<?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>Chas. M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/chas.-m/</link><description>Recent content in Chas. M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/chas.-m/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fashion Or Fetish</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/fashion-or-fetish/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/fashion-or-fetish/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I never considered my use of scarves as fashion accessories as a fetish. Yes, most of my outfits or coordinated pieces had a scarf or two as a component that could be used to give them a certain look or dress it up or down to fit an occasion, but a fetish? Yes, wearing the Hermes scarf that I received as a college graduation gift from my aunt Grace Kelly style with my brown leather jacket and its turned up collar on a cold Minnesota autumn evening gave me a snug and protected feeling while looking very classy, but a fetish? Yes I did enjoy the look and feel of draping a folded scarf around my neck and tucking its ends into my bra before putting on the jacket of my navy blue pin-striped suit, but a fetish? Perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Getting the Message</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/getting-the-message/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/getting-the-message/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Every now and then, one must be a little more direct in sharing desires with your lover.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I mentioned wanting to be tied up the last time Rachel fucked my ass, but we hadn’t had time during our previous romp. So on Friday night I pulled out some old silk scarves and put them in the center of the table before dinner, hoping my partner would notice them and understand what I wanted. She caught on quicker than I’d suspected and before I’d had a chance to serve our meal, she had me in her arms, her mouth ravaging mine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>