Age-Regression on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Another day at the ‘Office’

Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

A woman who works at a telephone sex line is transformed into the character she plays.

It had been a fairly quiet morning if she was being honest, though even then, she’d roleplayed a few of the ‘characters’ they were employed to provide as a service, and to be honest Stephanie found it all quite a giggle. Especially considering that the ‘Adult Playthings’ hotline was supposed to be all sorts of sexy young girls answering calls as a strict Mistress, or a sexy young schoolgirl, or a similar type, when most of the operatives were well over 30, and a few, like herself wouldn’t even see 40 again!

Cedric

Sat, 07 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Why is it, Cedric wondered, settling back onto his throne-like chair, that everyone, from the lowest peasant to the highest noble, seemed to think their private problems were worthy of the king’s personal resolution? Not exactly an idle thought, since he did happen to be king, and he did get large numbers of audience requests. However, being a practical king, he’d quickly found a way to turn this to his advantage. He’d decided to delegate.

Jim and Christina

Wed, 28 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

For the past year, they had been the most unlikely of couples. Christina, child of wealth and privilege, with her mansion and her Jaguars, and Jim, with his apartment, his old Chevy, and his job as a customer care agent. In spite of their differences, or maybe because of them, the two had hit it off almost from the moment they met. And while Christina could never really understand it, she gladly accepted the fact that Jim had absolutely no interest in her money. She had offered him a new car, his own house; she had even suggested he quit his job and live with her. Jim had gently declined each time, leaving Christina to ponder something she had never before encountered, a man who wanted her only for herself.

Rewind

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“Are you sure about this?” John asked, a look of concern in the raccoon’s masked eyes. He held the charm in his hand, running the chain through his fingers but not touching the small trinket that hung from it.

“I’m perfectly sure,” I told him as I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. He kissed my cheek and slipping his arm around my back, pulling me closer to him until we were pressed together. “I have the week off, all my bills are paid and Sylvia will take care of my cat. I am sure about this. Of course it is your choice. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”