<?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>Shibari on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/shibari/</link><description>Recent content in Shibari on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/shibari/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2025/03/23/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/23/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="29-summers-kinky-birthday"&gt;29: Summer&amp;rsquo;s Kinky Birthday&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ava stroked her living clothes with a soft smile and he changed into one of her sets of satin pyjamas, making her giggle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Greed, give me a break…tomorrow is Summer&amp;rsquo;s birthday and I can&amp;rsquo;t play with you all the time, I can take care of her. Can you stand a day without me?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At first, her pyjamas didn&amp;rsquo;t budge until they disintegrated and reshaped into a silver collar that clasped around Ava&amp;rsquo;s neck. She carefully took it off and placed Greed on her bedside table.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/11/26/leon-city-side-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/26/leon-city-side-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1summers-backstab"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Part 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer’s Backstab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright then ladies, we&amp;rsquo;re done for the day, but remember that selection competition is this afternoon and we&amp;rsquo;re cheering hard for your new teammates!&amp;rdquo; their coach shouted, and the girls of the cheerleading squad broke out their applause. Summer didn&amp;rsquo;t. She disliked the tradition that came with the selection process, and despite her coach&amp;rsquo;s warnings, these incidents kept happening. Summer glanced around the group and could see directly that Sarah and her friends were plotting something. When one of them noticed Summer&amp;rsquo;s gaze, the pink haired girl quickly looked away. She wanted nothing to do with it, but she thought she saw out of the corner of her eye that the women had started whispering among themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Dreary Afternoon</title><link>/stories/2006/04/05/a-dreary-afternoon/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/05/a-dreary-afternoon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Now that explains a lot of things!” exclaimed Mandy as
we sat in the sun on the steps of the College Library.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What does?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Dreary’s Dad’s a holy man.” She replied pointing to a middle-aged man in Salvation Army
uniform who was walking across the Green with Deirdre Macklin - a girl in our
year who had the nickname Dreary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the pair of them looked so alike and had the same walk
there was little doubt that the man was either her father or some close
relation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>