<?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>Hammock on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hammock/</link><description>Recent content in Hammock on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/hammock/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Snowsuit</title><link>/stories/2013/03/07/the-snowsuit/</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/07/the-snowsuit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Maryanne was a strong, tough young Lady. While she was married and happy enough, she had never failed to let her husband know, well, not exactly who was boss, but how far was too far. At times, she needed her space and let said hubby know about it in no uncertain terms, not caring overmuch if he agreed or not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now was such a time, when she went up to their cabin in the Colorado Rockies, and would be joined by Mike only in 2 days. During that time, she could take the long walks deep in nature that she claimed were so good to «clean up her headspace».&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lydia and Me 11</title><link>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-11/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-11/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="lydia_and_me10.html"&gt;part ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia &amp;amp; Me 11 - Hanging Around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m hungry and I have to go to
the bathroom, honey.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While those may not be the words
that you expect or even necessarily want to hear after bringing your wife
to a sexual climax, this particular wife had now been mummified and strapped
to our bed for almost four hours. I laughed as I wiped the gag off
on a towel we had handy close to the bed and started to loosen the nylon
strap that pinned her shoulders to the bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lydia and Me 12</title><link>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-12/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="lydia_and_me11.html"&gt;part 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12 - Reality &amp;amp; Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hung suspended over a vat of acid,
the evil arch-villainess threatening to drop me into it at any moment unless
I revealed the secret codes that would unlock the computer systems controlling
our nuclear missiles…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…only to pull vainly against the
webs spun about me by the strange spider woman as she secured me, preventing
me from delivering the message that would save the army and all the world…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>