<?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>Sndr007 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/sndr007/</link><description>Recent content in Sndr007 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/sndr007/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jefferey &amp; Jennifer</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jefferey-jennifer/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jefferey-jennifer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*
Jefferey could hear water running as he floated in a semi-trance, slipping
back and forth between a sweet dream and a memory of the things he and
Jennifer had done the night before. He loved that time of morning, and
he liked to prolong it whenever he could, so he stayed in bed with his
eyes closed, drifting, listening to the shower, and imagining her body
and the pleasure it had given him. Last night, Jennifer had finally let
him put his cock in her ass, and he could still see her looking back over
her shoulder as he pushed it past her well-lubricated sphincter.
&amp;ldquo;Please be gentle. Please don&amp;rsquo;t stop.&amp;rdquo; Jefferey was gentle, he didn&amp;rsquo;t
stop, and she loved it, as he knew she would since the first time he touched
her there. He heard the shower stop, and after a few minutes, his lover
came softly into the bedroom. Jefferey pretended to be asleep, eyes nearly
closed in the half-light.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>