<?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>Sugar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sugar/</link><description>Recent content in Sugar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sugar/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ant Attack</title><link>/stories/2012/06/09/ant-attack/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/09/ant-attack/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have a long weekend off, the wife is gone, for the same, and so, I have planned a day of self bondage.
I have never tried the ant theme, so this weekend will be my first.
I will use our dog pen as my place. We no longer have the dogs, but when we did, I built a 10 x 12 chain link pen. I had to cover the outside with privacy fencing because the dogs would bark at anything. So, now, it is completely secluded, and far enough in the back yard to pose no threats from neighbors. Either from sound or visual.
I plan on not only the self bondage, with the ant attack, but also anal pleasure/torment, and increasing weights to my balls.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Half Baked</title><link>/stories/2011/11/28/half-baked/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/28/half-baked/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Adele batted his hand away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey! Stop that.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He put his hand back on her tit. He had his other hand in her hair, holding her head as he kissed her, a teeth grinding kiss.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jesus Andy!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He fumbled the buttons on her blouse, tugged at the thin fabric.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Never done it here before. Done it everywhere else but here, baby. This is gonna be something you never forget.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She wasn&amp;rsquo;t wearing a front-clasp bra. She always wore that bra for him. He wrapped his arms around her, slipped the catch, slid his hands under the cups, squeezed her tits - hard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>