A New Day, A New You part 11 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 11

... approach as I move up behind him. “I was watching where I was going. I just didn’t care when a narcissistic jock got in my way I figured he needed to learn how to get out of the way for once. It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to move when someone is coming at you,” I tell him calm but inside I’m on fire. “Listen fat boy, back up before you get hurt,” he says barely looking at me. “You’re right, I don’t want to have to humiliate you in front of your boyfriends,” I say nodding to a couple of the other gym monkeys. “Fat boy I’m about to beat the shit out of you,” he informs me poking my chest with his finger. I look at the finger, I look at him then I grab his hand with mine and squeeze. He’s strong pretty strong but he likes his look. I was built for power, Guy helped build me for real power and while he might be a humvee I’m a god damn tank. I squeeze hard and when his first knuckle pops and he buckles to his knees I grab the finger sticking out with my free hand. “I ought to break this finger for offending my by getting moron juice on me,” I state and he holds his other hand up in surrender. “Let go man I’m sorry,” he tells me and I agree. “You are sorry, all that work and the ‘fat boy’ put you on your knees. You do this for looks, I do this to survive. I eat, sleep, wreck shop then wake up to do it again,” I tell him before pushing him back onto the ground letting go,” get in my way again and I will reach through your gut and break your spine.” Can we say fear factor, big ...

... dumb jock gets put down by ‘fat boy’ in the gym. His boys help him up and get him away from the area as I turn and leave. Robin and Trinity are too stunned to follow or say anything, good. I don’t need sympathy. Anita: Sunday night A hot bath after a long work week is just what the doctor ordered. I have Sophia taking care of the last transit orders for a change as I take some time to relax. Been over two weeks now and finally she found that dancer, Jamal. Nice young man and he was happy to relay a message to his friend Stuart that I’d like to meet with him. Dancing was pleasant and he was sweet to make me feel a little special on an evening when I just wanted to have some public face time and ended up feeling embarrassed by my ex, Castro. Out of the bath and I dry off before wrapping my silk robe around me and figure a glass of wine or two would be absolutely divine right now. I get down stairs and into the kitchen and find a bottle in the chiller waiting, must have been there for a bit since I don’t get to drink at home very often. I don’t even get to be home often I think as I pour a glass and take the bottle with me. I don’t see it, I don’t even hear it but the hand grabbing me by my hair and pulling me into my den is strong. It hurts to turn with my hair in his hand but I force myself to do it and bring the bottle crashing into the masked intruder’s knee. He lets my hair go and I run, I can hear them yelling up at me as I get to the top of the stairs and into my bedroom ...