<?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>W More on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/w-more/</link><description>Recent content in W More on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/w-more/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Guys Next Door</title><link>/stories/2006/08/23/guys-next-door/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/08/23/guys-next-door/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve
been into bondage for many years, mostly frustratingly so, with no partner
because I was afraid of the rejection if I mentioned that I would like to be
tied up or tie up someone. My wife refused to participate the one time I
dare ask her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One
more thing, the couple next door are gay guys. I am not, but . . . .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alone
for a week with my wife on a separate vacation to her mother&amp;rsquo;s home across the
country, and the kids working for the summer at the beach, I decided to have
some fun with self-bondage as I had before marriage. Yup, I remembered
most of the techniques, as few as I had developed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>