Pills on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Alternative Medicine

Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

After closing the final sale of my multimillion dollar petroleum engineering company to some investors in London, I stopped by the closest bar I could find to plan my retirement. After several whiskeys over ice, I figured I better head to the hotel. I turned up my glass to finish it off, but my eyes focused on this beautiful blonde coming in the door. Dressed in a tight black latex pencil skirt with a white latex blouse. She looked like someone I once knew but I could not place her. When she made the order for a glass of Chardonnay, I knew it was her. I made my way to the bar, right up behind her. “Put it on my tab barkeep.”

Bikini Beach Body In A Bottle

Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“WHAT HAVE YOU’VE DONE?” I asked my sheepish husband of a little over three years with a tone he well knew meant he was in deep poop. I had discovered his transgressions accidentally not five minutes earlier and I was fit to be tied.

“Oh come on now” he replied while trying to soothe me withreasonable tones, (what little masculinity he had in his voice these days conspicuously absent), “they couldn’t sell it if it wasn’t safe.”

The Pills

Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Brad and Nancy were college students working on their graduate degree project at the local college. They were both mostly average in looks. She was a nerdy type woman with a beautiful face but somewhat flat-chested. He had done some minor sports (rowing, track) but wasn’t focused so much on keeping in shape now as he was getting his grant approved. Their joint project involved research into compounds that might stop breast cancer in mice.

Along Came a Giantess

Tue, 09 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Two years ago I used to be the man of the house. I would do whatever I wanted and go where I wanted. I treated my wife with a lot of respect and gave her things also. It’s not like I was mean, but now she is the big girl in the house along with my daughter. I wait on them hand and foot all the time, and do what ever they want me to do. All I am is a servant, and plaything to my wife, and kid.

The Pill

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Rubber Fantasies 8: The Pill

The woman at the door wore horn-rimmed glasses and carried a note-pad in one hand. “We would like to conduct a study with your organization,” she said.

“What organization?” I asked.

“Why, your rubber club of course,” she replied.

I asked her in and closed the door behind her. “What is this all about,” I asked

“Can we sit down somewhere, I have quite a bit to tell you.” I led her into the reception room and pointed out a chair. “I am a researcher in pharmacology and I developed a new pill which increases the desire and frequency of orgasm in men. We are in the clinical trial stage and need test subjects. So far it looks like the pill will allow orgasms to occur every 15 minutes, rather than once an hour or so. And you are ready to proceed to the next orgasm immediately after the last one. The penis stays erect from orgasm and the subject has an irresistible need for an orgasm”

Ringing in the New Year

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It was two days before New Years Eve. I had talked to David about going to a New years party at some friends. He said he wasn’t up to it, and that he just wanted to stay home. He said that he wanted to watch TV and relax. I was a little irritated, because, in the past years, we’ve just stayed home and did nothing to ring in the new year. I was restless; I wanted to party and have a good time. I tried convincing him a couple more times, but to no avail.

Ringing in the New Year

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Tools

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Tools; a man’s best friend, a woman’s worst rival.

My husband, like any other man, loves tools. He has a ton in the garage, but every time he goes to the hardware store, he finds another that he just has to have. See the awe in his eyes when he spots a mitre saw, even though he has a scroll saw at home. Oh, how I wish he would look at me that way!

Tools

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Tools; a man’s best friend, a woman’s worst rival.

Some Very Sexy Furniture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jill looked around her home and frowned in consternation. She had asked her husband to buy a new furniture set so that when she did her daily exercise, she wasn’t tripping over some tacky furniture while doing her routine. " Hmm..I’ll have to leave him a note to remind him when he gets back from his meetings.." she thought to herself as she wandered over to her kitchen counter.

Jill poured herself a tall glass of orange juice and opened up a cupboard to get out her bottle of diet pills. She was momentarily irritated when she couldn’t find her bottle but after looking behind the water glasses, she spotted it near the back of the cupboard. She took it out and shook a few pills into her open right hand before putting the bottle back. Tossing the pills in her mouth, she swallowed them with a swig of juice as she wandered over to where her home entertainment unit was.