<?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>Falk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/falk/</link><description>Recent content in Falk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/falk/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Black Pleasure</title><link>/stories/2009/09/10/the-black-pleasure/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/10/the-black-pleasure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I hope their aren`t too many mistakes in my story. I can talk english very good. Only the text is a bit difficult. So here is my story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once again I was going to one of these rubber bars in Berlin where every kind of person has a rubber fetish. I came inside, sat myself down at the counter and ordered a drink. The barman gave it to me, while I drank it, I looked at him closely, he wore tight latex jeans and his bump was covered with a mini rubber apron. He wore a tight latex shirt and a latex mask with holes for eyes, nose and mouth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>