<?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>Lick on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/lick/</link><description>Recent content in Lick 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/lick/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Secrets on His Computer</title><link>/stories/2013/01/17/secrets-on-his-computer/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/17/secrets-on-his-computer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Our story begins on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Sarah was doing a few things around her small apartment that she shared with her boyfriend, Jim. Nothing really important, just getting some odd jobs accomplished, while Jim meanwhile was down the street at the bar watching the game with his buddies. While Sarah was futzing around the apartment she decided that she was going to try to break her boyfriend’s computer password while he wasn’t home. It was a game that had been going on for as long as they were dating. Both of them had their own laptops and neither knew the others password, so whenever they had time and the other wasn’t around they tried to figure out the password that would unlock all of the secrets that they wanted to know.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alicia's Birthday Treat</title><link>/stories/2009/11/05/alicias-birthday-treat/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/05/alicias-birthday-treat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Alicia gives me a piece of candy. The next thing I realize, I am only 4&amp;quot; tall and looking straight up at a beautiful monument. She picks me up and
hides me in her lunchbox, telling me she&amp;rsquo;s taking me home to celebrate her birthday. She gets me home and tells me to strip.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tell her to go to hell,
bitch. Wrong move!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next thing I know I am picked up in front of her huge staring face. She blows her hot breath on me and then starts
pulling my clothes off with her teeth as I am kicking and pounding at her lips in complete terror, begging her not to eat me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danielle</title><link>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement.
This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my
History class.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Danielle was one of those women who really stood out, she had an exotic
beauty. For an Asian-American girl she was very tall, about six foot three.
Her body was athletic like there was no tomorrow, she was firm and lightly
muscled. She was on the track team and had been very successful. She had
short hair, which she dyed a burgundy shade. She also wore a pair of silvery
wire frame glasses, which I thought was sort of cute.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danielle</title><link>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement.
This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my
History class.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Danielle was one of those women who really stood out, she had an exotic
beauty. For an Asian-American girl she was very tall, about six foot three.
Her body was athletic like there was no tomorrow, she was firm and lightly
muscled. She was on the track team and had been very successful. She had
short hair, which she dyed a burgundy shade. She also wore a pair of silvery
wire frame glasses, which I thought was sort of cute.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Caped Crusaders, The Lost Reels 3: A Hair Of The Dog</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-caped-crusaders-the-lost-reels-3-a-hair-of-the-dog/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-caped-crusaders-the-lost-reels-3-a-hair-of-the-dog/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="capedcrusaders2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Caped Crusaders, The Lost Reels 2: On Display&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: A Hair Of The Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Seriously, that&amp;rsquo;s the best plan you can come up with, display me naked on a stickfor all of Gotham after everybody has had a bite, just as Candy Man intended?&amp;rdquo; Batgirl asked incredulously. &amp;ldquo;I would do anything, ANY THING your twisted bat mind could think up not to be displayed like a bound prize for all of Gotham to ogle&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>