<?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>D3N14L on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/d3n14l/</link><description>Recent content in D3N14L on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/d3n14l/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Drops</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/drops/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/drops/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The world has shrunk into a single, throbbing point of focus. Every fragment of my existence drawn to the molten core of my desire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My nerves hum, taut and trembling, every thought consumed by the exquisite heat pulsing between my thighs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That cursed point.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My body hangs suspended, face-down, an unfamiliar, disorienting angle - hips elevated, thighs spread wide. I’m frozen in time and space, open, exposed, offered to the quiet, hungry void.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>