<?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>Swimwear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/swimwear/</link><description>Recent content in Swimwear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/swimwear/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Good, Good Doggie</title><link>/stories/2019/02/02/good-good-doggie/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/02/02/good-good-doggie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He opened up the gate to the back yard and walked onto the patio. The smell of the chlorine from the recently cleaned pool was strong. A little too strong. He’d maybe wait a bit for it to break down before taking a swim.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a simple arrangement. He’d do lawn work in exchange for pool time. The owner was a single, middle-aged businesswoman who needed help maintaining her large home in the North Suburbs. He was cautious at first. Single woman with money and college student. Yeah, that sounded like a formula right out of some half-assed novel. But as time went by, she never did or suggested anything improper.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 2</title><link>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I arrived in Miami, and a very strange feeling came over me because I was finally home again but, I no longer belonged anywhere here. My apartment was gone, my belongings were gone and I certainly could not visit any of my ex-coworkers or friends. For what ever reason, I was very ashamed and would not consider telling anyone I knew, the change of sex I underwent.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 3</title><link>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-3/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We got up took our showers and met at the general lounge area where Julia had a complete breakfast for us it even had fresh pealed fruit. I called for a sedan service to take us to the mall so we could buy some new fresh clothes and underwear, Jacky fell in love with 3 outfits so we just had to get them, I saw a nice brown leather skirt that I just had to have I wanted Jacky to get one but she absolutely refused because it was too expensive. She had tried the black one and looked terrific in it so without her knowing I bought it and had them deliver it to the boat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shovel the Snow - or Else!</title><link>/stories/2014/03/30/shovel-the-snow-or-else/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/30/shovel-the-snow-or-else/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“He’s pissed me off one too many times the last few weeks”, I tell myself one day… “If he won’t shovel the *&amp;amp;@#in driveway next time it snows, he’ll pay for it!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s been a tonne of snow this year – and we’ve got a long driveway. At one end he’s put a post up to help light the driveway at night. We’ve kept the driveway fairly clear, but there’s no more room for the snow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spreading the Word</title><link>/stories/2009/03/17/spreading-the-word/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/17/spreading-the-word/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My boyfriend and I were on our first vacation together. When I came out to the motel pool on the first day in on one-piece tank suit, he laughed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not brave enough to wear a bikini? Or just too old-fashioned?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I informed him that I felt safer in a tank suit, esspecially when diving off the board. He still laughed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next day we were in a cottage on a lake, and we swam out to the raft which is a perfect place for sunbathing. There were lots of others there, too. It got awfully warm in the sun so I dived into the lake for a little refreshing cool, and he followed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>