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Group Sex stories
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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81 82 Rev Match
"You're late."
83 The Regulars
My friend Denise asked me to housesit for her for a week while she went to visit her sister in Phoenix, and honestly I said yes before she…
84 Closing Shift Confession
The last batch came off the drum at eleven forty, and I killed the machines and just stood there listening to the quiet.
85 The View-Master Experiment
The ferry came around the point at six forty in the morning, same as it always did, and I stood at the rail of the dock like I always do…
86 The Thank You List
Natasha was twenty-six and still not used to the quiet out here.
87 Final Coat
I'd been sanding and sealing gym floors for fifteen years, but this one came out sweet.
88 Off Season Tides
The ocean was gray the way it always is in November off the Oregon coast.
89 Trail Gratitude
My name is Shauna Snow, I'm fifty-two years old, and until last Friday I had never in my life been exactly where I was standing at dusk…
90 Fire Watch
I'm Olivia, I'm thirty-four, and I want to state up front that I did not want to go on this retreat.
91 Rooftop Reservation
The rigging took me two weeks and it was perfect.
92 The Late Night Invitation
The hotel had one of those lobbies that was trying too hard, all dark wood and pendant lights and a girl at the desk who called me…
93 County Line Breakdown
The heat had come to stay sometime around the middle of July, and by the third week of it Marnie Dane had stopped pretending she could…
94 Lodge Bet
The dock at Ibarra Lodge is just two planks and a rope rail.
95 Two-Timing the Turntable
Clarence Greene was twenty-three years old and he figured that gave him about six more months of being allowed to make dumb decisions…
96 Rhubarb, Ribbons, and Reckless Nights
I hate losing.
97 The Perk of the Pit
Howard had been talking about this car show for three weeks, so when our anniversary landed on the same weekend, I didn't even bother…
98 Shipboard Showdown
Trev boarded the St.
99 Herd Instinct
The last hour of a night shift is the worst hour of any job, and I've got proof.
100 The Leave Pass
I was sitting in the diner off Route 9 doing what I always did on Thursdays, which was eating a grilled cheese and ignoring my phone, when…
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