<?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>Jar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/jar/</link><description>Recent content in Jar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/jar/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jar Girl</title><link>/stories/2010/08/05/jar-girl/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/05/jar-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The audience clapped as Diane and master walked on stage for their performance of a lifetime. Master in his usual black cloak with red lining and Diane in her bright red shiny costume with her fishnet stockings. The costume was low cut at the back and left little to the imagination as it hugged her contours tightly. The crotch pulling the stockings in between her legs so tightly, the seam almost ran up her crack which was already beginning to glisten with her juices. The show had not even begun but yet Diane was tingling all over with anticipation at what was to come. Master stood at one side while she strutted about the stage doing her stretching exercises. Then he placed the plastic jar centre stage ready for her. Diane positioned herself along side the jar and lowered herself down on one leg, the knee bent while her other leg stuck out in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Jar</title><link>/stories/2002/02/21/the-jar/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/02/21/the-jar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The story below is pure fiction I stumbled across a site called
&lt;a href="https://www.rotten.com"&gt;www.rotten.com&lt;/a&gt; then I went to links and found a site called Bonsai
Kitten do not go there if you are an animal lover it will upset you!
But reading the articles there it gave me an idea for the story below
I do hope you sleep well after reading it! And all the fella&amp;rsquo;s out there
do not try to cram your girl into a jam jar, And all you girls out there
if your fella turns up with a large Jar Run!!!!! Also my dear
friend John I want to thank him for daring me to use his name in this story.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Jar</title><link>/stories/2002/02/21/the-jar/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/02/21/the-jar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story below is pure fiction I stumbled across a site called
&lt;a href="https://www.rotten.com"&gt;www.rotten.com&lt;/a&gt; then I went to links and found a site called Bonsai
Kitten do not go there if you are an animal lover it will upset you!
But reading the articles there it gave me an idea for the story below
I do hope you sleep well after reading it! And all the fella&amp;rsquo;s out there
do not try to cram your girl into a jam jar, And all you girls out here
if your fella turns up with a large Jar Run!!!!!, Also my dear
friend John I want to thank him for daring me to use his name in this story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>