Boots on the Wrong Feet
I'm forty-three years old, I teach sports medicine at a university, and I have published two papers on injury prevention, so you would…
Gym or sports stories, from quick reads to long series. Most gym or sports stories here sit in lesbian sex and toys & masturbation. Reads run 13 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Session of Paper, Brass Ghost and Pulse of Willow. Readers usually start with “Boots on the Wrong Feet” and “The Belay Partner”. 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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I'm forty-three years old, I teach sports medicine at a university, and I have published two papers on injury prevention, so you would…
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My name is Iris Leland, I'm twenty-nine years old, and I have been standing in a convent garden since seven in the morning waiting for a…
My name is Cassy, I'm fifty-four years old, and last spring my marriage of twenty-five years ended.
I'm Nix.
The piano slid again when I hit the brakes, and this time it hit the wheel well hard enough that the whole van rocked.
I locked the front door at nine.
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Session of Paper, Brass Ghost, Pulse of Willow, The Amber Echo
Gym or sports stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most gym or sports stories take 13 to 23 minutes, and the average is 18. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.