<?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>F2lovedoll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f2lovedoll/</link><description>Recent content in F2lovedoll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f2lovedoll/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Perfect Position</title><link>/stories/2007/12/04/perfect-position/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/12/04/perfect-position/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As usual in the morning yesterday, my husband cuddled against me as he started to stir, but this morning would be a little different. I snuck off to the bathroom, freshened up, brushed my teeth and my hair, and snuck back into bed. I had decided what I wanted as soon as I woke and felt his hardness pressing innocently into my back; I wanted to have a day of fun! I told my husband exactly what I wanted; for him to make me do anything HE wanted all day long and I didn’t want to have to leave the house, that was pretty much the last thing I did yesterday, that I had not been ordered to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>