<?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>Kinkyme on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kinkyme/</link><description>Recent content in Kinkyme on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/kinkyme/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>There's No Place Like Home</title><link>/stories/2010/04/06/theres-no-place-like-home/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/04/06/theres-no-place-like-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stepped off the plane after three days travelling and was really looking forward to going home after a long few weeks of travelling for work. My work regularly has me travelling and I don’t seem to get home as much as I would like anymore. But it pays the bills and then some, and of course it does make it even more enjoyable when I do get home. Leaving the gate, I walked down the corridor, past the shops and last security checkpoint, and toward the baggage claim area. I don’t typically check bags, but with the new security changes it was impossible to take even a small travel bag containing a razor and nail clippers on a flight so it had to be checked. Luckily, even with two flight changes, and one delay at an intermediate airport, my bag was one of the first off the carousel at my home destination, then it was just short 2 minute walk to the train and an even smoother 3 hour journey back home. I even managed to get a little sleep on the way and woke just up as the train pulled into the station.
With my bag in hand, I pulled out my phone and called my girlfriend who was waiting just outside to pick me up around the corner. A few moments later, she was pulling up in front of the station. I threw my bags in the back seat, and got into the front seat for the drive home. Before she pulled away and headed out toward the highway, I leaned over to give her a light kiss “hello.”
 
As I did, she kissed me back passionately and had a strange, mischievous look in her eye. I sat back in to my chair and started to relax. After about 5 minutes we were clear on the highway where she took my hand and pressed it down on her upper thigh. As she did I noticed a large lump in her jeans pressed against her leg. I immediately began to get hard because I knew what was under those tight denim jeans she was wearing. She knew I had noticed it immediately and began to smirk as I sat up and kissed her. Underneath her jeans, she was wearing 8 inches of solid silicone, “strapless strap-on” that she was going to use on me when we got home. Her strap on was a baby pink, silicone, double ended dildo called “the share”, “the share” is designed to fit inside her vagina while holding a respectably sized “penis” in place and it’s designed to stimulate her as she used it, thus “sharing” the fun.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Suspended Release</title><link>/stories/2006/03/02/suspended-release/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/02/suspended-release/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Suspended Release by Kinkyme Sbm; susp; F/m; cons; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have
been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try
something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided
that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and
when?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was
living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being
students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so
the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up
too often.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>