Cat on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Cats Scratch Fever

Tue, 07 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Molly Brundidge was a five eleven part time model. One quarter Korean. And three quarter Irish. Part time store clerk. Her day to day routine was routine. A boring routine.

For the most part.

Living in a converted warehouse in a less than favorable neighborhood. She managed.

She did not make friends easily and went out once in awhile with a few coworkers or take the odd model job. Some say she was a bit catty.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Fri, 04 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after.

The Amulet

Sun, 03 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

At 24 years old Cleo was already an accomplished thief. From her humble beginnings shoplifting at the tender age of 10 years old to her time as a teenager pick-pocketing people through her current profession of a cat burglar, she’s had a knack for relieving other people of their belongings. Besides having an incredibly light touch the biggest key to her success was she never rushed a job. She meticulously planned every heist and only executed it when the timing was right, because of this attention to detail and patience she had never been discovered let alone caught.

Traffic 2: Susan and the Cat

Tue, 01 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Traffic 2: Susan and the Cat

Lisa was finally ready to try again.

It had taken quite a while, and many bags of soothing ice, for her bottom to return to normal. Now, though, all the redness and discomfort was completely gone.

Although she had lost her interest in spanking right after her mishap, as she slowly recovered, her desires came right back again. She liked to be spanked. She needed to be spanked. Only within reason, however… she wanted her cheeks to be nicely warmed, NOT thoroughly roasted.

Churning Butter

Mon, 12 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

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Here, Kitty

Wed, 01 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The woman stood looking down at the bed. The bed was mostly covered by a sheet of plywood. Mounted to the plywood were four eyebolts and three straps. Next to one of the eyebolts was the remote for her VCR. The key to the padlocks she would be using was held away by the ice cubes in the glass on the night table. There was plenty of ice, it would be quite a while before the key was released. Everything seemed ready. She put her ballgag in her mouth, strapped it in place, and put on a pair of latex gloves. She was about to satisfy a fantasy that had been nagging her for years. Her legs felt weak just thinking about it.

The Field Trip 2: Tina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Field Trip 1: Miss. Shepard)

Mr. Dobs’ Balloon Animals

Field Trip 2: Tina

“We’re stuck up here!?!” Tina yelled.

“That’s bullshit!” that was Rob. He always backed her up. She liked that about him.

They had plans for tonight damn it! Miss. Shepard kept talking but who cared? It wasn’t like her words could move the fucking landslide. Rob had reserved a nice Italian place that wasn’t to far from her apartment. She had already laid out the good sheets too and all her pillows. The rest of the class was following the old guy to some building or something.