<?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>FF-F+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ff-f/</link><description>Recent content in FF-F+ 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/ff-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Two Schoolgirls</title><link>/stories/2015/01/01/two-schoolgirls/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/01/two-schoolgirls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was four o&amp;rsquo;clock on a cold wintry afternoon and the girls of St Catherines Ladies College were streaming in dozens along the street, having just been let out of that prestigious, if costly, school.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They were being watched closely through the front window of her lounge room by Emily Jennings whose home was a few hundred yards down the street from this well known place of learning. Emily was in her mid forties, mid height with a figure that was just starting to thicken. She had a smooth, somewhat stern face and short brown hair that was just starting to show signs of grey and was wearing a neat skirt and blouse as suited her age.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Adventures of Vacuman &amp; Sucgirl</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/the-adventures-of-vacuman-sucgirl/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/the-adventures-of-vacuman-sucgirl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the shipping room of Kink Engineering on the fifth floor of Dick Enterprise Towers, a voluptuous masked woman ran her black vinyl glove covered hands over soft heaving mounds covered by skin hugging shiny red latex. An evil grin crossed her ruby red lips at the sounds of soft muffled coos and moans making their way through the rubber air tube.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her icy blue eyes greedily drank in the rest of the female’s sensually struggling form. The vacbed’s shiny red latex stuck to her form like glue holding her arms and legs immobile making her its captive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Factory Tour with Options</title><link>/stories/2006/05/17/factory-tour-with-options/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/17/factory-tour-with-options/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s
note :  This story is a bit darker than my usual stories and involves
scenes of sexuality, profanity and mild violence.  If this offends you,
please move on to another story, otherwise enjoy
!    (Based on
an idea suggested to author by Mad Bird CZ&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip; )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a summer day with the midday sky hazy from the high humidity that
seemed to be everywhere. Kids were in the quiet streets playing stick ball
or running under the water streaming from an open fire hydrant. The
children scattered to one side as two large mini van taxis drove by, heading
towards the factory that the people inside had signed up for a tour
of.
&amp;ldquo;Gee, you&amp;rsquo;d
think a company that manufactures love dolls would be sensitive about how they
produce and test the products before sending them out to the various stores
around the country,&amp;rdquo; the blonde haired Miranda said as she turned and
looked back at the other women in the van.
Gina and Svetlana nodded silently in agreement while
Cynthia&amp;rsquo;s face slightly reddened. &amp;ldquo;Well, the online questionnaire I filled out
at Dream Dollies web site was fairly thorough. It even asked if I had.. ummm&amp;hellip; personal thoughts about love dolls in general&amp;hellip;.&amp;rdquo; Cynthia
said, trailing off at the end in obvious embarrassment.
&amp;ldquo;You too..? Gee, I thought I was
the only one who was asked for my thoughts about the dolls and stuff related to
it. When I wrote that I often.. um&amp;hellip; well.. fantasized about being
treated like one, they immediately emailed me back and invited me on this tour,&amp;rdquo;
Iris said, somewhat embarrassed by her admission though that dissipated
somewhat when she glanced around and saw the nodding of heads much like Cynthia
had seen earlier.
&amp;ldquo;Well,
I don&amp;rsquo;t know if Dream Dollies can help fulfill our fantasies or not but I&amp;rsquo;m
curious about the whole process they use to make their amazingly lifelike sex
dolls. I swear, every boyfriend I&amp;rsquo;ve had in the last six months has
brought it up in one way or another&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Gina said as the women started
chatting among themselves about men they&amp;rsquo;d dated and other things.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend...</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-17-diamonds-are-a-girls-best-friend.../</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-17-diamonds-are-a-girls-best-friend.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_outofafrica16.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 16: Out of the Pot &amp;amp; Into the Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with thanks to SkyHawk7x&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Twenty-six days beyond the season of rains, afternoon&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Pili, and I own white women.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, perhaps technically it is Noblewoman Jumbe who owns them. Or perhaps it is the below-god, the voice behind the wall that animates the magical machines, who owns them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 18: Mosi's Downfall</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-18-mosis-downfall/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-18-mosis-downfall/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_outofafrica17.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 18: Mosi&amp;rsquo;s Downfall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with thanks to SkyHawk7x&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thirty days beyond the season of rains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Pili. I sit on my narrow lonely bed in my narrow, lonely room, Sister&amp;rsquo;s diary on my lap. I read her words. I read her thoughts. I read of the temple of Astarte, of Mother Superior. I read of her intentions of forming a convent in Africa where women would be bound to their beds, rattling in their lusts and they are endlessly serviced through the long sultry nights.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-19-pili-to-the-rescue/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-19-pili-to-the-rescue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_outofafrica18.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 18: Mosi&amp;rsquo;s Downfall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with thanks to SkyHawk7x&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thirty-three days beyond the season of rains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Pili. I am in love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have grown to love Sister. I have read her diary about the adoration she grants the captives of her goddess. I have read of the long nights of nuzzling happiness she shares with them. I find myself craving her touch, her knots, her imprisonment. Slavery to Mosi is as rough and demanding as diamond processing. Slavery to Sister would be soft, caring, comforting bondage. I would give anything to join her convent. But I do not know how that can ever be.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>