<?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>Cruelcanbekind on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/cruelcanbekind/</link><description>Recent content in Cruelcanbekind on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/cruelcanbekind/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tomorrow I Break You</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tomorrow-i-break-you/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tomorrow-i-break-you/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had all started innocently enough about 8 weeks ago, but things were different now. much different.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chris was 28 years old, 6 feet tall with a muscular build, short messy dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that girls almost always commented on. He was quite handsome, but very down to earth, he
took pride in his apperance and did his best to exercise and run. This gave him great endurance, which would serve him better than he could have ever known.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>