<?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>Holiday on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/holiday/</link><description>Recent content in Holiday on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/holiday/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My New Husband</title><link>/stories/2018/04/27/my-new-husband/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/27/my-new-husband/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Wanted: Tall muscular well-hung man to become the live-in husband for a glamorous crossdresser and a lover for his sexy wife. Please send your details, desires and erect photo”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What could we lose. We didn’t need to go through with it but my wife needed stiff cock now that the hormones were going to emasculate me. For my part, as I was becoming more feminine as every day passed, I needed a man to love and cherish me and to satisfy my changing sexual needs. But, my wife and I were still desperately in love and enjoyed being more than just lesbian girlfriends so we needed a “&lt;a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;esrc=s&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0ahUKEwiuu-ur65HYAhVFKiYKHYJhC9sQFgg1MAE&amp;amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FM%25C3%25A9nage_%25C3%25A0_trois&amp;amp;usg=AOvVaw283Mec4pm4pQUQhjlLXbPj"&gt;Ménage à trois&lt;/a&gt; ” to satisfy us both.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dangerous Waters</title><link>/stories/2014/06/29/dangerous-waters/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/29/dangerous-waters/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;How could such a simple act as buying a woman’s magazine result in such a disaster? Peggy Harker and Ann Francis were friends; Peggy being a few months the younger. They had been friends since school days. Both were attractive blondes; nubile was an apt description, and more intelligent than most. Peggy had graduated in Biology, Ann in Business Studies. So they didn’t work together but met on most week ends and some weekday evenings. Ann was a little taller than Peggy; they were in the average height range. Ann had a boyfriend, Peggy had just split up from her’s, having found out that he had been seeing another girl on the side. Peggy had a younger brother, a late arrival, ten years younger. Ann was the middle of three siblings, the other two being boys.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cheap Holiday's are Rubbish</title><link>/stories/2006/05/10/cheap-holidays-are-rubbish/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/10/cheap-holidays-are-rubbish/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Holidays from as little as £10&amp;rdquo; said the advert. Jill Smith looked at it. &amp;ldquo;It looks rubbish to me. It can&amp;rsquo;t be that good!&amp;rdquo;
she said to her husband Barry. She continued, &amp;ldquo;Any holiday for £10 can&amp;rsquo;t be all that it is cracked up to be!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Barry looked
at her and said &amp;ldquo;It is cheap, we can&amp;rsquo;t afford much this year. We only use it as a base and as it has a bar, for a drink at night!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>