<?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>Repacked on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/repacked/</link><description>Recent content in Repacked on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/repacked/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Stuffed Stocking</title><link>/stories/2019/01/04/stuffed-stocking/</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/04/stuffed-stocking/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues on from the story: &lt;a href="stuffed_stocking.html"&gt;Stuffed Stocking&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="stuffed_stocking2.html"&gt;Stuffed Stocking Redux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="stuffed-stocking--round-three"&gt;Stuffed Stocking – Round Three&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For the two previous Christmases, I presented myself to my boyfriend Steve naked, bound and ‘stuffed’ into a specially modified giant Christmas stocking. The principal modification was to line it with Kevlar (as well as make the suspension loops with it), making the stocking strong enough to suspend me (see ‘&lt;a href="stuffed_stocking.html"&gt;Stuffed Stocking&lt;/a&gt;’) or inescapably encase me (see ‘&lt;a href="stuffed_stocking2.html"&gt;Stuffed Stocking Redux&lt;/a&gt;). In that last episode, he wound up dragging me by his cock and balls (read the story) as I shuffled along with his cock stuck in my mouth &lt;em&gt;en route&lt;/em&gt; to getting the keys for our release. Although this trek had no impact on the Kevlar lining, it did a job on the felt on the sole of the stocking, making it unsightly to say the least.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stuffed Stocking</title><link>/stories/2016/01/26/stuffed-stocking/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/01/26/stuffed-stocking/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues on from the story: &lt;a href="stuffed_stocking.html"&gt;Stuffed Stocking&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuffed Stocking 2: Redux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been almost a year since my boyfriend Steve came home on Christmas Eve to find me naked, bound and hanging from his foyer wall in an oversized (specially modified) red Christmas stocking.  Needless to say, the evening turned out to be a night we’ll both remember forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to do something equally sexy but less elaborate this year and, after all, I still had the stocking so it made sense to put it to use in whatever plan I came up with.  For those of you who haven’t read about that previous adventure (Stuffed Stocking), I modified the lining and suspension hoops of the stocking to be made of Kevlar so it was super strong and could hold my weight without tearing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Happy Birthday</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/happy-birthday/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/happy-birthday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Carmen and I had been dating for about two months. I was at a party
at my friend’s dorm lounge the first time I saw her. Long dark hair, flowing
down her back, gorgeous curves, but what really drew my eye was the boots.
Tall, smooth, and tight, they came up past her knees, with two-inch platforms
that only added to her sexy stature. Layers of laces interwove all the
way up her gorgeous taut calves. It must have taken her half an hour just
to put them on. They had a tough, Doc Martens line to them but they were
pure white, leading the eye up to her tight white shorts and faded jean
jacket that she wore unbuttoned over a pink baby tee. As she turned around,
I saw the words “Naughty Girl” in white script on the front of her shirt.
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed an extra beer from the fridge and made
my way over to her. Offering her the bottle I let my eyes drift down to
the writing on her chest then slide back up to stare into her brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>