<?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>Kurt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kurt/</link><description>Recent content in Kurt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/kurt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jenni and Sam, favor returned</title><link>/stories/2005/11/05/jenni-and-sam-favor-returned/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/11/05/jenni-and-sam-favor-returned/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="jenni_sam01.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenni and Sam, the beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jenni and Sam, favor returned by Kurt
&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Jenni tries to return the
favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CLICK!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jenni looked in the mirrors surrounding her and watched each click. 
She certainly didn’t move very much for each click, it seemed to her. 
At this rate it could take hours to hit bottom.  The foam ball in
her mouth was certainly doing its job, every movement she made to compress
it and gain some movement in her mouth was taken back cruelly the instant
she relaxed her muscles.  And the hood was no help at all.  It
was a work of art, Jenni noticed sadly.  The Sweet Gwen-style hood
left one oval-shaped opening for her nose and eyes, and that was it. Sam
must have had it custom made, the blue silk fit so closely. And it was
pretty, too.  The bright blue silk of the hood with the darker blue
silk piping around the opening, gave the appearance of a fine garment,
not a hood made to silence someone. Opening her mouth even the slightest
bit further was out of the question, it held her jaws as closed as they
would go, what with the ball in her mouth.  It also held her lips
tight against her teeth.  Sam had laced it on, but she didn’t seem
to strain at the laces, it was quick and efficient… and tight.  The
only noises Jenni could make after the foam ball and the lacing of the
hood were faint mewling sounds and a keening through her nose.  Sam
sure did seem to like silencing her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rainbow’s End, Part 2</title><link>/stories/2005/01/27/the-rainbows-end-part-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/01/27/the-rainbows-end-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="rainbows_end.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rainbow’s End Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Rainbow’s End, Part 2 by Kurt
&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It did me no good at all to go to work that day; all I seemed to be
able to think about was last night.  I had spent a wonderful night
making love to a beautiful bound woman, and suddenly, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t think
of anything but going back and doing it all over again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jenni and Sam, the beginning</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jenni-and-sam-the-beginning/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jenni-and-sam-the-beginning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenni and Sam, the beginning by Kurt&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before you read this story, there’s something I need to say.  Most
people write these stories for one reason.  They want to share an
intimate part of their lives with you, the reader.  Take the time
and send them an e-mail if possible to let them know how much you enjoy
their story.   I’ve written a few of these stories and only gotten
two e-mails in reply.  It’s something I need to get better at doing. 
So please send me a reply to &lt;a href="mailto:kurtman73@netscape.net"&gt;kurtman73@netscape.net&lt;/a&gt;  It would mean
a lot.  Now on with the story…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rainbow’s End Part 1</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-rainbows-end-part-1/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-rainbows-end-part-1/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Rainbow’s End, Part 2 by Kurt
&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It would be ridiculous at best to say that we met across a crowded room,
but that would be pretty close to the description required to describe
my meeting Shelly. Actually, it was a crowded parking lot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was driving through the parking lot of the Rainbow Road House, a place
located just off Rt. 340 at the Virginia/West Virginia line. It is a country
bar that Patsy Cline used to sing at when she was first starting out. I&amp;rsquo;m
no great fan of Patsy, but I had always wanted to see the inside of this
place. So I was driving through the parking lot when I saw Shelly walking
across the lot and into the front door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>