<?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>Cntrl_altrnt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/cntrl_altrnt/</link><description>Recent content in Cntrl_altrnt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/cntrl_altrnt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Maid in the Corn</title><link>/stories/2010/03/03/maid-in-the-corn/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/03/maid-in-the-corn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the last week of September. My son and daughter would come over for the weekend, to support me in my weekend of mixed anniversaries; tomorrow will be my 46th birthday and the day after it will be 3 years since my husband passed away after a five year struggle against cancer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got home early from work, but my twins just called traffic was a horror today, and they wouldn’t be here until between 18:30 and 19:00 (if things on the roads wouldn’t get worse), I decided it to take the dog for a walk before making dinner. I changed my skirt and pumps for a pair of jeans and walking shoes and went out the door. After walking down the driveway, I have two choices, right into the village or left… not that I ever go right with the dog.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid in the Corn</title><link>/stories/2010/03/03/maid-in-the-corn/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/03/maid-in-the-corn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the last week of September. My son and daughter would come over for the weekend, to support me in my weekend of mixed anniversaries; tomorrow will be my 46th birthday and the day after it will be 3 years since my husband passed away after a five year struggle against cancer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got home early from work, but my twins just called traffic was a horror today, and they wouldn’t be here until between 18:30 and 19:00 (if things on the roads wouldn’t get worse), I decided it to take the dog for a walk before making dinner. I changed my skirt and pumps for a pair of jeans and walking shoes and went out the door. After walking down the driveway, I have two choices, right into the village or left… not that I ever go right with the dog.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid in the Corn 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/maid-in-the-corn-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/maid-in-the-corn-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="maidinthecorn.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;
Part 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The nervous excitement since I was discovered in the cornfield was just about to take the better of me. I was thrilled and aroused by the fact that this woman discovered and interrogated me, but also a little scared as she took my drivers license and the key. On the other hand, she left me my car and other stuff and I managed to get home safely. It was close to 16:00 on a Sunday and I still hadn’t managed to get some sleep, neither was I able to eat something. On top of that, my chastity device was getting a little uncomfortable. The whole weekend I’ve anxiously been waiting for her email. She did have my address, didn’t she? With every sound of incoming mail my hopes skyrocketed, just to drop into the abyss after each instance of a newsletter or spam… Viagra offerings are the worst to receive right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>