<?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>Rubberdolly on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/rubberdolly/</link><description>Recent content in Rubberdolly on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/rubberdolly/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>School of Rubber</title><link>/stories/2009/07/17/school-of-rubber/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/17/school-of-rubber/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;originally posted to latex stories&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was towards the end of semester that my life changed. My name is
(or was) Samantha Morton &amp;amp; I was a college student at a small mid-west
campus. I was a normal,18 year old girl. Blonde, slim but with large 36-D
breasts that had caused me some embarrassment in the past. I usually wore
baggy sweatshirts to cover them up &amp;amp; jeans. I knew I’d never be as
pretty as the girls on the cheerleading circuit.  One day, Mitchell
Thomas, the school hunk, asked me over to help him study biology. I gigglingly
said yes!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>School Of Rubber 2: Breakfast for a rubberdolly</title><link>/stories/2004/09/18/school-of-rubber-2-breakfast-for-a-rubberdolly/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/09/18/school-of-rubber-2-breakfast-for-a-rubberdolly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;SCHOOL OF RUBBER; Breakfast for a rubberdolly
(note that dolly now refers to herself as dolly as her free will is
all but gone)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 weeks after enrollment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha  Morton was no more! In her place existed dolly, a fully
rubberised sex toy, available for rent or sale to the most perverted (&amp;amp;
highest) bidder. She was now starting her training in the art of rubber
pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dolly awoke as soon as the bright lights in her room snapped on. The
room was bare apart from an open wardrobe, overflowing with rubber clothing
of all designs, colours &amp;amp; purposes. A whipping horse sat against one
wall, the whole room was smothered in rubber, rubber wallpaper, rubber
curtains &amp;amp; even tufted rubber carpet! Dolly lay on a rubber bed, in
fact, she was vaccumn sealed into it. Immediately she felt the tightness
of the rubber sheets that imprisoned her like a fly in amber. The fullness
of her crotch overtaken by the intense vibrations caused by the two immense
dildo’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>School of Rubber</title><link>/stories/2004/08/04/school-of-rubber/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/08/04/school-of-rubber/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was towards the end of semester that my life changed. My name is
(or was) Samantha Morton &amp;amp; I was a college student at a small mid-west
campus. I was a normal,18 year old girl. Blonde, slim but with large 36-D
breasts that had caused me some embarrassment in the past. I usually wore
baggy sweatshirts to cover them up &amp;amp; jeans. I knew I’d never be as
pretty as the girls on the cheerleading circuit.  One day, Mitchell
Thomas, the school hunk, asked me over to help him study biology. I gigglingly
said yes!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>