<?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>Denim on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/denim/</link><description>Recent content in Denim 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/denim/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Karin's Jeans</title><link>/stories/2015/08/23/karins-jeans/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/23/karins-jeans/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Note: Added missing part of this story 24.09.15 &lt;a href="#missing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nick was delighted that she had invited him for dinner. Karin was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, she had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Weekend</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Claire, a new girl I was dating was amazing, she was exactly the sort of girl I had been looking for, for years. Not stunning, but not ugly, not thin, but a good body, bumps in the right places and nice hips. Much more importantly, she was fun. We had met on a chat site about six months before. As this was the sort of anything goes chat sites we already knew a lot of personal details about each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Weekend</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Claire, a new girl I was dating was amazing, she was exactly the sort of girl I had been looking for, for years. Not stunning, but not ugly, not thin, but a good body, bumps in the right places and nice hips. Much more importantly, she was fun. We had met on a chat site about six months before. As this was the sort of anything goes chat sites we already knew a lot of personal details about each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Weekend</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Claire, a new girl I was dating was amazing, she was exactly the sort of girl I had been looking for, for years. Not stunning, but not ugly, not thin, but a good body, bumps in the right places and nice hips. Much more importantly, she was fun. We had met on a chat site about six months before. As this was the sort of anything goes chat sites we already knew a lot of personal details about each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><link>/stories/2015/08/15/be-careful-what-you-wish-for/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/15/be-careful-what-you-wish-for/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Go on, it’s what you have always wanted”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He looked at me and licked his lips nervously, then turned his face back towards the fate I had laid out for him. Straight from his darkest, deepest fantasies. Four stakes driven deep into the ground, and a length of rope tightly tied to each one. The stakes were driven into the ground in a wide square that could have only one purpose, and he knew exactly what it was.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In the Land of the Dolls 4: Out in the Garden</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls-4-out-in-the-garden/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls-4-out-in-the-garden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="inthelandofthedolls3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Land of the Dolls 3: They Came in the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Out in the Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My twin sister and I were curled up together in our stall, The thick straw on the ground insulated us from the cold flags. Our arms curled about each other and our heads so close together our long red hair was mixed together where we lay. Our limbs had grown muscular and tanned under their regime of exercise and sexual torment. A regime that they controlled ruthlessly. The Dolls.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>