<?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>Vo-Girl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/vo-girl/</link><description>Recent content in Vo-Girl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/vo-girl/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Selfbondage on the West Coast of Sweden</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/selfbondage-on-the-west-coast-of-sweden/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/selfbondage-on-the-west-coast-of-sweden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi folks,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a Swedish
girl living in Gothenburg on the West Coast of Sweden. This story is about
what I try to do a few times every summer. First I can tell you all that
I love bondage especially selfbondage. This story is really true and is
about one special occasion during the summer 2000. It is like this, my
parents have a summer cottage on an island, Lyr, just east of Mollösund.
Mollösund is situated about 90 km north of Gothenburg. Mollösund
was a small fisherman’s village but is now mainly for rich people from other
places. There are two restaurants and some shops. One shop sells supplies
for boats. They sell chains and other things, which are necessary for bondage
games…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>