<?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>Flatmate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/flatmate/</link><description>Recent content in Flatmate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/flatmate/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Beautiful Friendship</title><link>/stories/2020/03/08/a-beautiful-friendship/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/08/a-beautiful-friendship/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="abeautifulfriendship.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fiona Martinez was in a difficult position, in the basement of the small house she rented. If you asked her, she would be hard put to tell you if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. If you asked her, she would be hard put to tell you anything at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was because her mouth was filled with a large rubber ball, attached to a leather strap buckled tightly behind her head. Her eyes were covered with a leather blindfold, and both of those were in turn covered by a snug rubber hood, pushing the blindfold against her eyes and the ball deep into her mouth, leaving only a hole for her nose so she could breathe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Beautiful Friendship</title><link>/stories/2019/05/20/a-beautiful-friendship/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/20/a-beautiful-friendship/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was Saturday, around 10:00 a.m., and Emily Walker sat on the couch of the small house she rented watching television and drinking coffee. She was dressed in loose light-gray workout pants with thick pink socks. She wore a sky-blue t-shirt that came to just above her navel, exposing her flat stomach. The tight t-shirt hugged body like a second skin, emphasizing her breasts, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She had her long legs pulled up in front of her on the couch, and she peered over them at the television. She shook her head a bit to clear her bangs from her eyes, setting her blond, asymmetrical bob in motion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Girls Secret</title><link>/stories/2019/04/03/the-new-girls-secret/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/04/03/the-new-girls-secret/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The New Girls Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Amy Goodwin I am 32years old. I live in a 2 bedroom flat on top of the pub below, Granvilles. I work in an office typing up the minutes for the government. It pay&amp;rsquo;s well enough for me to live comfortably. I live a healthy lifestyle keeping myself fit. I have long brunette hair, green eyes, and have a slim but curvaceous figure with long leg&amp;rsquo;s large but firm butt and I have a 36DDbust. It was at work when I met the new girl Sarah. Sarah had just started and as we work at the same station we struck up a friendship.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>