<?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>Shinyboy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/shinyboy/</link><description>Recent content in Shinyboy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/shinyboy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sliding Down the Slippery Shiny Slope</title><link>/stories/2025/03/31/sliding-down-the-slippery-shiny-slope/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/31/sliding-down-the-slippery-shiny-slope/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max stood contemplating the poster for the local nightclub. He’d walked past it for a few weeks now, and it kept catching his eye. A very sexy girl was pictured, dressed in shiny Adidas shorts and a matching crop top, and gyrating to some techno. The advert was for a sportswear themed night every Tuesday, and Max was keen on sportswear. In fact, to be honest, it was more than that: shiny sportswear was a bit of a turn-on for him. He wasn’t sure why, but the feel and look of shiny shorts had become an obsession, a secret fetish. That’s why he had finally ground to a halt in front of the poster. He’d been trying to resist but he just had to go. He liked clubbing anyway, and here was a chance to wear shiny shorts in public, surrounded by others, with nobody any the wiser about his secret. He took one last look at the girl on the poster and resolved to go the next week.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>