<?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>I Rule Alone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/i-rule-alone/</link><description>Recent content in I Rule Alone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/i-rule-alone/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>See Emily Play 2</title><link>/stories/2011/11/05/see-emily-play-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/05/see-emily-play-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="seeemilyplay.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SEE EMILY PLAY PT. 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MEETING MRS. M.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the rush of the orgasm subsided Emily got up from the floor and finished her cup of coffee. Her panties were soaked through and her legs were wet with her own piss, but she loved it. She made her way back to her bedroom and sat back down behind her computer. Earlier that night she had found a website called therubberclinic.com and for some reason she kept going back to it. At one point she had paid for a subscription and she loved all the nasty content she had found. She restarted a video she had been watching. A helpless girl in the shiniest black latex outfit was being ‘treated’ by two latex nurses. One was fucking her silly with a huge strap on dildo, while the other was forcing her to drink her own piss. The girls make-up was a mess and she looked completely helpless.
And all Emily could think, while she watched that video over and over was; ‘God, I wish I was that girl’.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>See Emily Play</title><link>/stories/2011/10/15/see-emily-play/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/15/see-emily-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Slowly but surely the New York subway train gathered speed, the firm forward motion sent an almost unnoticeable
shudder through Emily’s body as she was having yet another orgasm. She knew pretty damn well how to hide this for the outside world as Mrs. M had taught her the hard way. To the innocent bystander it would look like she was just shivering with cold. Only someone really paying attention might notice there was something else going on. Her body shivering while her look would turn to a gaze for only a second. But in New York no one paid attention. As the orgasm slowely subsided Emily relaxed a bit as her mind started wandering back to almost a year ago. Back to the events that would change her live for good.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>