<?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>Anteros on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/anteros/</link><description>Recent content in Anteros on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/anteros/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Stood Up</title><link>/stories/2006/05/18/stood-up/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/18/stood-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s about 5am and I have just got in
from a first date with a rather lovely young lady. I am a cross dresser and
enjoy a bit of bondage and the way she was dressed plus the signals coming from
her indicate she might not be adverse to a few games. Being a first date I was
not willing to push it too far, but have come home very frustrated. I have been
mesmerized all night by her tottering about on really high stiletto heels.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>