<?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>It'sForScience! on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/itsforscience/</link><description>Recent content in It'sForScience! on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/itsforscience/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Anticipated Release</title><link>/stories/2020/11/21/anticipated-release/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/21/anticipated-release/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He clenched a fist, curled his toes and pulled. Not. An. Inch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spread-eagled on her bed, strung from the four corner posts, he waited. A cool evening breeze caressed his chest, playing over his nude form.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The one point that it couldn’t touch was his cock. A steel cage, sized to be slightly larger than his flaccid member prevented the touch of the breeze, or anything else for that matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>