<?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>Ilikebdsm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ilikebdsm/</link><description>Recent content in Ilikebdsm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ilikebdsm/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Claire</title><link>/stories/2010/04/06/claire/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/04/06/claire/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The doorbell chimed, and Claire looked up from her computer. With a deep sigh she rose from her chair and walked to the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she opened the door, she saw nothing. No one was there. She looked around if there was someone nearby. No; nothing. Just when she started closing the door, she saw the small box which was left onto her doorstep.
It was a plain box. A sticker with her name and address was put on top of it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Stallion</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/my-stallion/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/my-stallion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emily turned right and drove her car through the open gates. She followed the lane which ended in front of the beautiful mansion of her friend. When she stepped out of her car, she climbed the stairs to the front door of this nice home. She looked around at the garden and enjoyed the flowers and the green grass. The sun was shining and added a finishing touch to the already beautiful garden.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>