<?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>Subcentcalmale on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/subcentcalmale/</link><description>Recent content in Subcentcalmale on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/subcentcalmale/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Woodland Weekend</title><link>/stories/2004/09/18/woodland-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/09/18/woodland-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Woodland Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;
by subcentcalmale
A Woodland Weekend by subcentcalmale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friday morning could not get here soon enough. All week I had been both
dreading and anticipating our weekend up in the hills at a “discreet” cabin
far from civilization. The cabin belonged to a friend of Yours, and i had
no doubt due to her financial and lifestyle status that it was posh as
well as extremely well-equipped for those who’s proclivities included all
forms of BDSM play. W/we left the house around 7 a.m., eager to get there
early. The trip itself wasn’t overly exerting, only a three and a half
hour drive up into the mountains, and the last thirty minutes of that was
up the private road to the cabin itself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>