<?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>B. Larson on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/b.-larson/</link><description>Recent content in B. Larson on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/b.-larson/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Apartment Block</title><link>/stories/2023/09/30/the-apartment-block/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/30/the-apartment-block/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="arrival"&gt;Arrival&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He&amp;rsquo;d said the wine I&amp;rsquo;d been drinking on the flight gave my mouth a floral flavour. l took the compliment, but I&amp;rsquo;d undoubtedly had too much, probably out of the anxiety of having only met him twice before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This time was different though. Our online chats had entered new territory. To make a long story short, he&amp;rsquo;d sent me a picture of a girl in underwear and bound with white rope, with the challenge: &amp;ldquo;Do you fancy an adventure?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Twenty Minutes</title><link>/stories/2023/08/02/twenty-minutes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/02/twenty-minutes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;So today is my take a deep breath, let&amp;rsquo;s-do-this day. I&amp;rsquo;ve taken the day off from my waitressing job at the cafe, and come up to the city on the train. Getting to the studio partly on foot in this heat has made me a little hot and bothered, but the real stress came from the anxiety of finally taking the plunge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ever since I&amp;rsquo;d moved to the Bay area, I&amp;rsquo;d been aware of this studio, and of the kind of movies it specialized in. Damsels in distress - it was the kind of thing I&amp;rsquo;d fantasized about ever since that one time an ex had tied me down as a teen, and I&amp;rsquo;d pretended not to like it. He&amp;rsquo;d shown me pictures of girls tied up, ball-gagged, and such. I was younger then, and forgot about it, consigning all that kind of thing to the domain of misogynistic fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Briana's Audition</title><link>/stories/2023/06/03/brianas-audition/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/03/brianas-audition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My thong-split ass perches on the edge of the high stool and I watch as Blayne goes through a mess of electric cables and plugs on the floor. He&amp;rsquo;s trying to find a free socket to get some power for the device. I&amp;rsquo;m half way between excited and nervous! I&amp;rsquo;m already pretty uncomfortable being so underdressed in front of Blayne, but what he&amp;rsquo;s about to do to me next is another level.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>