<?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>Incinerator on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/incinerator/</link><description>Recent content in Incinerator on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/incinerator/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Needing More</title><link>/stories/2019/06/03/needing-more/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/03/needing-more/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As always – enjoy the story, and do not try this sort of trash play at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stella’s biggest fantasy was to be treated like trash. Now, most girls, when they say that, they probably mean they want to be humiliated or talked down to… but she meant it literally. Her favorite thing in the world, especially after a long, exhausting session in bed with her boyfriend Ethan, was to have him tie her up, gag her, and then wrap her in a trash bag and treat her like &lt;em&gt;literal&lt;/em&gt; trash. Like after he’d had his way with her, she was just some worthless &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; to be disposed of. She couldn’t explain why it turned her on so much, but she couldn’t deny that getting “trashed” was one of the most pleasurable sensations she could feel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Volleyball Team</title><link>/stories/2014/08/25/volleyball-team/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/25/volleyball-team/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tales of Green Valley: Volleyball Team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Green Valley High girls had a problem. They were a small school in a big district with talent enough to win the championship except for West End High. West End was a big school with lots of good players and every year they would simply swamp Green Valley. This would not be a problem if it was just a game. But the West End girls always made fun of the GA girls, calling them loser sluts on a team from the dump.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bagged &amp; Burned</title><link>/stories/2014/02/25/bagged-burned/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/25/bagged-burned/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have a pretty good life, being young and married to the man of my dreams. He was such a successful business person and he has provided for me well. When we did our finances, we figured it would be better for me to not work. Our agreement was he would take care of making the money if I would tend to the house cleaning, yard work, pay bills and cook the dinners. We’ve been married for a couple of years and enjoyed our lifestyle even though my husband would often travel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tales of Green Valley</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tales-of-green-valley/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tales-of-green-valley/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tales of Green Valley 1: Volleyball Team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Green Valley High girls had a problem. They were a small school in a big district with talent enough to win the championship except for West End High. West End was a big school with lots of good players and every year they would simply swamp Green Valley. This would not be a problem if it was just a game. But the West End girls always made fun of the GA girls, calling them loser sluts on a team from the dump.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>