristic of me gratuitous to say. On my way home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the endure image of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some remnant for dinner party ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to unbosom my intimate tension. After about five or so second 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 foresighted dark hair about 130lbs coconut palm brown peel that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of admirer would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirty but could easily pass on for 28 or 29. She was a hot guesswork lawyer with no nestling or spouse just a healthy sexual appetence. She was one of my first clients when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her cry boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex driveway is through the roof, and on a nighttime like tonight it was raging.

"Well Donna I am more than bequeath 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 door looking like a stunt two-baser for Halle berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her chassis, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her deep thirties the way her C-cup chest sat up business firm upon her breast. Her farsighted wooden leg were squiffy and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in gamy school. Her rim 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 block my favorite property upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet soft and pleasantly plump 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 bottleful of wine I was carrying as she turned to precede 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's breadth to my sass and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an raise to her living room. To my surprise a stripper rod 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 master of ceremonies of unlike acrobatic thaumaturgy to the R & B music playing in the rachis. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to bristle in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper body intensity to manipulate her descent with her pegleg astray unresolved exposing her honey pot to my commove eyes. The second time she performed this tactical 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 physical contact with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth broad her hot pussy juice and an ever so sweet audio of her moan. I went to wreak licking and nibbling on her clit making her screech and quiver in joy. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would call a puss eating cognoscente. I continued to parcel out clitoric stimulation, perhaps yearner than I would normally in part to spend a penny up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn Lester Willis Young whipper snapper."

After having her shutter upon my face twice already I figure I would let her write herself. While having her still range my expression I figure would osculate her dear bema until she gained enough strength to go on. She must sustain taken a couple of those 5 time of day energy blastoff because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard phallus and went to townsfolk. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a gun Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the locality lick me in such mode as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an devouring cetacean mammal to say the least but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering intellection of capital of Wyoming that made it that a great deal better but the zip 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 dick and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't helper but to envision the unknown whom I had meet earlier today making my toes loop at this very second. Donna throated me two more times coming back up to my pecker heading virtually summoning my semen from the profoundness of my scrotum. With her diligent endeavor and my thoughts of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's pharynx as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my damn drogue completely off."

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