<?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>Chaoslocks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/chaoslocks/</link><description>Recent content in Chaoslocks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/chaoslocks/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Conventional Fun</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/conventional-fun/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/conventional-fun/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somewhere during the evening news I&amp;rsquo;d slipped off to sleep, and now it was celebrity gossip to which I was awoken, by the cloths dryer buzzer going off. In the basement I&amp;rsquo;m greeted by the heady scent of detergent, as I walk barefoot across the concrete floor. It&amp;rsquo;s then that I spot it, as I take one of my work shirt to a waiting hanger. Our Darlex sleep sack is hanging innocently on the clothes line. It&amp;rsquo;s dry now but one could hardly call it innocent, I reminisce as I gather the clothes I need to hang.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Conventional Fun</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/conventional-fun/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/conventional-fun/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somewhere during the evening news I&amp;rsquo;d slipped off to sleep, and now it was celebrity gossip to which I was awoken, by the cloths dryer buzzer going off. In the basement I&amp;rsquo;m greeted by the heady scent of detergent, as I walk barefoot across the concrete floor. It&amp;rsquo;s then that I spot it, as I take one of my work shirt to a waiting hanger. Our Darlex sleep sack is hanging innocently on the clothes line. It&amp;rsquo;s dry now but one could hardly call it innocent, I reminisce as I gather the clothes I need to hang.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>