<?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>Sushigirl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sushigirl/</link><description>Recent content in Sushigirl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sushigirl/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Boys Night Out</title><link>/stories/2010/12/01/boys-night-out/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/12/01/boys-night-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Brian and I were spending so much time together that we determined it would be healthy for us to do things apart once a month to break the uniformity. On that night, generally referred to as Boys Night Out or in my case it would be Girls Night Out, we would go our separate ways and enjoy ourselves. It has been working out great. I’m blessed that my Brian, who is 6ft 2inches with an athletic physique and dashingly handsome isn’t a wanton man. Brian works out at the local gym and I attend my yoga classes to keep my figure well toned. We make an attractive couple and have been happily married for years. Never since we began our mutual night’s outs has he come home with the scent of a woman on him. In fact, usually after one of his Boys Night‘s, Brian returns home somewhat invigorated and takes me into his arms as if he hasn’t seen me in weeks. Our love making has become even more passionate than ever as a result. Whatever he is doing to relax certainly has been doing wonders for our sex life. I have no complaints there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi 2</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sushi.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you remember the last time I told you
about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he
had me for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why are these times so vivid in my mind?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was it the loss of control?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the being put on display?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the trust I have now with Kevin after
literally at times putting my life in his hands?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And sometimes, deep down I just remember
being treated as meat, remember the heat, and wonder why I want to be a dinner
again. It
was Muki&amp;rsquo;s kitchen last time that ended with an oven door closing behind me for
that event I would never forget. So to Muki&amp;rsquo;s kitchen I went again one quiet day,
but this time I left the computer on the page, and went shopping.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi 2</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="sushi.html"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sushi&amp;rdquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you remember the last time I told you
about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he
had me for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why are these times so vivid in my mind?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was it the loss of control?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the being put on display?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the trust I have now with Kevin after
literally at times putting my life in his hands?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Woodies First Dinner</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/woodies-first-dinner/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/woodies-first-dinner/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I still remember the moment very
clearly. We had just finished entertaining one of
my boyfriends work mates (lets call him Bill) over a few beers and a game of the
footy on the Tele. It had been a great afternoon, my fella
has quite a few interesting friends, and I really liked this guy too. Actually, we’d gotten to know him very
well ever since the day we had met, he was the guy who had arrested me the day
&amp;lsquo;I got burnt at the stake&amp;rsquo;, and I always suspected that he was pretty well willing
to try absurd or far out things.
Little did I know then how far he would
go to help a friend, or how well he would really get to know me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Woodies First Dinner</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/woodies-first-dinner/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/woodies-first-dinner/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I still remember the moment very
clearly. We had just finished entertaining one of
my boyfriends work mates (lets call him Bill) over a few beers and a game of the
footy on the Tele. It had been a great afternoon, my fella
has quite a few interesting friends, and I really liked this guy too. Actually, we’d gotten to know him very
well ever since the day we had met, he was the guy who had arrested me the day
&amp;lsquo;I got burnt at the stake&amp;rsquo;, and I always suspected that he was pretty well willing
to try absurd or far out things.
Little did I know then how far he would
go to help a friend, or how well he would really get to know me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi</title><link>/stories/2006/02/02/sushi/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/02/sushi/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="woodies_first_dinner.html"&gt;Woodies First Dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s been quite a while since Kevin
had me for dinner. Things were going pretty well between
us, seemed like everyday he would peel some layer off me, exposing yet another
emotion, freeing another inhibition. Sometimes it was scary. Sometimes it was exhilarating.
Mostly though it just felt good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It helped of course to know that we
weren’t alone in the world. Sometimes we’d sit together at the
computer and surf various sites. We gathered our fair share of favourites, and
sometimes we even copied what we saw.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sushi/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sushi/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s been quite a while since Kevin
had me for dinner. Things were going pretty well between
us, seemed like everyday he would peel some layer off me, exposing yet another
emotion, freeing another inhibition. Sometimes it was scary. Sometimes it was exhilarating.
Mostly though it just felt good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It helped of course to know that we
weren’t alone in the world. Sometimes we’d sit together at the
computer and surf various sites. We gathered our fair share of favourites, and
sometimes we even copied what we saw.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>