<?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>Bestlaidtrap on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bestlaidtrap/</link><description>Recent content in Bestlaidtrap on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bestlaidtrap/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Too Much Pleasure</title><link>/stories/2006/07/04/too-much-pleasure/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/04/too-much-pleasure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Feedback welcome. The nature of this story is fantasy. 
Do not try anything in this story at home. 
Any resemblance of the characters in this story to anyone living or dead
is purely coincidental.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all started so simply.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wendy had always enjoyed playing with her vibrators more
than actual sex.  It took her a long
time to come to terms with the fact that she was her own best friend when it
came to pushing just the right buttons to get herself to feel SO good.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mix It Up!</title><link>/stories/2006/04/14/mix-it-up/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/14/mix-it-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction. I do not condone the actions of any
persons in this work of fiction. Any similarities between characters in this
story and anyone, living or dead, are coincidental. Characters in this story perform
dangerous acts, DO NO TRY THIS AT HOME!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To the naked eye Helen was pretty ordinary. She was a cute, petite half Japanese
girl. She had always done well in school, even though she came from a
broken home, and had worked very hard to put herself through university. She
kept fit by playing basketball in the summer (&amp;ldquo;I may be tiny, but I&amp;rsquo;ll kill
you from the 3 point line&amp;rdquo; she was often heard to say at the Y where she
played) and cross country skiing in the winter. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t much that made her
stand out in a crowd, sure the boys would hit on her, but she figured that most
boys would hit on anything with breasts&amp;hellip; even her with her smaller than
average &amp;ldquo;rack&amp;rdquo;. She kept her hair short and generally stayed out of
the bar scene. She was a quiet, hard working, smart girl in the city.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mix It Up!</title><link>/stories/2006/04/14/mix-it-up/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/14/mix-it-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction. I do not condone the actions of any
persons in this work of fiction. Any similarities between characters in this
story and anyone, living or dead, are coincidental. If any of the images used in
conjunction with this story belong to you, please contact the author to have
them removed. As far as I know they are public domain images from somewhere on
the internet that I can no longer find. Characters in this story perform
dangerous acts, DO NO TRY THIS AT HOME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>