<?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>Justin Forabit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/justin-forabit/</link><description>Recent content in Justin Forabit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/justin-forabit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ice &amp; Sweat</title><link>/stories/2018/08/11/ice-sweat/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/11/ice-sweat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I woke up on the first morning of my two week unpaid “vacation” thinking about my long flight beginning the next afternoon and the terrible week at work I had just put behind me. A good portion of the terrible week fell square on my shoulders for missing some key reporting deadlines costing the company several thousand dollars in fines. That combined with my bull headedness and mouth not wanting to fully take the blame for my failure almost cost me my job. The only thing that I am sure saved me from an outright dismissal was the one time while working late the owner and I wound up fucking in the break room. We met up there waiting for our internet to come back online after a temporary outage and were showing each other pictures on our phones. I had forgotten that there were some on there of me getting a spanking at a swingers club in town and he discovered them while swiping. He offered to make my ass as red as my cheeks and I accepted. It made for some uncomfortable meetings for a while but for the last year or so things were ok, that is until this week when I screwed up so bad.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught on Camera</title><link>/stories/2018/04/26/caught-on-camera/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/26/caught-on-camera/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My ex college boyfriend Brad was going to be in town for a few days for business so I suggested he stay in my guest room rather than an Airbnb like he had planned. It would save him some money and we could catch up a  little since the last time we were face to face. Our breakup had been amicable and mutual as following graduation jobs took us to different cities in different states. We tried the long distance thing but it just did not work out so we just maintained our friendship on social media. His flight was due to put him at my house somewhere after 5 P.M. at the earliest if everything went perfect for him and I told him there would be a surprise waiting on him when he got here. It was rather flirtatious of me as I meant his favorite comfort food, pizza and beer, but I could not help myself with a little tease. I gave him my guest code for the community gate and electronic lock to my front door so that he could just let himself in during his stay and gave security his name and description. I knew he had a new girlfriend and I told myself to keep my flirting down to a minimum and absolutely no sexual activity. To help curb my libido I decided on a bit of self bondage before he arrived and a cam show.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>