<?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>Cock Ring on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cock-ring/</link><description>Recent content in Cock Ring on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cock-ring/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sharing</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jake woke from a rather strange dream to find himself in an even stranger reality. He lay face down on a soft surface that he assumed was his bed. Assumed because he couldn’t see to be sure. Something covered his head, making vision impossible. Nor could he ask. Something that felt suspiciously like tape sealed his lips closed, allowing only humming noises to emerge.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sharing</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/sharing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jake woke from a rather strange dream to find himself in an even stranger reality. He lay face down on a soft surface that he assumed was his bed. Assumed because he couldn’t see to be sure. Something covered his head, making vision impossible. Nor could he ask. Something that felt suspiciously like tape sealed his lips closed, allowing only humming noises to emerge.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>