Groupies Stories Novels & Stories

Amber smacked his shoulder, “Leo what the fuck! You’re holding out on me! Why am I just hearing this story now?” He laughed, “I included them in the count, I guess I just never got around to telling you the details.” “This type of thing happens at the club all the time. Guys pay big bucks to have threesomes with twins. Once a session with a set of triplets went for seven figures I was told. But they were only on like loan to the club. They were like from Iceland and traveled the country making it fuckin’ rain.” “But that’s not real life. The club is merely an illusion,” said Grayson.

I murmur, unsure as to where he's going with this, "Good for him? I don't really know much about hockey." "Yeah, good for him. He's still one of us. And when one of us has a girlfriend, she's a part of the team too," he continues. Bram grumbles something and tries to pull me again but Grayson slaps his hand away, "There's a special girl group, called the WAGs. Wives and girlfriends. I've never had one of those either, but they're all very nice, you'll fit right in." "Sure, that sounds cute. But I'm SO busy with work and I..."

"Why are you so worried about my sex life, huh? Are you so hard up yourself you have to worry about mine all the time?" Geni gives her a look. I've seen this look before. The verbal sparring is about to be taken to a whole new level. "I know all about you, Tiffany," she says. "I've seen the pictures. It's interesting how many times you're in the background of candid pictures of the team, coming out of a hotel room. And yet you're never, ever with the same player." Tiffany scowls but doesn't say a word as Geni continues. "The thing is," she says, "the dynamic of a groupie fascinates me. I've done a lot of reading about them. It's so funny the things you can find on the internet. Tell me, whic

"Lonely secretary desperately needs gang raping. 30-something short and curvy, 5'2, 36DD, 115 lbs. Send pictures of you and your friends. If your group is selected, you pay for a nice hotel suite. I show up and you fuck me raw. BDSM encouraged, but safe words must be respected. You know you want me." I had a flood of replies in the inbox that went with the ads, over thirty - groups of three, five, even groups of twelve guys who all wanted to rape my pussy. I went for a big group with cute guys, partly because there were eighteen guys in the group, but mostly because I liked their reply. Here's what they said:

The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.

All basic stuff you might need for rural life. I recognised some of the people checking out the different stores from our group. It looked like there were three other groups. The largest had six members, and was very clearly led by Golden Boy. He had no trouble walking up to shopkeepers and charming the socks off them. Then there was an all female group of four, all very tall girls. The tallest had led the screaming complaints back at the hut. The other three looked like they had the permanent hump, a fixed pissed off expression stuck to their faces. Arms folded, head tilted, their eyes saying, “Yeah? What?”

The awkward atmosphere as we greeted them only to be met with silence and eyes that sized us up was suffocating. I flipped through the company profile sections the moment I sat down, to familiarize myself with the groups, most of these bands we're to travel with have been... well blacklisted. By blacklisted I mean they all have bad reputations. Similar to our group, these groups had one or more than one member that has either been sued, thrown into juvie, or a child that's been in and out of the foster care system.

“Hey everyone, i hope this message finds you well because this might be the the last time i would send a message here and i would prefer if no one calls me after this. I am totally fine. I just need some space. You guys know that virginity is one of the most crucial things i hold dear to myself and i always wanted to do it with my husband. I got disvirgined that night and i felt like a huge part of me left. I felt like i lost my virginity. Which feels totally awful, i am fine, i still love you guys but i would prefer to be left alone for some time to digest the whole situation. To clear the air, i am not angry or sad or feeling any form of negative emotions, i just need some time alone to re

she said before continuing with a sad look on her face, "The groupies are totally crazy, huh?" "Hey, why do you look so hurt? Wait a minute! Les, you're a groupie too aren't you? That's why you know so much. Why didn't you ever tell me about them?" "No, just a fan. I found out about them last summer and come to their gigs once in a while. You know after the whole TJ incident, I've been really cautious with falling for musicians but with The Decadence of The Fallen...I just couldn't help myself. Speaking of which, they're playing at the school's Orientation Day. Let's come and watch," Leslie explained, smiling from ear to ear.

Kingsley gave him an apology face only the two of them could understand. Jake got up from the floor and dashed to Kingsley, but the people in the Casino quickly ran to them. One group held Jake, whilst another group also held Kingsley. The two fake enemies continued insulting each other until the two groups took each one of them to their table. Based on their investigation, the Williams Casino has different groups. You can't get any information unless you have a group to back you up. Thus, they brought up the idea of fighting over a girl in other to enter any kind of group there.