<?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>Rawhide on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/rawhide/</link><description>Recent content in Rawhide on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/rawhide/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Gag Sentence</title><link>/stories/2018/12/10/gag-sentence/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/12/10/gag-sentence/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="gagsentence2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After my second day of my sentence I was so much pain that sleep was nearly impossible. I needed sleep desperately to put an end to the constant pain I was in. My shoulders and my jaw were an unending throbbing pain. I could barely move my jaw at all and my arms were almost useless.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had laid on the tiny mattress trying fall asleep but the pain and memories of the previous day of agony kept me awake most of the night. Unaware of time, all I had was a timer that read all zeros, and then the door swung open startling me from my haze.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trip to Chicago</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trip-to-chicago/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trip-to-chicago/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi Grommet Just
a little tale of two lovers locked in each others arms Enjoying the pleasures
of life. Mind you he
will never poke fun at one of my stories again, Like saying &amp;ldquo;anyone would
love what you did to the burglar. That would be
pure pleasure&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
jet had droned its way across the Atlantic for what seemed a eternity,
I suppose the story really started about just over a year ago. I had been
writing stories to Gromet’s site for some time and I received an E Mail
from a guy in Chicago, it was beautifully written almost a love poem and
then another and another,  I replied to each one and it all started
from there, he had to visit this country on business, we met he was the
perfect gentleman and rich. I think it was the rich bit that swayed it
for me, and the greatest bondage freak I have ever met. Now he had sent
me a first class ticket to visit him, well this served two purposes firstly
I had planned to visit the States, as a nurse I felt greatly undervalued
in my country and on average the states were offering twice what I earned
so at the end of the day it was a no contest.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>