<?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>Tightlatextights on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tightlatextights/</link><description>Recent content in Tightlatextights on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tightlatextights/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Saturday Afternoon</title><link>/stories/2016/02/06/one-saturday-afternoon/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/02/06/one-saturday-afternoon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One Saturday afternoon I was lazing around the house dressed the way both my wife and I liked me to be dressed. I was wearing a pair of white satin stockings and 10 strap suspender belt complete with white six inch heels. I had on a full, long white chiffon skirt and a tight white latex top with fitted gloves and a hood. The hood had only eye and nostril holes so I could not talk. Under the skirt I wore a tiny white satin g-string. The outfit of choice was my wife’s. She was in control and decided what I wore most of the time. I did not complain. By now I was comfortable dressing like that and could control my erection most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Favourite Outfit</title><link>/stories/2015/04/17/my-favourite-outfit/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/17/my-favourite-outfit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My wife is a perfectionist, and if she does something she does it properly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have a hobby that has turned into a lifestyle and we love it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What follows is an account of a rather exciting Saturday in our lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We woke up at around 7am and as soon as my eyes were open, my wife Nat told me that we were going to have a lot of fun that day. She instructed me to go and shower and shave my entire body. Shaving was not too much of a chore, as I keep my body shaved anyway. I emerged from the bathroom and she was waiting for me, lying on the bed. She was stark naked, which was rather unusual for her as she loves lingerie and sexy underwear. Before I could say or do anything, she pushed me onto the bed and immediately took my penis into her mouth. It quickly hardened and she licked and sucked it for all it was worth. In less than a minute I ejaculated into her mouth. She quickly composed herself and went for a shower.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ballerina Boy</title><link>/stories/2014/09/15/ballerina-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/15/ballerina-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It has been some time since we had engaged in some fetish activity and I was keenly awaiting another opportunity to dress up and hopefully be publicly humiliated again. Then it arrived – an invitation to a party where the theme was “What I wanted to be when I grow up.” The person hosting the party was a friend of my wife, and she was well known for hosting rather extreme parties. Extreme in the sense that anything goes, from skinny dipping in the pool to topless waitresses to rather revealing outfits for the ladies mainly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ballerina Boy</title><link>/stories/2014/09/15/ballerina-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/15/ballerina-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It has been some time since we had engaged in some fetish activity and I was keenly awaiting another opportunity to dress up and hopefully be publicly humiliated again. Then it arrived – an invitation to a party where the theme was “What I wanted to be when I grow up.” The person hosting the party was a friend of my wife, and she was well known for hosting rather extreme parties. Extreme in the sense that anything goes, from skinny dipping in the pool to topless waitresses to rather revealing outfits for the ladies mainly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dressing for a Latex Party</title><link>/stories/2013/10/19/dressing-for-a-latex-party/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/19/dressing-for-a-latex-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We had been planning the outfit for months, and finally the day was upon us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The outfit was for me, not my wife&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been a latex fetishist for years and I have slowly been able to bring my wife round to my way of thinking, although she is not as out there as me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We live in South Africa, where latex is scarce and expensive and really hard core fetish parties are few and far between. However I was determined to design an outfit for myself that would stun the small South African fetish world if I ever got the chance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>