<?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>Jim Oz on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jim-oz/</link><description>Recent content in Jim Oz on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/jim-oz/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lady Gwen's Weekend</title><link>/stories/2001/04/01/lady-gwens-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/04/01/lady-gwens-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lady Gwen rode her horse up the walk towards Coutt&amp;rsquo;s Manor.  She
and some of her friends spent the morning riding and were now heading home
for the afternoon.  As she entered the courtyard, a stable boy, nude
but for collar and leash, took her reins and held the horse for her to
dismount.  Another servant, similarly attired, was standing by with
a tray of drinks.  Taking a glass of wine, Lady Gwen turned her back
and walked up the path to the house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leather and Steel</title><link>/stories/2001/04/01/leather-and-steel/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/04/01/leather-and-steel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leather and Steel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The club was called the Lab and it sat out in the industrial area of
town. It was supposed to play alternative rock so the location fit. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t
heard much about it, but decided to check it out on ladies night. I had
hopes that I might meet someone a little &amp;ldquo;rough&amp;rdquo;. That black leather and
chain crowd always gives me hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I walked in and found it to be quite dark. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t a real big crowd,
but the night was still somewhat young. I walked over to the bar, trying
to look like my meek self, and ordered a dark draft. Somehow it fit the
occasion, dark and a little rough. There seemed to be an almost physical
dividing line set up towards the darker side of the club, so naturally
I wandered over that way. I didn&amp;rsquo;t notice when I first came in, but now,
after my sight adjusted, I could see a small crowd of several leather clad
women. There were a couple of guys in the background, so I hoped that they
weren&amp;rsquo;t all gay.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Health Club</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/health-club/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/health-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have a T-shirt with the saying &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s been so long since I&amp;rsquo;ve had sex,
I can&amp;rsquo;t remember who ties who&amp;rdquo; and have worn it to the aerobics club on
a couple of occasions with no more than a grin or so in reaction from others. 
Finally a woman took notice in a more than casual way. The class had been
a good workout and we were both drenched in sweat afterwards, when she
came over to where I was standing. She was pretty good-looking, sort of
tall with dark brown hair and a slim build. Her eyes were dark and she
was dressed in a black workout suit. She told me she was watching during
the class and thought I was doing pretty good for a guy. I told her I tried
to do my best and enjoyed following a woman&amp;rsquo;s lead. With that she looked
at me a bit closer and asked if I would like to learn the answer to my
T-shirt&amp;rsquo;s question. I got flustered as usual, and my dick got hard and
I spluttered a yes. She then told me to meet her at the counter in thirty
minutes and be ready to go.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>