<?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>Dildoes on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dildoes/</link><description>Recent content in Dildoes on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dildoes/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom2.html"&gt;chapter two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Train of Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We walked in silence for about a mile until we reached a large clearing. By now, the sun had nearly set. One of the gamesmen raised his walkie-talkie and spoke into it, “Gordon to base- be advised, team is approaching checkpoint 9. Prepare for entry” Then, the man placed the walkie back into his hip holster.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just then, I heard a loud, high-pitched beeping noise up ahead. It almost sounded like the sound a golf-cart makes when put in reverse. Then, I saw it. A large metal cylinder roughly 12 feet in diameter began rising out of the ground in the middle of the clearing. I stopped in my tracks, unsure of what I was looking at. It continued to ascend until it was about 12 feet into the air. Then the beeping stopped. The gamesmen and rest of the group appeared completely unfazed and continued walking towards the structure. Just another stroll in the woods.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>House of Slime 2</title><link>/stories/2017/09/26/house-of-slime-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/26/house-of-slime-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="houseofslime.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What a start to the night, tongues licking clean of the cum from my latex clad body and then hands massaging me everywhere…&amp;hellip; How could it get any better, but I hoped it could and would. As the last hand and finger left my body, I wobbled over to the bar for a glass of champers, my head already buzzing with excitement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could feel the room’s eyes on me, both men and women, knowing how damned sexy I looked clad head to toe in my new shiny pink latex catsuit, gloves and hood. And I towered above most party guests, the 10 inch calf boots really helping.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>