<?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>James P. Smith on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/james-p.-smith/</link><description>Recent content in James P. Smith on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/james-p.-smith/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Wrong Motel Meeting</title><link>/stories/2017/09/24/wrong-motel-meeting/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/24/wrong-motel-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tonight, I was stepping out of my comfort zone. We have spoken by e-mail several times working out the details of our intimate night. I wanted to be bound and used like a dirty crossdressing whore and he want to experiment with being a dominating lover for the first time. We both agree to wear black spandex hoods to preserve our identities.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We agreed to meet at a motel two miles from my house at 6 P.M. I arrived three hours early. I had butterflies in my stomach and felt dirty as I paid for my room. Once checked in, I walked straight to my room. For sixty dollars, I was pretty impressed with the room&amp;rsquo;s condition. It was clean, provided bare essentials and privacy. I immediately went to work making myself look feminine. I took a quick shower and shaved my entire body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>