<?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>Jim Jones on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jim-jones/</link><description>Recent content in Jim Jones on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/jim-jones/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jamie’s Play Time</title><link>/stories/2009/09/13/jamies-play-time/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/13/jamies-play-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Nothing gets me more worked up than thinking about self bondage. These stories always start out with the line I have always been into bondage and I am no exception. I discovered it at an early age playing the ole tie me to the lawn chair game with an older neighbor girl. I am an adult male in my fifties now but always get excited at the thought. I have had many play partners of both sexes thru the years and was even married for a time but moved on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>