<?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>Mess on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mess/</link><description>Recent content in Mess on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mess/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Aoi Gets Cleaned Up</title><link>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aoi, I told you to put away your games and clean up!&amp;rdquo; Haruko yelled from across the house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aoi winced at the sound of her mother’s voice. It was a lazy summer afternoon, and she had spent it the same way she&amp;rsquo;d spent every other day of college summer vacation: Sitting at home, playing video games.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhh, sorry! I&amp;rsquo;ll do it later!&amp;rdquo; she yelled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mother&amp;rsquo;s nagging grew worse every day. Not that one could blame her; Aoi was a mess. The living room was littered with empty plates and discarded candy wrappers. Schoolbooks and untouched printouts were sitting in piles around the couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Aoi Gets Cleaned Up</title><link>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aoi, I told you to put away your games and clean up!&amp;rdquo; Haruko yelled from across the house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aoi winced at the sound of her mother’s voice. It was a lazy summer afternoon, and she had spent it the same way she&amp;rsquo;d spent every other day of college summer vacation: Sitting at home, playing video games.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhh, sorry! I&amp;rsquo;ll do it later!&amp;rdquo; she yelled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mother&amp;rsquo;s nagging grew worse every day. Not that one could blame her; Aoi was a mess. The living room was littered with empty plates and discarded candy wrappers. Schoolbooks and untouched printouts were sitting in piles around the couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Smell Box</title><link>/stories/2015/12/01/the-smell-box/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/01/the-smell-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;James and Abi had met online in a forum setup for people who wanted to be humiliated and degraded. After weeks of talking they found out they lived in the same town and liked each other. They agreed to meet up at a coffee ship in the centre of Oxford and talked face to face about what they wanted. Abi wanted to be humiliated in rubber bondage and James wanted to bound and gagged a beautiful women. James told Abi to give him measurements of her whole body. He would then call her and they would meet up again at James’s house. They left the coffee shop and the two had a quick kiss and parted ways.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>