<?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>Eisanna Maria on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/eisanna-maria/</link><description>Recent content in Eisanna Maria on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/eisanna-maria/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Eisanna's Fantasy</title><link>/stories/2007/02/22/eisannas-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/02/22/eisannas-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Eisanna Maria:
This is my first attempt at writing a real personal fantasy of mine.
Flames are not welcome they could melt the dildo or latex:(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am on the second floor of my house in my room, my long blonde hair in
a tight pony tail high on my head. I wear a long, blood-red robe, and a
slave kneels at my feet in position number three. He has laid out the
latex catsuit, the widows-peaked hood, the strap-on cock and four-foot
long tail, like a single-tail whip, that is part of my garb tonight. I
dismiss him and he scurries from the room, hastened by a kick in the
buttocks as he goes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>