<?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>Caught: M-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/caught-m-f/</link><description>Recent content in Caught: M-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/caught-m-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Flatmates</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/flatmates/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/flatmates/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You are alone in the flat, naked. You are sitting at the bottom of the
large bed, ready to begin. For long you have prepared for this adventure,
making sure that you will be alone, secretly collecting the equipment hidden
in your room and concealing your preparations. The ceiling fixtures are
normally used to hang decorations, and nobody has remarked on their unusual
positioning. The bed was more difficult, but a cover conceals the fittings
from the casual eye. It was hardest to conceal your rings from the interested
eyes of your flatmates, but normally you wear other, less obtrusive jewellery,
so you are sure they do not suspect, even though it is hard to conceal
such things from two young, attractive and obviously very interested men.
They will certainly not need that kind of encouragement.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>