<?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>Seneca on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/seneca/</link><description>Recent content in Seneca on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/seneca/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fantasies</title><link>/stories/2014/10/11/fantasies/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/11/fantasies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had roamed the streets of the city for hours. It was evening
by now and, despite being summer,
the atmosphere turned already dark. The sky was covered in clouds
and the smell of rain hung in
the air.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wearing a long black PVC-Mac didn&amp;rsquo;t surprise anybody. As a
gleaming black figure I walked the
streets of my town. Today I decided to wear a latex body with
long sleeves and a zipper at the
crotch. A noble looking latex jeans and rubber boots completed
my outfit. To stay as calm as
possible I had decided to go without an exciting anal plug, still
the approaching appointment
excited me very much. My painfully erect member was looking for
a way to escape his already
wet latex prison.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>