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Summer of Bree: Part 1
M/F, cons

"Honestly officer," I'd joke quietly to myself.

I was 35 and divorced. We got married too young, and she hooked up with a man who gave her love and attention where my job did not. I had a decent job, but the money only rolled in if I worked 18 hour days, 6-7 days a week. I had an active client list longer than most resumes. Four people worked under me as free agents where I got a cut. My wife got a settlement that left me without property but my financial situation was fairly untouched. "No offense," she said, "I just want the house, cars, and boat." Fine. I recouped most of that loss in less than 2 years, but didn't want her to find out, so I played the poor card to keep her from trying to get more. I am not sure what depressed me most; her indifference or her planted hatred of me. Fuck the guy who ruined it all for me.

Still, better move on, right? I buried myself in my work, and didn't see the light of day for a long time. Until that summer. The summer of Bree.

At some point, I accidentally answered an invite to a party an old college buddy had invited me to. I knew he was networking and schmoozing me. I am not sure why I didn't turn him down like so many others, but the invite had a picture of his house which looked quirky and expensive. It was a house on a hill on stilts surrounded by a large, multi-level deck. It overlooked some water and boasted an architect's pedigree. One of the levels led down to a dock where two small fishing boats bobbed lazily in the wakes of passing motorboats that led to the small bay nearby. The first time I went there, I saw the house and decks lit by warm light from a multitude of lights strategically planted about the nooks that evenly lit the entire place, yet somehow kept a cozy feel.

My friend's name was Dan. Dan the Man. Not an original nickname, but that's how I knew him from college. Dan the Man was the guy who always had the party lists from the open to the secluded. Dan the Man knew where you could get a cheap bottle of Boons Farm or the priciest bud from the local distributor. Now Dan was a Man with the Plan. He was into real estate, and was doing quite well. Married, twice divorced, got custody every time. Dan ruined the women who betrayed him, and I think part of me respected and envied that.

"This house belonged to my second wife," he said. "What a bitch. I didn't learn my first lesson and married for looks a second time. Thankfully, after my first wife, I knew how to keep my money. And hers."

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Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

My stories tend to involve women placed into sexual situations against their will (nc). Often the physical restraints and stimulation involve racks and machines of one kind or another. I don't consider myself a great (or even good) writer. I just write what turns me on. My first story about “the Club” was written back in 1996. This story was started in 2010 and continues to refine the Club world. I've completed about 10 (short) chapters. Here's the first chapter. If people seem interested, I'll post some more.


The Club 2010


Chapter 1

I heard about this place called the Club, that's the name, just 'the Club'. A business associate of mine told me a story over a few beers while we were at a conference in Dubai. He had been told about this club from a supposed member. Names are never discussed, so if you tell my story, please, never mention my name.

So anyway, back to the Club. My business associate (friend) tells me he heard about this place where all the women are sex slaves for the clients. But these girls are not just acting or into this kind of stuff. They're all kidnapped and somehow turned into sexual nymphs. All ages (above some cutoff) and all types of girls! I asked him if he knew where the place was, or how to become a member, but my friend's friend wouldn't say. It seems you need to be invited.

For the next few months I occasionally searched the internet for clues to the Club. But given that the name was rather generic, the queries were useless. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I believed it existed. Still, I was intrigued by the thought that this place could fulfill a sexual fantasy of mine. For now, let's leave it at that.

Eventually, I started to drop little hints about the Club whenever I was on business out of the country. I'd be talking with someone at bar and ask “Have you ever heard of this place called The Club?” “It's like a gentlemen's club, very exclusive and very secretive.” Nobody knew anything – or at least that's what they would say.
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Merrie rushed out the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her leather boots scraping on the rough wooden step. She spun around and yanked the door shut. The magical rune below the handle flashed twice, then turned red. Releasing it, she hurried down the small garden and along the wooden boardwalk that ran along the dirt road.

"I'm late, I'm late," she chanted as she cut across the street and headed down Malcom East. Her skirt, the only clean one in the house, was shorter than she normally wore to work; it teased her upper thighs and she felt the warm spring air running past her legs. The brilliant red fabric was light and breezy. It complemented her cream blouse and socks that stopped right below her knees. The only piece of jewelery she wore was a butterfly hairpiece to hold back her curly, blonde hair.

Ten minutes into her bustle, her thighs burned with her efforts to hurry up. She crossed Center Line Road at a diagonal and jumped up on the boardwalk on the far side. The crowds were thicker near the center of the city and she had to push her way around people to make it to work on time.

Ahead, she saw a man standing in the center of the pedestrian traffic, creating a swirl of humanity as they circled around him. He was watching everyone through dark eyes. As she drew closer, she saw he wore studded leather armor and had a sword. She grabbed her handbag and felt a surge of worry. Very few people outside of the city guards wore weapons in town, more so during the middle of the work week.

She ducked her head and passed him. As she did, she heard him speak in a throaty growl. "Oh yeah, that's the one."

Peeking up, she saw him staring straight at her. With a squeak, she snapped her head back forward and pushed her way through the crowds. The look he gave her sickened her stomach and she wanted to get as far away as possible.

She slowed when she saw another man in leather armor standing at the opposite end of the block. His back was too her but doing the same thing as the first, watching the people as they passed.

Merrie came to a stop and turned around. The man behind her had resumed his watching the crowds. Looking around, Merrie spotted another watcher on the far side of the block, opposite of the first. When she saw the third, she knew there would be a fourth.
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Its a little rough around the edges and its a bit slow but I hope you guys like it.
Chapter 1

The bell for ninth period rang and I was ready for gym. After a boring Bio class anything seems like fun. While walking into the gym my best friend Tori walks up to me.
“You gonna talk to him today?” She said in her somewhat obnoxious tone. This was probably the hundredth time she asked me. It was just starting to get really annoying.
“I don’t know, I’m not really feeling up to it, and keep your voice down!” Tori was the only person who I told that I like boys.
“Dude, nobody is going to hear us, Oh crap look he’s coming. Seeya, I have to go to the locker room.” Tori said as she pushed me right into him. He is a little shorter than me with very short light brown hair and was stocky. He was not one of those anorexic boys but not chubby. His best feature was his over proportional butt.
“I’m sorry Scott,” I managed to sputter out. Crap! I used his name, I must sound like a stalker. How I managed words after I made contact with him amazes me.
“It’s fine Max,” he said looking at me with his puppy dog brown eyes. How does he know my name? For a moment I had butterflies in my stomach. Our eyes met for a second, it felt like forever. Finally I broke the gaze and walked into the locker room. I have yet to see him in his underwear =3. I have never seen him in the locker room.
I took my pants off and put on my gym shorts. I started to walk out the door when I see feet under one of the stalls in the connecting bathroom. The stall door opened and Scott walked out in his gym shorts holding his jeans. The fact that he changes in the stall makes him even cuter to me.
My gym activity was adventure, which is climbing the rockwall and other equipment outside. I am the only one of my friends to be doing it. Since most of my friends were girls they were apprehensive of rock climbing. They all picked dancing as their activity. I waited outside for the rest of my group so we could start climbing. To my surprise, Scott walked out and stood next to me. My heart was beating for him more than the fear of climbing.
I really did not know anyone in this adventure group. Looking around, the only person I know is Scott. Luckily he is quiet and he has a few close friends. Clearly he knew no one either. Perfect.
The teacher arrived with a bucket of harnesses and asked us to partner up. I picked up a harness and attempted to put it on. Confused, I gave up. I looked up and saw Scott already had his on.
“Do you need any help putting that on?” He asked me.
“Ya, I’m getting nowhere with this.” I said as I pulled the harness to my waist.
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PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

Chapter Summery: All she wants to do is fulfill her fantasy of wetting herself in the open with no one around...but once the opportunity arrives, can she lose the people following her to see what's up?

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'Today's the day! For sure this time! No backing out!'

That was Mindy's thought as she sat in class, near the window. Mindy was an average girl of thirteen, her brunette hair naturally curly, she had no distinguishable features that made her stand out from the crowd, being on the very cusp of puberty, her body hadn't the time yet to change much physically, very much that of a little girl, flat chest and narrow hips... plainly average.

Only partly paying attention to the teacher, Mindy's mind swirled with her soon-to-be-reality fantasy, completely drenching her panties in her pee out in public, though without anyone seeing.

While most girl's her age may have been developing feelings for other boys thanks to the flood of hormones, those same hormones had lead Mindy down a very different path. Mindy was a girl who had yet to discover the joys of masturbation... or rather, discovered an alternate path to giving herself pleasure.

Urination.

Such simple, mundane daily act, but for Mindy, even before entering puberty, found much delight in the pleasure of emptying her bladder, be it sitting on the toilet, taking a bath or even, naughtily peeing in public swimming pools. What was boring to some and even an annoyance, Mindy took great delight in, often drinking plenty of water and pop, solely so she could release it as urine.
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