<?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>Redhunter on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/redhunter/</link><description>Recent content in Redhunter on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/redhunter/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Meeting Dee</title><link>/stories/2007/07/02/meeting-dee/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/02/meeting-dee/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I really do not know where my
love of rubber and latex started from. I recall being turned on when I found
some ‘top shelf’ magazines all about rubber, Atomage being one. Previously I
had been a stocking &amp;amp; suspender man, so I still tend to veer towards rubber
stockings and nice clinging underwear rather then voluminous mack’s.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is it the smooth..(yes
another magazine title from way back..), appearance of rubber? The touch of it,
the encasement of one body, the aroma, or just that it’s a fetish. Well I
suppose it’s all of those.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>