<?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>Ultrazokki on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ultrazokki/</link><description>Recent content in Ultrazokki on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ultrazokki/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Estate Agent</title><link>/stories/2006/01/24/the-estate-agent/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/01/24/the-estate-agent/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me
trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at
all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven
me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this
usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home
to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she
has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I
reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means
she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>