<?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>Birthing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/birthing/</link><description>Recent content in Birthing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/birthing/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.08 – Expert Seduces</title><link>/stories/2008/10/12/planted-5.08-expert-seduces/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/12/planted-5.08-expert-seduces/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-07.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.08 – Expert Seduces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Queen’s commands to seduce my “husband” practically fell on deaf ears. Not because I was planning on refusing her, but because I was daydreaming of how I was going to do it the entire time she spoke. I was happy to be home resting on the couch at last after a grueling day of dragging around what felt like 50 lbs of eggs in my womb and ass, standing naked in the lake waiting for the “glue” to loosen up so I could “birth” the eggs, and getting home to cleaning myself up and trying to get the last bits of the now liquefied glue out of my body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>