<?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>#Storycodes# on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/%23storycodes%23/</link><description>Recent content in #Storycodes# on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/%23storycodes%23/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Queen Rubberia's Tomb</title><link>/stories/2014/01/10/queen-rubberias-tomb/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/10/queen-rubberias-tomb/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;
For the third time that day, Jessica had come to a metaphorical dead end. The local government had denied her futher permissions to explore the pyramids under the excuse that she “Had no real aptitude or credibility as a scholar.” It was ludicrous! Jessica stormed out of the office at Karnak, furious with rage. She undid a few of the buttons on her khaki photojournalist’s top, leaving her cleavage almost entirely exposed. She felt the stares of a the men (and women) on the road, but paid them no heed. She was in no mood to explain herself, and besides- she was hot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Anything You Desire</title><link>/stories/2012/04/15/anything-you-desire/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/15/anything-you-desire/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I knew that I should have left the house sooner but didn&amp;rsquo;t count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a &amp;ldquo;short visit.&amp;rdquo; She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I&amp;rsquo;m stuck in traffic on the highway and I don&amp;rsquo;t want to miss your train. You’ve been away on business for months and I can’t be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ride</title><link>/stories/2011/08/12/the-ride/</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/08/12/the-ride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was another perfect day for a ride. Ashley and I had gotten up extra early to clean and polish our new Harley. This was to be the first time out for the new bike, and we were meeting our best friends that we usually rode with. They were a great couple. Young, super friendly, and both had that sexy air about them. Ashley found Bill to be a smolderingly sexual man, tall, rock solid, tough, tight, and gruff looking, but with a heart of gold. His wife Roni was a beautiful girl in her own right, the type that didn’t need makeup to be fantastic, but when she did, she was unbelievable. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, thin, and curvy in all the right places with straight mid back length blonde hair with a bright red streak in it. Her smile lit up a room, and frankly, she drove me to distraction, and seemed to love doing it. Every time we saw each other the sexual tension could be cut with a spoon. More than once I wanted to jump on her, drag her off into a dark corner and not come out for about a week&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Best Laid Plans</title><link>/stories/2010/11/15/best-laid-plans/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/11/15/best-laid-plans/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kate nervously looked at her watch again, waiting for the workday to at last end.  She was both disappointed and worried.  Her current boyfriend, Craig, was going out tonight with his roommate Dan and some of their buddies.  This meant that Kate didn’t have a date tonight, and with her friends all busy, who likes staying home on a Friday night with nothing to do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was also worried.  She liked Craig enough, but they were not quite as nuts about one another as they were a few months ago, at least he didn’t seem that way.  She was worried that he was going out trolling for girls, and soon dropping her like a hot potato when he found a new woman to amuse himself with.  Bad enough staying home with no date on a Friday night, it would be even worse not having a boyfriend too.  Better she find a new guy first and drop Craig if things weren’t going to work out between them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Boy Trapped in Amber</title><link>/stories/2007/04/04/a-boy-trapped-in-amber/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/04/04/a-boy-trapped-in-amber/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He liked them stupid, barefoot and pregnant, well not barefoot, actually he liked them better in sky high fuck me stiletto heels.  He also liked them better with long sexy black gloves, lots of makeup and garter belts and black hose.  Oh, and with big, nicely styled, teased hair and ribbon chokers, had to hide that those slight scars from where he’d shaved down the Adam’s apple.  But most important, the one non-negotiable, was to appear pregnant, the big, bulging baby filled belly, the bloated and milk filled tits of a beautiful, young mother-to be in her 7th or 8th month.  Opp’s, he smiled to himself, forgot stupid; he definitely liked his girls to fit the dumb bimbo model.  He’d given everyone of them a single type written sheet with their whole new vocabulary, 25 sentences, the only things that they were allowed to say, nothing else; ever.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latex Jo</title><link>/stories/2002/06/25/latex-jo/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/25/latex-jo/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jo loved the store.
She loved stepping into the sensual fantasy world the merchandise hinted
of. It was a world of erotic fantasy, sensual passion and desire,
a world that only true lovers that honestly exposed their inner desires
to each other understood. Not many people really took the step into
the world the wares in the store promised but for those who did, Jo understood
and welcomed. She always enjoyed helping a customer with critical
questions on the use of the more exotic merchandise. She enjoyed
it when she and Loni tested out some contraption that they didn&amp;rsquo;t fully
understand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>