<?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>Jodphurs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/jodphurs/</link><description>Recent content in Jodphurs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/jodphurs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Pony Club</title><link>/stories/2015/11/05/pony-club/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/11/05/pony-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a new harness. All broad straps of brown leather with heavy steel buckles. I almost purred as I allowed her to strap it about me. First the collar snug about my throat, then the mass of soft straps that unrolled down about my naked body from that collar. I felt myself shiver as they almost caressed me, curling about my body as their designer had no doubt intended.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>