<?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>Leah on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/leah/</link><description>Recent content in Leah on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/leah/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Desert Run</title><link>/stories/2009/11/28/desert-run/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/28/desert-run/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Plaza is looking for some stories, so I thought people might enjoy hearing about an event that occurred to me when I was a young woman. First, I’ll set the stage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was living in Tucson and had had several boyfriends by this time in my life. I was reveling in the blossoming of the sensuous and erotic in my world. As my partners and I discovered the wonders of nature, I felt quite satisfied yet knew there was more beyond the basically vanilla sex life I had been exploring. I had (still have) a fertile imagination and, ever since I was quite young, had found my fantasies wandering to dark places. But without any positive role models, I felt these were unhealthy aspirations for such a liberated back-to-nature girl to have. So I kept them to myself - my little secret.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>