<?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>Mummylicious on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mummylicious/</link><description>Recent content in Mummylicious on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mummylicious/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><link>/stories/2010/04/06/be-careful-what-you-wish-for/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/04/06/be-careful-what-you-wish-for/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For as long as I can remember, I have had an interest in bondage, particularly in mummification. My wife really never has been much into the whole deal, but she will indulge me every now and then. On occasion she would let me wrap her up in saran wrap, and at least once she let me put duct tape over the wrap. For all my trying, I couldn’t ever really get her interested in taking it further. She would never let me wrap her up with any vibrating toys, and she wouldn’t let me wrap her head.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>