<?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>Chemise on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/chemise/</link><description>Recent content in Chemise on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/chemise/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Story</title><link>/stories/2014/05/16/my-story/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/16/my-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is a result of Jon, who commented on one of my fiction stories and asked me how I became a latex / PVC fetish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My story, with respect to my love of latex and PVC, begins about 20 something years ago.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whilst at uni a group of us girls, especially Edith my best friend, would get together at weekends for parties and good times with the boys. One particular party at one of the girl’s parent’s place we decided to make it a sort of ‘theme party’ the theme being the ‘swinging sixties’. Edith and I found a couple of outfits in a party hire shop consisting of dresses, boots, hand bags and hats. My dress was an orange and yellow zig zag affair, short sleeves with a calf length hem line, the boots were white leather (a little worse for wear I seem to remember) as was the hand bag. A pill box hat in orange finished off the ensemble, I certainly looked like I had just walked out of the 60’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>