<?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>Mike Vickers on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mike-vickers/</link><description>Recent content in Mike Vickers on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mike-vickers/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Total Rubber Occlusion</title><link>/stories/2003/09/28/total-rubber-occlusion/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/28/total-rubber-occlusion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Charlotte stared out across the bedroom and sighed softly, weary of
waiting for her beloved mistress to return. She normally managed to survive
these periods of inactivity without any difficulty, but on this occasion
felt the slow passage of time more acutely than usual. Sometimes she was
able to doze when Victoria was out shopping or visiting friends, but now
a gnawing excitement prevented such a pleasant escape. She knew something
very special was about to happen and an almost juvenile anticipation made
sleep impossible. The thought of Victoria aroused her, as it always did.
Images of exquisite eroticism filled her mind. She had always been deeply
submissive, the source of her natural deference being alopecia which struck
cruelly during her late teens. Hounded by cruelty from her peers and deprived
of friends by her striking nakedness, she retreated into a private world,
an unsure, sometimes frightened young woman who saw no future in a society
that placed so much store on physical perfection.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Total Rubber Occlusion</title><link>/stories/2001/05/10/total-rubber-occlusion/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/05/10/total-rubber-occlusion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Charlotte stared out across the bedroom and sighed softly, weary of
waiting for her beloved mistress to return. She normally managed to survive
these periods of inactivity without any difficulty, but on this occasion
felt the slow passage of time more acutely than usual. Sometimes she was
able to doze when Victoria was out shopping or visiting friends, but now
a gnawing excitement prevented such a pleasant escape. She knew something
very special was about to happen and an almost juvenile anticipation made
sleep impossible. The thought of Victoria aroused her, as it always did.
Images of exquisite eroticism filled her mind. She had always been deeply
submissive, the source of her natural deference being alopecia which struck
cruelly during her late teens. Hounded by cruelty from her peers and deprived
of friends by her striking nakedness, she retreated into a private world,
an unsure, sometimes frightened young woman who saw no future in a society
that placed so much store on physical perfection.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>