<?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>Master21 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/master21/</link><description>Recent content in Master21 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/master21/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Gabrielle's Gift</title><link>/stories/2009/06/02/gabrielles-gift/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/02/gabrielles-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.
“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”
What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>