<?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>Posing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/posing/</link><description>Recent content in Posing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/posing/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bondage Barbie Deluxe 2</title><link>/stories/2011/03/10/bondage-barbie-deluxe-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/10/bondage-barbie-deluxe-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="bondagebarbiedeluxe.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don came down into his toy room and found me wandering around, wearing only the thin cotton shift and freshly bathed. I felt even more naked than I did before, probably because Don was dressed to go out and I obviously wasn&amp;rsquo;t. He said he still wanted to know how I found out about the toy room, and I was obligated to tell him about the hidden letter in the Barbie box. I didn&amp;rsquo;t go into the painful details, but he said that it made alot of sense. It seemed like the existence of the letter explained more than one thing that was bothering Don.
My ass was still too sore to play with, but the rest of me wanted Don, especially if he could get me back to the pain / pleasure overlap that I experienced for the first time in my life. Don could see the look in my eye and answered my unasked question. First he said that I wore him out the other day, and as much as he would like to play with me some more he needed to rest. The second thing was that it was Sunday night, and he had to take me home. When he saw the bewildered look on my face he said that without windows, or a clock, or any other of the many ways we keep track of time, it was possible to loose hours down here. And he also told me I slept alot after our time together!
Don said he would take me home now, and I asked him to take me to Ken&amp;rsquo;s instead. I followed him into the elevator and with the turn of a key the door behind us closed and another opened in front of us both symbolically, and literally. He walked toward his Aston Martin and opened the passenger side door for me. Inside I found his black trench coat so I could cover myself up. The cotton shift I was wearing was thin and inappropriate for public, and besides it was raining heavily at the time. The leather seats felt cold on my naked ass, but I loved the car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Barbie Deluxe</title><link>/stories/2011/01/01/bondage-barbie-deluxe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/01/bondage-barbie-deluxe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bondagebarbiedeluxe.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondage Barbie Deluxe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Two&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don came down into his toy room and found me wandering around, wearing only the thin cotton shift and freshly bathed. I felt even more naked than I did before, probably because Don was dressed to go out and I obviously wasn&amp;rsquo;t. He said he still wanted to know how I found out about the toy room, and I was obligated to tell him about the hidden letter in the Barbie box. I didn&amp;rsquo;t go into the painful details, but he said that it made alot of sense. It seemed like the existence of the letter explained more than one thing that was bothering Don.
My ass was still too sore to play with, but the rest of me wanted Don, especially if he could get me back to the pain / pleasure overlap that I experienced for the first time in my life. Don could see the look in my eye and answered my unasked question. First he said that I wore him out the other day, and as much as he would like to play with me some more he needed to rest. The second thing was that it was Sunday night, and he had to take me home. When he saw the bewildered look on my face he said that without windows, or a clock, or any other of the many ways we keep track of time, it was possible to loose hours down here. And he also told me I slept alot after our time together!
Don said he would take me home now, and I asked him to take me to Ken&amp;rsquo;s instead. I followed him into the elevator and with the turn of a key the door behind us closed and another opened in front of us both symbolically, and literally. He walked toward his Aston Martin and opened the passenger side door for me. Inside I found his black trench coat so I could cover myself up. The cotton shift I was wearing was thin and inappropriate for public, and besides it was raining heavily at the time. The leather seats felt cold on my naked ass, but I loved the car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>