<?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>Myschief on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/myschief/</link><description>Recent content in Myschief on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/myschief/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Midnight Pleasures</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/midnight-pleasures/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/midnight-pleasures/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was chilly outside, the wind had picked up
a bit and the rain was falling. The dry desert  ground soaked it up
greedily.
My computer is more than just an expensive toy,
it is my friend, my ever-changing entertainer. It had been some time since
I hit the chat rooms so I decided to see what the mentality was tonight.
I headed for the member rooms, looking for an interesting topic. 
Scrolling down something caught my eye, ‘submissivewomen.’  
I had entered rooms similar and had a fair amount of fun but I wouldn’t
say it was an enlightening experience. 
I entered,  said “hi” to the room. 
I got a good response, nice. I sipped my Jack and Diet Pepsi, it warmed
my tummy, my mind. The IM’s started after I made my intentions known. 
I do enjoy a little ‘foreplay’ with the general public before I settle
down to find an interesting playmate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>