<?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>The Storyteller on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/the-storyteller/</link><description>Recent content in The Storyteller on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/the-storyteller/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Breezy and The Seven Year Itch</title><link>/stories/2019/08/22/breezy-and-the-seven-year-itch/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/08/22/breezy-and-the-seven-year-itch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Call me Breezy. I’m a 22 year old girl, single. Until the age of fifteen I had never masturbated, had only a classroom sex-ed understanding of sexuality. That changed in a hurry when I saw Marilyn Monroe in the 1955 film The Seven Year Itch. In case you don’t recognize the reference, this is the one where Monroe is wearing a white dress, stands on a street grate as air blows up through the grate, and the air blast catches and blows her dress upwards. I saw it on TV with my older brother and his male friend. They obsessed over the scene, pausing it, replaying it, making comments. They were clearly aroused by the scene. I was aroused by their reactions to it. I was quiet, but felt a hot rush. I masturbated for the first time that night. I pictured myself like that, guys watching as a wind gust lifted my dress.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jen’s Predicament</title><link>/stories/2019/07/26/jens-predicament/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/07/26/jens-predicament/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="jenspredicament.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi, all, I’m Jen. This story is a continuation from &lt;a href="jenspredicament.html"&gt;Jen’s Predicament&lt;/a&gt;. Because it drops right into the middle of a conversation, here’s a quick recap of how we got here.&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m 26, single girl. I&amp;rsquo;ve had a thing about selfbondage since puberty. As this story takes place I was living alone in a house with a basement. I’d built a selfbondage x-frame in the basement with an electromagnet for timed release, a stand for a vibrator, computer controls for both._&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jen’s Predicament</title><link>/stories/2017/07/17/jens-predicament/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/17/jens-predicament/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started with that damned Hitachi. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with my Magic Wand, loving the sensations but stopping immediately after cumming because I quickly felt over-stimulated. I knew about multiple orgasms but had never experienced it. For a long time I’d wondered what it would feel like to have the vibrator forced on me, to find out what lay beyond that point where I got spooked by the intensity and stopped. I wanted to push beyond, but always chickened out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janie</title><link>/stories/2015/07/21/janie/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/21/janie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m Jake. I&amp;rsquo;m 32, single, living in Lincoln, Nebraska. For as long as I can recall I&amp;rsquo;ve been interested in bound sexual play, tied up sex. In my relationships I&amp;rsquo;ve always been quick to ask about interest in bondage. Any relationship where my girlfriend didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be tied didn&amp;rsquo;t last long - on to the next girl. My bondage has always been agreed to, a consensual exchange of control. My ideal sweet spot is willing beforehand, nonconsensual/reluctant/forced during, happy &amp;amp; glowing after. I&amp;rsquo;ve had an interest in girls doing selfbondage, but until recently I&amp;rsquo;d only read stories about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Perfect Trap</title><link>/stories/2010/06/25/the-perfect-trap/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/06/25/the-perfect-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Parts of this story are true, but as written, this is a work of fiction. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi, I&amp;rsquo;m Carol. I&amp;rsquo;ve had a thing for helpless sex for as long as I can remember. I&amp;rsquo;ve never asked to be tied up and my previous boyfriends never made the first move in that area. As a result, my only experience is with selfbondage. The situation I describe here happened a year ago. I&amp;rsquo;ve written about the experience in my journals, but this is the first time I&amp;rsquo;ve shared my story.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>