<?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>Lylani Bellic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lylani-bellic/</link><description>Recent content in Lylani Bellic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/lylani-bellic/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kim's Choice</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/kims-choice/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/kims-choice/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kim sat on her bed in silence, the steady ticking of the wall clock in the other room could be heard over her shallow and irregular breathing. She was nervous, and rightfully so. Not many people had it within them to relinquish what made them who they are. We strive our whole lives to build an image of ourselves, one we can project to others so that we may be seen as we wish, rather then how we feel. This prospect of her immediate future, this; amalgamation of ideas, whether good or bad caused her to fidget in place wondering if she should call it off just minutes before it was set to happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kim's Choice</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/kims-choice/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/kims-choice/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kim sat on her bed in silence, the steady ticking of the wall clock in the other room could be heard over her shallow and irregular breathing. She was nervous, and rightfully so. Not many people had it within them to relinquish what made them who they are. We strive our whole lives to build an image of ourselves, one we can project to others so that we may be seen as we wish, rather then how we feel. This prospect of her immediate future, this; amalgamation of ideas, whether good or bad caused her to fidget in place wondering if she should call it off just minutes before it was set to happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taming Tani</title><link>/stories/2009/10/06/taming-tani/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/10/06/taming-tani/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was what people would call a nobody.  No ties to friends or close family, a small insignificant job.  The type that you&amp;rsquo;d see on the news as the latest victim of some kidnapper.  Except that I was such a nobody that there was no use in taking me.  I was just your average everyday girl just coasting through life unnoticed.  That was not to say I was a pale recluse hiding in the confines of my cell that some Realtor called a small apartment.  I wasn&amp;rsquo;t the type to let my brain melt like that.  I defiantly got out a lot, trips to the store or the near by lake to lay in the sand trying to ignore the felling that every guy was trying to peak and every woman was pridefully dismissing any feature that we both had.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>