<?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>Carriage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/carriage/</link><description>Recent content in Carriage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/carriage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom2.html"&gt;chapter two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Train of Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We walked in silence for about a mile until we reached a large clearing. By now, the sun had nearly set. One of the gamesmen raised his walkie-talkie and spoke into it, “Gordon to base- be advised, team is approaching checkpoint 9. Prepare for entry” Then, the man placed the walkie back into his hip holster.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just then, I heard a loud, high-pitched beeping noise up ahead. It almost sounded like the sound a golf-cart makes when put in reverse. Then, I saw it. A large metal cylinder roughly 12 feet in diameter began rising out of the ground in the middle of the clearing. I stopped in my tracks, unsure of what I was looking at. It continued to ascend until it was about 12 feet into the air. Then the beeping stopped. The gamesmen and rest of the group appeared completely unfazed and continued walking towards the structure. Just another stroll in the woods.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>All Aboard 2: The Banister</title><link>/stories/2017/12/02/all-aboard-2-the-banister/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/02/all-aboard-2-the-banister/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="allaboard.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Banister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only a week after Alicia&amp;rsquo;s train ride, she was at it again. This time she was planning to use a gravity ride called &amp;ldquo;The Tortoise&amp;rdquo; to satisfy her desires. She was all set to begin her three minute trial run. Once that had been completed she planned on making a few additional changes, changes which would allow her to ride the ride for its full length.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Samantha</title><link>/stories/2017/10/08/samantha/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/08/samantha/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Solitary confinement, bodily restraints, sensory deprivation, tailored uniforms and the selective use of vaginal massagers are the peculiar and secretive methods employed by psychoanalyst Doctor Peter Rhodes, a former student of Sigmund Freud and the founder and sole practitioner at the Institute of Female Behaviour, a man zealously committed to liberating the sexually repressed young ladies of London society within the strict, private and protective environment of his Institute.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>All Aboard!</title><link>/stories/2016/06/14/all-aboard/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/14/all-aboard/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Young Woman&amp;rsquo;s Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was the third summer in a row that Alicia was spending with her aunt and uncle. She enjoyed her stays with them at their home and wide-ranging property. For the past few years her parents had travelled, using the summers as an opportunity to see distant lands and sights now that their daughter was older.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Older, though, is a relative term, as Alicia had only recently turned 19. The pretty young woman, with her dark hair and matching dark eyes, was filled with the vivacity of youth. Her aunt and uncle&amp;rsquo;s grounds were an ideal place for her to expend her considerable energies&amp;hellip; and, she was discovering, for exploring her desires as well.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>