<?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>Latex Suzie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/latex-suzie/</link><description>Recent content in Latex Suzie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/latex-suzie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Latex Suzie's Fantasies</title><link>/stories/2007/03/02/latex-suzies-fantasies/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/02/latex-suzies-fantasies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I thought you might like to hear one of my fantasies, I&amp;rsquo;m having at the
moment. Well, what I imagine is that I have taken up a part time job at
a fetish shop, to help pay for all my clothes. What this entails is
being dressed up in all sorts of weird and wonderful outfits, and then
model them around the shop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So one day I have arranged to meet someone from the internet at the
shop, so I decide to get especially dressed up for them. As there is so
much to put on, I have to get the owner of the shop, who is a really
sexy women, to help me get dressed. This is what I wear; First I slide
into a tight pair of red latex panties, but ones which have two
vibrators in them. One for my arse, and one for my pussy. I make sure
they are really well lubricated and slide them into me. MMhhhhh, buy now
I&amp;rsquo;m really turned on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latex Suzie's Fantasies</title><link>/stories/2007/03/02/latex-suzies-fantasies/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/02/latex-suzies-fantasies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Walking past the store, his eye is caught by a black satin corset
segmenting a dummy with a pump up latex gag next to it on the floor.
Smiling, he enters, wondering how her first day was. &amp;ldquo;Ding Ding&amp;rdquo; marks
his entrance to the very quiet store, he expected a &amp;ldquo;Mmmmpffff&amp;rdquo; rather
than a ding, it sort of seemed more appropriate. Looking around it is
empty but various sumtuous latex &amp;amp; leather equipment was spread around.
A leather armbinder for male &amp;amp; female hang in one corner, it felt so
soft between his fingers as he caressed it contrasting starkly with the
rather severe leather buckle straps at wrists, elbow and top. Mmmmm.
Looked rather inviting. The smell of leather combined with the smell of
latex and quickly tongued his nostrils making him gasp. Mmmmm, how nice
to feel it being cinched firm with such a wonderful smell enveloping
him, soft latex-glad fingers caressing his now captive biceps and taut
pectoral muscles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>