<?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>Candle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/candle/</link><description>Recent content in Candle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/candle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Stormy Night</title><link>/stories/2008/11/13/one-stormy-night/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/13/one-stormy-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: Sometimes I see a picture and I almost immediately come up with a story for it so from the &amp;ldquo;A thousand words&amp;rdquo; genre is the picture. (see below)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Erin stumbled in her 6” heels but managed to maintain her balance.  Even if she wanted to take them off, she couldn’t; the padlocks on them saw to that.  She’d started a self bondage session when a streak of lightening and the roll of thunder gave her an idea to add to the thrill.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>