<?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>Glenn Nitwood on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/glenn-nitwood/</link><description>Recent content in Glenn Nitwood on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/glenn-nitwood/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Another Night</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/another-night/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/another-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a story I&amp;rsquo;ve written
and my thanks to Susan Moont for suggesting I post it on the list. This is a disclaimer. I&amp;rsquo;ve
never written one before so if I&amp;rsquo;ve missed something out, please mentally
put it in. This is a Bondage story. So its got bondagy stuff in it. Chains,
leather, you know the sort of tiey upy bondage thingys. It is a little
explicit so if you think you may be offended please press the delete button….
Now.
Oh good. You&amp;rsquo;ve decided
to stay with me. Ok. Next bit. This is a work of fantasy, therefore I can
not and do not recommend anyone try this at home (or anywhere else for
that matter). I&amp;rsquo;ve made all this up, I&amp;rsquo;ve never tried any of this stuff
on anyone, so I&amp;rsquo;ve no idea how practical or safe the stuff in this story
is. In fact one aspect is potentially dangerous. As I said this is a work
of fiction, fantasy, please enjoy it as such.
Play safe
Glenn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In Forest W’d she play</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/in-forest-wd-she-play/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/in-forest-wd-she-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Damn!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stumbled and almost fell. &amp;ldquo;Hey girl,
take it easy!&amp;rdquo; She said to herself. Why did she do these things to herself? And the answer came immediately, because of the challenge, because it was fun and, God, how she loved to be this way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had to hurry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time was running out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Already the patches of sky she could see through the trees were a dull blue and soon it would be night. Then she would be
in trouble. Not only would she not be able to see but the mosquitoes would come out and, naked as she was, she would be a tender feast for the little bastards.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>