<?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>Elbowtie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/elbowtie/</link><description>Recent content in Elbowtie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/elbowtie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sunday Church</title><link>/stories/2018/11/04/sunday-church/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/04/sunday-church/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;So my guy and I have this thing about (occasionally) doing things that could really get us in
trouble - gives life some excitement. This is one of those stories.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My guy and I regularly chat about our sex life, and if we have any cravings, fantasies that we
want to live out, things like that. It had been a few months since we did any “dangerous”
bondage activities, and honestly I missed it. Don’t get me wrong, I get tied up on a very regular
basis, and I absolutely love it. But there’s something about the thrill, however small it may be, of
getting caught that can totally bring it up a notch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>