<?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>Mauroud on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mauroud/</link><description>Recent content in Mauroud on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mauroud/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubbery Sunny Friday</title><link>/stories/2017/08/15/rubbery-sunny-friday/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/15/rubbery-sunny-friday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is the true account of what happened last Friday&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friday, August  the 4th, was one of the hottest day of the year. In an already warm summer, temperatures rised to a sky-high, for the Region, 38 °C. Have no idea how much is in Fahrenheit for the US around… do the math by yourself…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But there was this urge in him. The need of rubber and selfbondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, he loaded his car with a big bag full of his rubber gear and implements of pain. And he drove some 50 km on the highway, until he reached a rest and tank station where some restrooms would offer some space to change into his latex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>