<?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>Iron Rodd on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/iron-rodd/</link><description>Recent content in Iron Rodd on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/iron-rodd/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Locking Up the Holidays</title><link>/stories/2014/04/06/locking-up-the-holidays/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/06/locking-up-the-holidays/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kelly and I met as fifteen-year-old freshman, and started going out as sixteen-year-old sophomores. The summer before senior year was the first time I’d seen her naked, and the first time she saw me without any clothes. We were playing with each other: her hands were amazing, and she said I got her off with ease. But we weren’t ready to have intercourse, so she decided it would be safer if only one of us was naked at any time. I could accept that, because I knew we’d be together, and eventually it would happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Turnabout can be Fun</title><link>/stories/2014/03/08/turnabout-can-be-fun/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/08/turnabout-can-be-fun/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“When time-turning, you must be careful not to run into your other self. Wizards who do that have met with awful things.” That was the warning Professor had given me when she handed me the time-turner, and for most of the fall term, I’d been very careful. But now it was December. I’d been double-studying, two-timing classes, and making every possible educational advantage of the time-turner hanging around my neck. But I was tired. Emotionally exhausted. I needed something else, something more, all right, I needed someone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Body Servant</title><link>/stories/2012/06/09/body-servant/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/09/body-servant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the day after we’d slept together for the first time that Tom told me he was a real magic user, not just a stage magician. Of course, I didn’t believe him, so he showed me. That first time was something simple: levitation. He sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and then floated up to my eye level.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a neat parlor trick, I admitted, but I was still unconvinced. So he waved his right hand over his left arm, and then removed his left arm at the elbow. I screamed, but he kept on smiling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In My Case</title><link>/stories/2012/05/23/in-my-case/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/23/in-my-case/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We also have Janie. Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our playmate, because sometimes three really is better than two.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Susan recently had a little business trip planned, going upstate by bus for a couple of days. We figured it might be a good time to try out an objectification fantasy Janie had confided to us once.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sheathing that Desire</title><link>/stories/2012/03/23/sheathing-that-desire/</link><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/03/23/sheathing-that-desire/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But sometimes, fantasy demands a little bit more. That’s why we’re lucky to have Janie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our travelling companion when we go to science fiction conventions. Last weekend, for example, was a really good convention# SYMBOL \f &amp;ldquo;Symbol&amp;quot;188 and a really great time in private.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Convention Slave</title><link>/stories/2012/02/20/convention-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/20/convention-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“I want to go with you to the science fiction convention next weekend,” Michelle said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a bit of a surprise to me. We’d been sleeping together for a few months, and though she was interested in my life, she wasn’t very interested in my sf habit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That’d be great,” I said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She winked at me. “It’s not the panels and stuff that interest me. I remember you talking about the stuff that goes on ‘after hours.’ I think I’m ready to take a chance.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>