<?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>Kelsey C on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kelsey-c/</link><description>Recent content in Kelsey C on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/kelsey-c/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her First Time</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/her-first-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/her-first-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mistress Ashley&amp;rsquo;s instructions had been explicit:
After knocking on the back door, the girl was to turn around, place her
hands behind her back, and then keep her eyes and mouth shut. The thought,
the knowledge that she would really do this&amp;ndash;actually wanted to&amp;ndash;for a
dominant female she&amp;rsquo;d never even met (except over the phone) excited her
enormously.
Jennifer knocked, turned, and waited, trembling
in her outfit. As ordered, the girl wore no underwear; only her oldest
blouse and jeans. She wondered why, and was disappointed that the session
apparently wouldn&amp;rsquo;t involve her dressing in sexually exciting attire.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>