<?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>Suck on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/suck/</link><description>Recent content in Suck on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/suck/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>House of Slime 2</title><link>/stories/2017/09/26/house-of-slime-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/26/house-of-slime-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="houseofslime.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What a start to the night, tongues licking clean of the cum from my latex clad body and then hands massaging me everywhere…&amp;hellip; How could it get any better, but I hoped it could and would. As the last hand and finger left my body, I wobbled over to the bar for a glass of champers, my head already buzzing with excitement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could feel the room’s eyes on me, both men and women, knowing how damned sexy I looked clad head to toe in my new shiny pink latex catsuit, gloves and hood. And I towered above most party guests, the 10 inch calf boots really helping.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Abandoned Project</title><link>/stories/2014/07/05/abandoned-project/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/05/abandoned-project/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was still there in the morning when I went back. A quartet of stout tree branches lying on the ground. Just as I had found them yesterday. Shorn of their smaller branches and foliage they had been lashed into a square with dark rope ties at the corners where they crossed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The strange square had been left lying on the ground, and it lit a fire under my frustrated bondage ridden soul. It looked as if it had been made for me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Process 1: Alice's Story</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-process-1-alices-story/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-process-1-alices-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains NC, Abduction, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Sex doll, Mild gore&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Alice&amp;rsquo;s Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hated this shit hole. The hours were terrible, it stank of smoke and working the bar didn&amp;rsquo;t have the allure that it used to. Not to mention getting hit on by severely drunken guys had lost it&amp;rsquo;s appeal. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t the best looking girl and knew that their compliments and rude advances had nothing to do with my looks, though, everything to do with the alcohol that seemed to consume them. At least some days were better than others.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>