<?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>Saliva on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/saliva/</link><description>Recent content in Saliva on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/saliva/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Deanna and the Dragon</title><link>/stories/2019/06/19/deanna-and-the-dragon/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/19/deanna-and-the-dragon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the holographic dragon that did it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had lunged forward, massive mouth open wide, and the roar was deafening inside the cave. But even as Will leapt forward, brandishing his sword to protect Deanna from the holographic beast, she had been transfixed. The sight of the gaping hole of its maw, pink and wet but vanishing into dark black depths, the wetness of its tongue, the hotness of its breath, it gave her an almost overwhelming desire to throw herself forward into its mouth and let it consume her.  But she’d held herself back, and completed her night on the holodeck with Will, not letting on that she&amp;rsquo;d found the experience intensely arousing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shrinkers</title><link>/stories/2006/02/17/shrinkers/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/17/shrinkers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sandra looked into the mirror. &amp;ldquo;Yeech&amp;rdquo;, she thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Actually, she was being quite hard on herself&amp;hellip; On the eve of her 45th
birthday, she still was very well preserved&amp;hellip; though showing her age
slightly. A touch of gray in her dark brown hair, yes, but her breasts were
still firm (they were always large and voluptuous) with a beautiful face and a
wonderful figure, big in all the right places&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shrinkers</title><link>/stories/2006/02/17/shrinkers/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/17/shrinkers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sandra looked into the mirror. &amp;ldquo;Yeech&amp;rdquo;, she thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Actually, she was being quite hard on herself&amp;hellip; On the eve of her 45th
birthday, she still was very well preserved&amp;hellip; though showing her age
slightly. A touch of gray in her dark brown hair, yes, but her breasts were
still firm (they were always large and voluptuous) with a beautiful face and a
wonderful figure, big in all the right places&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>