<?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>Solo-M-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/solo-m-f/</link><description>Recent content in Solo-M-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/solo-m-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bound Halloween</title><link>/stories/2014/11/05/bound-halloween/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/05/bound-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenny and I had been together for almost three years. We had met at a Halloween party when I couldn’t take my eyes off her incredible costume. I had stared so long openly fascinated by her she finally came over and asked for my name. She had looked so amazing as a leather Elvira. With the extremely tight bodice pushing her perfect breasts up high and the skirt that stretched tightly down to her knees I almost couldn’t think of what my name was when she asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Poster Boy</title><link>/stories/2013/10/09/poster-boy/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/09/poster-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I guess I should start off by saying that I love rubber clothing.
And having said that, I guess I should add that living in the
central southwest. I don&amp;rsquo;t have much need to wear it outdoors
to ward off the elements.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No. I wear it for one thing and one thing only. Sexual release.
Oh, sure. I wear it to relax sometimes after a hard days work
at the newsstand and I occasionally get to wear it in bad weather
while I offload the papers, books and magazines that are my stock
in trade.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Natalie</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Natalie announced her arrival to Meyer in time for him to unlock the
door before she had to wait. He’s always so polite, she thought and considerate
too. Natalie thought it strange that Meyer did not get up when she entered
the tiny room as he usually did. The tall dark man- well they all were,
here, weren’t they? - remained seated, connected to the Sanctuary’s hard-wire
systems. He must be pre-occupied with something, she supposed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Natalie 2</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="natalie.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;Meyer said nothing, trying to gather his thoughts and collect his fleeting feelings, too stunned that such a lovely and intelligent lady would be interested in him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Natalie tried to transmit her feelings, she wanted to let him know how she felt, but did not know how, without possibly scaring him off. She sensed his timidity and could understand how he felt. She felt herself out on a very thin branch and was scared to go further.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>