<?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>BoredInLeather on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/boredinleather/</link><description>Recent content in BoredInLeather on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/boredinleather/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Latex Fetish (Un)Leashed</title><link>/stories/2026/04/18/a-latex-fetish-unleashed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/18/a-latex-fetish-unleashed/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our embrace was a fleeting comfort as an alarm went off at 7am on a cold and cloudy Saturday in November. I acted like I was still asleep. As she left my embrace to turn off her alarm and start her day. I rotated to my back and got a light kiss on the lips that I struggled to not reciprocate. I had worked late the night before and did not want her to feel guilty for waking me up. I kept my eyes closed as she got ready for some kind of work meeting. What a waste of a Saturday. Listening carefully, I heard her descend the stairwell and her car angrily sped away. I was sad to be alone today but grateful to have the opportunity to clean up our modest one-bedroom apartment. It is not much but we always did our best with what he had.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>