<?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>Slb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/slb/</link><description>Recent content in Slb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/slb/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Convention</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/convention/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/convention/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This
is a true story. Well, maybe not,
but wouldn&amp;rsquo;t it be nice? One can
always hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It
was our first time at a large bondage oriented event, and we had agreed to
make the most of it. Our drive to the somewhat distant city had been enjoyable and relaxing,
and we were ready to play. My wife, Sandy, was new to bondage, but seemed to enjoy our home sessions
and had made up her mind that she would try to give her all at this event.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>