Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks for any comments, votes, feedback, or favorites. This second chapter is by request; this is the end (I swear, but not really). Hope you enjoy: * The memory of one of Steven's hate filled attacks cut her mind against Albert's wild twisting of her heave...
Please note that this is a horror story with a sexual theme. Some readers may find it disturbing and unpleasant. If you think this may be you, then please DO NOT read any further, as it is not my intention to cause offence. Also, if you`re looking for a simple stroke story, you may want to look elsewhere. Still with me? Then enjoy! Love Beth xxx The Nine C...
When Albert Hiribango was told that there was an American tourist in his town who was looking for a lift to the capital, he initially had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he felt it was his Christian duty to give a helping hand to anyone in need, and he knew there were many out there who would be less ethical than him in extending this hand. On the other han...
Albert was a tall gangly genius. He was 6'3" tall and weighed only 155 pounds. He was an average looking guy, but was quite skinny. His bachelor's degree was in mathematics, his masters in systems analysis and his two doctorates in quantum physics and molecular physics. He was the co-founder and chief engineer for a software company headquartered in New York...
Albert stood outside her door raising his hand to knock on the door. He had met this woman a year ago when he moved into the house next door. He remembered it as if it was yesterday. Twenty three year old Albert was walking outside early one Saturday morning to get the newspaper. He had just moved to this neighborhood after he got a job in the medical pract...
"I'm sorry my breasts are so small," Tess panted. It was only the second date, why had she let him get his hands there at all? Hell, why had she let him get a hand down her pants? Tess groaned and squirmed. Albert smiled. "Don't apologize for that, don't ever apologize for that. The sexiest part of a woman is her mind. You're intelligent. You're funny. You...
The Photographers Hubby was going to a conference in Glasgow for two weeks, so the night before he went we decided to play a special "game". My husband played the headmaster and I the disobedient schoolgirl. For my part an outfit was hired from a costume shop in town. Hubby was very impressed. He even told me to get a regular costume for future games. We bo...
"When the chips are down, what can you do but dig a little deeper into the dumpster?" - Albert Robeson I guess you could say it was like any other story of two people searching for warmth in the cold night, except perhaps for the fact that Albert and Marianne found themselves sharing the same cardboard box in a dark alley off of Seventy-Third Street. Yeah,...
Glancing down to secure the clasp on my black garter belt, I shifted it around me to rest on my pale hips. Feeling the soft cushion of the satin bedspread smooth on my bare bottom, I pulled up first one sheer black thigh-high hose; then the other. Standing and bending down, I stretched the garter straps and slipped the hose top into each clasp. I pulled the...
The first thing she noticed as she regained her consciousness was the wall clock. 45 minutes. 45 minutes ago she had stepped into this house confident that she will talk to her old neighbor and ask him to give her time to pay off her EX-BF's debts. How had she managed to reach this point? Annette thought dazed as felt the old man slurp at her open cunt and f...