<?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>Jodi H on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jodi-h/</link><description>Recent content in Jodi H on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/jodi-h/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jodi</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jodi/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jodi/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I appreciate being able to read such interesting stoies on your website. 
Here is a portion of a letter I wrote to a friend about something that
actually happened to me, and I thought you might like to use it. 
You have my permission to post it if you think it would be appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Normally, I&amp;rsquo;m not quite this into the painful aspects of s&amp;amp;m, more
just the d&amp;amp;s, but I&amp;rsquo;ve done scenes with Lori before and she seems very
aware of my limits and I trust her not to do anything to hurt me permanently.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>