<?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>Rojo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rojo/</link><description>Recent content in Rojo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rojo/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Challenge
by rojo
THE CHALLENGE by rojo&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My wife and I have been married almost eighteen years. We live in a
small two-bedroom apartment. The spare bedroom is basically our computer
room.  One late Saturday afternoon, I was cruising bondage sites when
my wife snuck up on me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, look at that. &amp;ldquo;, she said,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was very embarrassed. I liked to hide my cruising. Over the years
I had asked my wife to tie me up many times and she had always refused.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>