<?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>Paper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/paper/</link><description>Recent content in Paper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/paper/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Wrap for Christmas</title><link>/stories/2013/12/20/a-wrap-for-christmas/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/20/a-wrap-for-christmas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;AUTHOR&amp;rsquo;S NOTE: This story continues the exploits of Geoffrey Holmes and his Chinese torturer, Su-Lin who can be found in the stories: &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="https://grometsplaza.net/eroticstories/storiesak/dripdrip.html"&gt;Drip,Drip&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;; &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="https://grometsplaza.net/eroticstories/storiessz/stopyertickling.html"&gt;Stop Yer Tickling!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; and &amp;ldquo;Cutting It Fine&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Geoffrey Holmes was naked and positioned against a metal stand. A pole which rested on the top of his head had two clamps either side holding his head in place. He was in a room the size of a small conference room. Like the other rooms he&amp;rsquo;d been tortured in it had a tiled floor and ceiling with strip lighting. Nearby was a table on which was a CD player and several rolls of duct tape. Next to the table was a crate containing several large rolls of Christmas wrapping paper.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alone on the Balcony</title><link>/stories/2009/12/08/alone-on-the-balcony/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/08/alone-on-the-balcony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;04:03 am, there is a garbage bag beside me, inside of it, there is a layer of scrunched up paper. This time, I managed to get a whole pile of no print news paper from a local printing company they produce at the beginning of a new run saying it was for a kids project. That will prevent me from getting all black and dirty as I saw me when I got home after my first experience in a dumpster.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nestled Safely under the Tree</title><link>/stories/2009/12/08/nestled-safely-under-the-tree/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/08/nestled-safely-under-the-tree/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The smell of roasted chestnuts filled the air from my scented plug in, as I basked in the ambience. The crackling logs spitting on the open fire, the twinkling of fairy lights glistening on the tree and window lightly dusted with frost. My husband was snuggled up on the sofa watching the typical Christmas Eve films.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I looked at our twinkling fir tree with all the neat little packages with bows &amp;amp; ribbons, nestled safely under the tree, and thought to myself, ‘I wonder which of them presents under there are from him’. Well looking back at last Christmas when I received an ironing board cover, I realised I wanted something a little more exciting for Christmas this year.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>