The Locksmith's Van
I'm twenty-eight years old and I coach women's basketball at a small college outside of Charleston, which means I spend about four months…
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Group Sex stories. Group Sex stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 17 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Storm Story, Indigo Garden and Heather Study. Readers usually start with “The Locksmith's Van” and “The Spite Hike”. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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01 02 The Spite Hike
My phone buzzed again in the cupholder.
03 Rooftop Slow Burn
Sue here, forty-two, landscaper, hands like sandpaper no matter how much lotion I buy.
04 The Last Shift at the Glasshouse
The snow starts around four in the afternoon.
05 Last Call on Set
The warehouse was quiet when I started my last walk-through at eleven.
06 Salt Flat Night
I turned twenty-eight on a Thursday and I drove out to the Great Basin salt flats that same day.
07 The Roast Mistake
So here's what my Tuesdays looked like for the past five years.
08 Bridge Debt
The bridge is still open when I cross it, barely.
09 Tilting at the Fair
I still think about that night on Little Gull Island, how the whole thing started with a flask and a dare and nobody planning anything.
10 The Back Fence
The townhouse was cheap and I knew why the second I signed the lease.
11 The Conference Aftermath
Paul had been coming to the regional insurance conference in Columbus for eleven years, and he could honestly say it never got more…
12 Locked In Lodge Heat
I reminded myself that thirty-three wasn't old, even though my reflection in the dark lodge window said otherwise.
13 Layover Games
I was forty minutes into a four-hour layover at SFO, Terminal 3, drinking an eight-dollar coffee and watching my connecting flight to…
14 Our Thin Wall Life
*This one came from thinking about how even people who love each other can get lonely in the same bed.
15 The Weight of Watching
My name is Milo, I'm twenty-nine, and until eight months ago I was married.
16 Pit Stop Pleasure
I was thirty-five years old and had just wasted two hours of my life listening to a man describe his mother's hip surgery in detail, and…
17 The Quiet Game of Truth
I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of red wine and no good reason for drinking it.
18 The Archive Invitation
It had been two years, give or take a month, since I'd last stood in front of Terry Walsh, and the whole drive over I kept rehearsing what…
19 The Ferry Agreement
We boarded the Sunrise Voyager at four in the afternoon, both of us sunburned already from the taxi line, and I want to note up front that…
20 The Engine Room Lease
Bree Parsons got to the dock fifteen minutes early, which was unusual for her, but the bus had been empty and the evening was one of those…