<?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>PussySlave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pussyslave/</link><description>Recent content in PussySlave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/pussyslave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Nice Pussy</title><link>/stories/2023/01/03/nice-pussy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/03/nice-pussy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Heather. Dopey, I know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was not going to college. My entrance scores weren’t good enough, and I was not pretty enough for a cheerleader scholarship either. But not bad either. I was like Leah in the bible – a great figure but not as pretty in the face as Rachel. There’s always a prettier girl somewhere, huh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So when I turned eighteen toward the end of high school I faced a small town where I knew pretty much everyone and the usual jobs of hardware store and grocery store. I chose the hardware store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>