<?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>Caution on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/caution/</link><description>Recent content in Caution 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/caution/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Scrapped Desires</title><link>/stories/2025/04/21/scrapped-desires/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/21/scrapped-desires/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned scrapyard. Two couples, Alec and Emma, along with Jake and Lily, met here under the cloak of secrecy. They were bound by more than just friendship; they shared a dark, tantalizing secret - their mutual love for BDSM and its dangerous edge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alec and Emma chose an old, rusted Chevy. Jake and Lily picked a beaten Ford. The air was thick with anticipation as they prepared their cars for what would happen next.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Love of Rubber</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/love-of-rubber/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/love-of-rubber/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chicago-style"&gt;Chicago Style&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just arrived in Chicago from my European rubber adventure. I touched down, cleared immigration, picked up my bag and shuttled through customs. My car was in the extended lot so I took the tram over to retrieve it. All I could think of are all those glorious packages waiting for me in my office. I went directly to my workplace. I was greeted by everyone all interested in the results of my meetings. I said I would call a meeting with department heads tomorrow to review things but first I need to unpack my notes and settle in. I headed for my office. There they were greeting me like old friends, the boxes from my trip. I inspected them to see if anyone tampered with them. All was well. Now on to real world business.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Very Messy Christmas Party</title><link>/stories/2023/12/10/a-very-messy-christmas-party/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/10/a-very-messy-christmas-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anne Fields was an office administrator, working in the city for a medium size finance company, which for most of the year meant keeping the office clean and open, with enough stocks of everything from mugs to paper to loo roll.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In practice it also meant that most of the account managers, almost all male, treated her like their own personal dogsbody, from ordering pizza to cleaning up spills and occasionally emptying their rubbish bins if they’d filled them up before the end of the day. On the upside the pay was quite good, even including a clothes allowance as she was occasionally required to greet clients and other office visitors.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How Sara, Eva and Joely got Internet Famous</title><link>/stories/2023/11/07/how-sara-eva-and-joely-got-internet-famous/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/07/how-sara-eva-and-joely-got-internet-famous/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Joely slowly recovered from her forced slumber. Last thing she remembered was that she had just sat in the driver&amp;rsquo;s seat of her Audi, after another hard but rewarding day of work. She was rocking her stylish, but professional black business jacket-suit and knee-length skirt that complemented by her rectangular glasses, gave her a smart look. The matching heels and her flowing, brown, wavy hair however, let out a feminine aura that the fun-sized girl never did without.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Cooking Class</title><link>/stories/2023/05/14/the-cooking-class/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/14/the-cooking-class/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Karen, Deena and Sandy had been friends since college. All three had degrees in Home Economics and enjoyed cooking. They would host dinner parties at each other’s houses inviting other couples to join in. These adventurous women would occasionally take special food classes, sometimes for fun, sometimes to learn unique foods.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, good afternoon, ladies. The Exotic Meat Company welcomes you to our special personalized cooking class featuring unique meat products from around the world. Today we have a very special treat as we will feature meals that are prepared by the MegaBooba native tribe from the Snatchapora Island off of Africa.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What Happens to the Trash in the Dumpster</title><link>/stories/2021/12/05/what-happens-to-the-trash-in-the-dumpster/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/05/what-happens-to-the-trash-in-the-dumpster/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had just finished my freshman year away at college, and I was back at home for the summer. It was getting late in the afternoon. Sitting on the couch, I was bored and trying to find something to do. The TV was on &amp;ndash; it was currently on the ESPN channel – which was broadcasting a rerun of SportsCenter that had been playing earlier that morning. I thought about playing some of my old PlayStation games again, but I decided not to as I had already beaten most of them and none of them really seemed to intrigue me to start a new game on. I started flipping through the channels to see what else was on, but there wasn’t anything good on, so I turned off the TV. I got up from the couch and walked over to the window. It was a cloudy day outside, but there were some peeks of sun. The temperature outside was nice and felt good as it was around 70 degrees – not too warm and there was very little humidity. The forecast called for rain later in the day though, which made my mood darken a bit since there had been so much rain recently and I had been unable to play basketball with my friends outside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alice's Halloween Adventure</title><link>/stories/2020/10/28/alices-halloween-adventure/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/28/alices-halloween-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Heading into the darkness as midnight approached, Alice Tunrida slipped a photograph, a piece of paper and a handwritten map of a cemetery into her white rabbit purse. It was Halloween, the night every year that Rolf Pfluger’s death metal band played in her hometown of Detroit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The taxi driver resembled a cartoon character, his head swiveling wildly, as he spotted Alice waiting on the sidewalk outside her apartment. Alice rarely wore a costume on All Hallow’s Eve and never had worn a sexy one until now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Angel Play</title><link>/stories/2020/10/28/angel-play/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/28/angel-play/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="prologue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had never done any harm to anybody. So, why? Why him? Why did his warm blood run through my fingers right now? Why were there too many deep wounds for me to plug at once with my palms? I couldn&amp;rsquo;t save him. His life was running down the street, helped by this cold night rain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His last word before passing out was my name. He didn&amp;rsquo;t care about his cuts; he didn&amp;rsquo;t care about being in pain; he didn&amp;rsquo;t care about getting numb and leaving this world. He had accepted all of this as soon as this man defeated him and fell on the hard concrete walkway; he knew it was over.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lightening can strike twice or more! 3</title><link>/stories/2017/10/08/lightening-can-strike-twice-or-more-3/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/08/lightening-can-strike-twice-or-more-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lighteningcanstriketwiceormore2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lightening can strike twice or more! 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3 - Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the weeks wore on, it became clear however that their sex life had been affected again, and they agreed to book another session with their therapist. Ann Reilly worked from her home just outside Oxford on the other side of the city from their house. She agreed to a 2 hour session the following Saturday, curious to hear how they had got on with their “homework” over the last month or two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lightening can strike twice or more! 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/lightening-can-strike-twice-or-more-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/lightening-can-strike-twice-or-more-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lighteningcanstriketwiceormore.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lightening can strike twice or more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2 - A New Start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The intruders were never caught and Tony and Jenny decided to sell up and moved to the outskirts of Oxford to be nearer to people.  Both could not bear living in an isolated spot anymore.  Tony’s friends thought the photo was weird, and his explanation of it being a drunken party prank was not really believed, and he was teased for a few weeks, but they lost interest after a while.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>