<?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>Caroline on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/caroline/</link><description>Recent content in Caroline on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/caroline/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>What an experience</title><link>/stories/2005/06/07/what-an-experience/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/07/what-an-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What an experience by Caroline&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well he got published …… so I lost my bet and
now I have to reveal my “self bondage” addiction to you all in person ……&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all started on a very hot summer afternoon.
I was about 16 years old and I think I was the horniest chick in town.
I loved to stretch my pussy lips, squeeze my nipples and whenever possible
run around naked. I poked my pussy with whatever I could find that fitted
… if possible oversized.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>