<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Aka Thoth on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/aka-thoth/</link><description>Recent content in Aka Thoth on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/aka-thoth/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Boots</title><link>/stories/2006/02/25/the-boots/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/25/the-boots/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The name of the store was &amp;ldquo;Dreams and Dreads&amp;rdquo;, it was one of those small
fetish stores selling everything Susan&amp;rsquo;s dreams were made of. Hoods, corsets,
shoes, all made of rubber in various colours. Susan spent much of her free
time, and much of her free money as well, in this little store. Ever since
she had discovered her liking of &amp;ldquo;unusual&amp;rdquo; wear, she lived up to her fetish
as much as she could. For work she wore her simple &amp;ldquo;business attire&amp;rdquo;, but
in the last few months she wore latex bras and panties underneath. She&amp;rsquo;d
spend the weekends wrapped up in her favourite material and in special
clubs and, from time to time, with special friends, both male and female.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Boots</title><link>/stories/2004/03/20/the-boots/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/20/the-boots/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Boots by Aka Thoth&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The name of the store was &amp;ldquo;Dreams and Dreads&amp;rdquo;, it was one of those small
fetish stores selling everything Susan&amp;rsquo;s dreams were made of. Hoods, corsets,
shoes, all made of rubber in various colours. Susan spent much of her free
time, and much of her free money as well, in this little store. Ever since
she had discovered her liking of &amp;ldquo;unusual&amp;rdquo; wear, she lived up to her fetish
as much as she could. For work she wore her simple &amp;ldquo;business attire&amp;rdquo;, but
in the last few months she wore latex bras and panties underneath. She&amp;rsquo;d
spend the weekends wrapped up in her favourite material and in special
clubs and, from time to time, with special friends, both male and female.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Land of Pyramids</title><link>/stories/2003/09/05/land-of-pyramids/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/05/land-of-pyramids/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Princess Thethi slept uneasy. The hot desert wind lingered in the Pharaos
palace. The princess was tossing and turning in her bed. In her dreams
she walked through the palace, barely dressed in a gauze dress. Under the
transparent cloth, sweat glistered on her round hips, her  firm breast
and on her slender legs. Her long, dark hair danced in the wind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wind lifted her up and she felt her dress slipping away. The touch
of the wind was like a chill on her light brown skin. She saw herself suspended
in the air by unseen forces, arms and legs slightly spread as to embrace
a lover. Out of nowhere bands of white linen wrapped themselves tightly
around her arms and legs. Round her waist and breasts the bands went, up
to her throat, leaving her head uncovered for now. As her crotch was covered
in white cloth, the princess felt the bands tighten even more. They forced
her feet in a straight line with her legs and she couldn&amp;rsquo;t bend her legs
anymore. Her already slim waist was further reduced, making breathing harder.
Her breast were slightly lifted by the bands, her body was begining to
feel rigid.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>