<?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>Poetic Motion on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/poetic-motion/</link><description>Recent content in Poetic Motion on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/poetic-motion/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Surprise for Sara</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/a-surprise-for-sara/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/a-surprise-for-sara/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She shivered as her nude form glistened in the hallway light, naked except for the leather hood that covered her head, closing her off from the outside world, blocking light, muffling sound, preventing speech. A leash hung down from the D-ring of her collar, her limbs fettered by leather cuffs and metal chains, and she stood expectantly, quivering as my hands ran over her gentle curves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I bent to lick her left nipple, squeezed by the tiny padded metal arms of a pair of nipple clamps, then removed it, quickly, and I could hear the intake of air through the hood as sensation flooded through her body. I repeated the process for her right nipple, and she shuddered. Without delay, I grasped her leash and led her forward, slowly, carefully, into our bedroom where my surprise for her waited.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>