<?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>Martina Lee on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/martina-lee/</link><description>Recent content in Martina Lee on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/martina-lee/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bound to Please</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bound-to-please/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bound-to-please/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is from my erotic fantasy series Oh, Susana! You can
find the entire series in the alt-sex-stories-moderated archive maintained
by Eli the Bearded (blessed be his name). Enter the archive at &lt;a href="http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/jan.html"&gt;http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/jan.html&lt;/a&gt;
and scroll down to Thursday Jan 21. Feel free to email your comments. Martina
Lee aka susana &lt;a href="mailto:susanasue@hotmail.com"&gt;susanasue@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peter groaned. His buttocks contracted and he
arched his back, lifting his pelvis off the bed in a futile attempt to
reach Susana&amp;rsquo;s mouth, hanging teasingly just a centimetre or so above the
tip of his straining cock. Her left hand circled the base of his tool,
squeezing lightly in a rhythm that matched the slow passage of her tongue
in and out between her parted lips.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>