<?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>Breath-Play on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/breath-play/</link><description>Recent content in Breath-Play on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/breath-play/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Off</title><link>/stories/2007/01/30/one-off/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/01/30/one-off/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been married to my wife Margaret for about eighteen years now
and my wife and I have, on occasion, indulged in a little light bondage. 
I love it but alas, my wife does not get as much from it as I do. 
I of ten engage in self bondage involving wrapping myself in cling film
but my wife does not approve which made this incident all the better.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>For Me</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/for-me/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/for-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For
Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VISUALS:&lt;/strong&gt;
Light glints and shines off tight, shiny latex.
The black second skin is stretched taut across thighs and buttocks, breasts
and belly, forearms and biceps. Its smooth embrace encases each finger,
the neck, cheeks, ears and skull. The marvellous, tight, continuous smoothness
is punctuated by small wrinkles at wrist and elbow, neck and knee. My love
has been rendered anonymous, mute and alien. The pliant material covers
and yields, accommodating itself to her movements. The continuous organic
blackness of the costume is broken only by the thin golden shine of a bracelet
on the right wrist, the large aquamarine ring around the left ring finger
and the incongruous lines and angles of equally black boots that rise from
thin, high heels to just below the knee. A splash of red marks lips outlined
by the mouth hole of her hood, sparkling dark eyes shine from their openings.
Her shiny dark hair glimmers with a faint magenta hue where it spills from
the opening in the back of the hood. Light from 63 candles spread around
the room (I have had plenty of time to count them) illuminates my love
and throws multiple shimmering shadows on the walls, floor and ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Unreal Torture</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/unreal-torture/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/unreal-torture/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Steve and Monica met each other in a local bar. They talked for a couple
of hours, getting to really know each other. After a while they felt their
own urges building up inside them. Wanting a release, Steve made the first
move, &amp;ldquo;Would you like to go back to my place for a while, maybe kick back
and watch a movie?&amp;rdquo; Steve, feeling he had finally conquered a rejection
problem he had for a while, got a very unexpected answer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>