<?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>TheSweetCount on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/thesweetcount/</link><description>Recent content in TheSweetCount on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/thesweetcount/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bind of the Magi</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bind-of-the-magi/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bind-of-the-magi/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The new fallen snow crunched
under Mary’s white boots as she made her way briskly down the freshly
ploughed streets that led to her home. Her
breath made frosty puffs of fog in the crisp December air as she strode down
the sidewalk, shopping bags in each gloved hand. She wore a red woollen coat that reached down to her knees, with a
grey-black faux fur collar bundled tightly around her neck to keep cozy. Brightly coloured Christmas lights gleamed through the snow decked tree
branches around her. The cool,
clear air left a little tickle in the back of her throat and she fancied she
could almost smell the turkeys roasting, the warm spices of mulling cider, the
tang of mandarin oranges, and the sweet scent of peppermint springing forth
with the warm glow from each passing window.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>