<?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>Lash Sartay on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lash-sartay/</link><description>Recent content in Lash Sartay on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2001 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/lash-sartay/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Gift</title><link>/stories/2001/11/25/her-gift/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/11/25/her-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Marie and I had been seeing each other for a couple
of months by now. So far things had
been going pretty good. Marie is
a good looking woman, smart and makes good money as an attorney, but the
best part about her is she is insatiable appetite for sex. Sometimes
I think she will wear me out or break me, I‘m not sure which. And
she has yet to refuse anything. We
regularly have anal, oral or sex in potential view of others and when she
comes she does it is with moans, screams and shudders. But
yet she has not asked anything of me outside of sex. That
is what brings me to this story.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>