<?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>Dice on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dice/</link><description>Recent content in Dice 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/dice/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Paradice Lost 9: Supplicants</title><link>/stories/2017/05/15/paradice-lost-9-supplicants/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/15/paradice-lost-9-supplicants/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paradicelost8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paradice Lost 8: Bait and Switch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Author’s Note: The following is the conclusion of a sequel to “&lt;a href="../storiesad/dicegame.html"&gt;The Dice Game&lt;/a&gt;”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue: Supplicants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gabrielle’s palms gripped the armrests of her hard coach seat, trying her best not to move. Her arms, already sore, were exhausted from digging her elbows into the plastic. Anything to take pressure off her backside during the eight hour flight. Gabrielle’s mascara had run from all the times tears had filled her eyes since disembarking, but at last she was nearly home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paradice Lost</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paradice-lost/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paradice-lost/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is a sequel to &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storiesad/dicegame.html"&gt;The Dice Game&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One: Revealed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart—a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Dice Game</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-dice-game/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-dice-game/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>