<?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>Exhibit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/exhibit/</link><description>Recent content in Exhibit 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/exhibit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mime In The Box</title><link>/stories/2014/04/25/the-mime-in-the-box/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/25/the-mime-in-the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Charlie was on his usual jog through the park and decided to try out a new trail. It was one that he hadn&amp;rsquo;t noticed before. It seemed to go deep into the woods, an area he explored before. Eventually, he came upon a clearing. To his surprise, there was a young woman in a mime costume. She had platinum blonde hair, pale white skin, and bright red lips. She was wearing a tight black unitard, black tennis shoes, white gloves, and a black beret. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Academy Museum</title><link>/stories/2003/03/06/the-academy-museum/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/03/06/the-academy-museum/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences has long been exploring and
experimenting with the outer fringes of human sexuality. Most of their
work is done with members, and while the results are published in certain
&amp;ldquo;inside&amp;rdquo; journals, the research facilities are not open to the curious
public. The exception is the Erotic Art Museum. Here are displayed all
sorts of erotic art from European and Asian classics to modern creations,
including some by Academy members.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dollers and Sense Part 2: Sally's Pony</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/dollers-and-sense-part-2-sallys-pony/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/dollers-and-sense-part-2-sallys-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="dollersandsense.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollers and Sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Sally&amp;rsquo;s Pony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sally.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sally? Why Sally, Master?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why not.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Master.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Liz popped a bit of cheese into her mouth and took a sip of wine. She was kneeling, naked, at Dan&amp;rsquo;s feet nibbling off an hors d&amp;rsquo;ouvre tray on the coffee table. She had gotten back to the suite about an hour ago after walking the corridors, naked, in just her doll skin and mask - cum splattered doll skin and mask. She was miserable. No. Now that Dan had named her it was Sally who was miserable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>