<?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>MMF-Fff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mmf-fff/</link><description>Recent content in MMF-Fff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mmf-fff/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Damsel in Distress 3</title><link>/stories/2003/12/16/damsel-in-distress-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/12/16/damsel-in-distress-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="damsel_in_distress2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damsel in Distress 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In spite of numerous golden opportunities, and dozens of outrageous
propositions from both male a female guests, Annette had yet to participate in
an actual scene while B/D partying at the house. The temptation to let go to
what she knew would be as safe a situation as any she could imagine haunted the
39 year old ex model day and night, engendering a dilemma so far removed from
the realms of her outgrown experience it literally cried out for an uncommon
hero to rescue her from her overly cautious and underdeveloped proclivities. As
sure as Annette was about the fail-safe aspect of what her newfound friends
proposed, there still remained a modicum of uneasiness with which to wrestle
before plunging headlong into her first scene at the house. Being the
psychically oriented damsel she was, Annette opted to wait on a green light from
her intuition before making a move she&amp;rsquo;d already decided would be the deep end
of the kinkiest pool into which she&amp;rsquo;d ever considered diving.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Damsel in Distress 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/damsel-in-distress-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/damsel-in-distress-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="damsel_in_distress.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damsel in Distress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Barbara could not accurately determine how long it had been since John&amp;rsquo;s
latest revelation impacted her somewhat overwhelmed sensibilities. Both
she and time were obviously on vacation, suspended, as it were, in a moment
beyond time, beyond reason, in a reality she&amp;rsquo;d never contemplated or experienced
before. &amp;lsquo;I feel like a butterfly caught in a spider&amp;rsquo;s web,&amp;rsquo; she analogized
after her third and fourth writhing frenzy drove her out to the brink of
yet another impossible climax. &amp;lsquo;How long did he say?&amp;rsquo; The ticking of a
clock focused her audio awareness on a far corner. &amp;lsquo;If I could just get
some friction somewhere.&amp;rsquo; Stretching her legs brought both nipples to within
a quarter inch of the silk sheets below. It was to this end that Barbara
Gwenn manipulated herself until her trainer went off duty.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>