<?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>Bnimrod on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bnimrod/</link><description>Recent content in Bnimrod on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bnimrod/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Market</title><link>/stories/2014/12/17/the-market/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/17/the-market/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He was captured. The net he didn’t see had entangled him and now the riders were coming up fast on horses. They were huge by his standards as well as the women that rode them. He had made the mistake of stepping through the portal to this planet only to find to his horror that it was already inhabited. And what inhabitants. They were 10 feet tall on average and all females as far as he had seen. He began running after the first day when he saw the first hunt. Men like him were caught and thrown on the backs of those huge horses, carried away to who knows where.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pizza Anyone?</title><link>/stories/2014/11/11/pizza-anyone/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/11/pizza-anyone/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ellen had gone up to visit her friend Lisa in San Francisco and Kathy joined them at the same time. The three women were in the house together commiserating over Lisa’s recent divorce. It got to dinnertime and the women had really paid little attention to how hungry they were.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa was too upset to cook and didn&amp;rsquo;t have much in the refrigerator at home anyway. She was on the phone talking to a friend about some of the details of her recent divorce. Ellen looked over at Kathy&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jenna</title><link>/stories/2014/10/01/jenna/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/01/jenna/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He was sitting across from her watching her and she lit a cigarette. Jenna was wearing a tight dress cut above the knees which showed her shapely legs to good effect. She inhaled the smoke and looked at him. She held it for a moment, her full breasts rising as she did so and then blew smoke ceilingward.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I saw a repair truck outside.&amp;rdquo; Bill commented.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes I need to have a repairman.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Breast Implants</title><link>/stories/2014/09/18/breast-implants/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/18/breast-implants/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The women were sitting in the back yard chatting. Sandra a vivacious blonde was discussing breast implants with her friend Cathy. Cathy was a tall, somewhat thin brunette who now sported full large breasts and wore the tight clothes to show them off.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Those look great Cathy,” Sandra observed, eyeing her friend’s new acquisitions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Umm,” Cathy responded pushing her breasts up with her hands, accentuating their round fullness. She laughed. “The only problem is feeding them.” She said, sighing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Widow</title><link>/stories/2014/09/01/the-widow/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/01/the-widow/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Bruce was bored. It was another one of those cheer up Janet visits that his wife insisted on making. Not that he minded seeing his buxom brunette sister-in-law. But the conversation always seemed to revolve around cooking. Since her husband had disappeared and been declared dead, Janet had done a complete make over. She looked younger, her skin silken smooth and her breasts much fuller. Bruce suspected some insurance money spent on plastics but was too discrete to ask.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Donna's Latest Meal</title><link>/stories/2014/08/18/donnas-latest-meal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/18/donnas-latest-meal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She sat on the beach partially upright in her lounge chair looking at him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, I am a smoker, so eventually I will probably eat you.“ she calmly informed him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He looked at her. It was his decision. She was a curvaceous blonde. Her bikini showed off her large breasts and slender waist to good effect. She knew this too. It was very tempting and that was the idea. He suspected many men might have gone the same route. He looked at her smile, those straight white teeth. How many victims passed that way into her rapacious female body, just food and a good meal. He swallowed hard. He might last a good long time and have lots of good sex with that body first. It was tempting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>