<?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>Cords on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cords/</link><description>Recent content in Cords on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cords/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>An Unexpected Surprise</title><link>/stories/2015/04/10/an-unexpected-surprise/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/10/an-unexpected-surprise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Whilst this story is mostly true, there&amp;rsquo;s just a little creative license in the details, enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Like all things in life, sometimes you have to take the initiative, even if it means taking away your own control. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t. This is one of those stories.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few days ago, on a cold, wet Sunday, I had to clear some land we’d been renting but, with our tenancy up, everything had to go and with no intention of taking our children into the howling wind and rain, I did it all myself, moving a lot of heavy items in the process. On my return, my wife promised that later, she’d give me a rub down and a blow job. Amazingly, I didn’t think anything of it at the time and we went about the rest of our day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>