<?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>Sx on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sx/</link><description>Recent content in Sx on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sx/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Factotum 3</title><link>/stories/2015/06/30/factotum-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/30/factotum-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="factotum2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was getting harder by the moment. All thoughts of fucking a cyborg robot had left my mind. “It” was more ideal woman than I had ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was splendid. Tall, poised and covered in my new favourite material, rubber.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I used to like leather, and imagined women in tight leather pants. I&amp;rsquo;d never explored the idea. My S.A.M. now blew that thought out of the water! It was rubber, latex, that I now knew I&amp;rsquo;d always wanted. I&amp;rsquo;d never knew, never known; but I realised now, that I&amp;rsquo;d not ever leave this Household, unless instructed. “Fetch me a hood, for you to wear.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>