<?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>Cailyn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/cailyn/</link><description>Recent content in Cailyn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/cailyn/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Take The Girl</title><link>/stories/2010/03/03/take-the-girl/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/03/take-the-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I step out of my car, a flood of emotions washes over me. At only 24 years old, I think it’s safe to say I’ve been through my fair share over the past year. Between discovering that my “passing interest” in what mainstream media would call “BDSM” was more of a visceral need, and deciding that fulfilling that need was enough reason to leave the wife I once thought to be completely devoid of understanding towards said need, I’ve been living one hell of an emotional roller coaster.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>