<?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>Mackintosh on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mackintosh/</link><description>Recent content in Mackintosh on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mackintosh/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The New Spring Line</title><link>/stories/2018/11/26/the-new-spring-line/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/26/the-new-spring-line/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The characters and situations in this story are a work of fiction. Permission to use the characters in this story has been given by their original creator, Andy Latex as noted in his blog Smooth Slick N Shiny. This story is meant as an ‘alternate reality’ of his fictional universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="newspringline6.html"&gt;part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;William was taken to a room where he was directed to clean up for his appearance before the WORLD Board of Directors. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. Bulldyke carefully examined him to made sure that he was completely clean and presentable. She handed him two pills. William knew what they were, but his cock was still hard from the last dose.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2009/03/24/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/24/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Tight &amp;amp; Tidy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Locking the door to the cottage James turned towards his love identically dressed as him in shiny black one piece PVC suit, crash helmeted and rubber booted with visor up showing just her eyes sparkling. Soon Selena was clinging to her lover two as one as they sped on there way to Selena’s flat in London. The journey was in growing darkness but the earlier rain had been replaced with dryness and the promise of a good day tomorrow. Selena snuggled into her lovers back with her arms tucked between her thighs and James’s hips. She was warm snug and in love, ‘yes’ she mused, this felt different from all the other times she had kidded herself that she was falling in love.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>