<?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>Daniel Wood on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/daniel-wood/</link><description>Recent content in Daniel Wood on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/daniel-wood/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Pet Store</title><link>/stories/2013/01/10/the-pet-store/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/10/the-pet-store/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been about 18 months since Sarah had left me, my wife of 5 years. We met in high school and fell in love immediately. We were both into some pretty crazy things, we loved bdsm and tying one another up, and I have quite the anal fetish, but over the years we drifted apart, and despite some crazy shared fantasies we finally decided to end it. Since then I have been quite lonely and very horny.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>