<?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>Teresa on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/teresa/</link><description>Recent content in Teresa on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/teresa/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Brass Bed</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/brass-bed/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/brass-bed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Several months ago, I moved in with a widower.  He&amp;rsquo;s in his early
fifties.  He was married to the same woman for nearly thirty years. 
Our sex life was pretty good.  He&amp;rsquo;s not a fireball like my ex-husband
was, but he is a considerate, patient lover. I&amp;rsquo;m only thirty, though, and
I&amp;rsquo;m horny a lot more than he is.  Even at that, he gives me pleasure
with his hands and mouth.  I even got him to use my dildo on me.  
I want to offer him more, though!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>