<?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>HunnyBeez on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hunnybeez/</link><description>Recent content in HunnyBeez on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/hunnybeez/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>First Meeting</title><link>/stories/2007/11/30/first-meeting/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/30/first-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Andy had been a regular at the fetish market, but today was different he was so nervous. Today he was meeting someone for the first time, Allison or Mistress Ally, as he knew her from on line.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Andy had always known he had a kinky side to him. In his early twenties he had started to explore it with his then girlfriend. They had done a fair bit of bondage and some spanking, but it had always been taking it in turns and Andy had always felt lost when it came to his turn to tie his girlfriend up. He would just copy what she had done to him and not really enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kelly and Pip</title><link>/stories/2007/11/30/kelly-and-pip/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/30/kelly-and-pip/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Her tongue just peeked out from between her lips as she concentrated on putting a final coat of mascara on. Pip’s long, straight, fine blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She was 29 and was just over five foot tall and thin, with a boy-like figure. She had heard people say of her more than once she looked like a boy. Yet there was nothing tomboy about Pip. Dressed in a long flowing button down dress in a Laura Ashley floral pattern and flat leather shoes she looked like something out of the seventies. Her pale blue eyes sparkled and her wide thin mouth was always smiling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound and Blindfolded</title><link>/stories/2007/10/03/bound-and-blindfolded/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/03/bound-and-blindfolded/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes, she lay face down on the bed. A pillow placed under her bottom raising it just a few inches off the bed making a tempting target.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He walked around the bed looking at her smooth skin, his eyes lingering over her raised bottom and then stopping as he came to her face. Her head turned to one side showing her succulent red lips slightly parted, her breathing had quickened as she had been restrained. As he stroked back, her long blonde hair, the smell of her womanhood mingling with leather and her perfume reached his nose.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>