<?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>Anne Raymond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/anne-raymond/</link><description>Recent content in Anne Raymond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/anne-raymond/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Latex Body Suit</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/latex-body-suit/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/latex-body-suit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story was written by Anne Raymond and can be freely distributed
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&lt;p&gt;The latex body suit slid over my lightly powdered body and wrapped itself
tightly around my torso. Its bra pushed my breasts up and out, an offering
to the demons that haunt this man. I rolled one silky black
stocking and pulled it on with a slow loving movement, after I had
it secured with the garters of the latex suit I got its mate and prepared
to repeat the process. Paul grabbed the stocking from my hand and told
me to extend my leg. He bent over me and lightly
teased my toes with his tongue before he pulled on my stocking and fastened
it. He told me to stand up so that he could get a good
look at the outfit before I put the skirt on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>