<?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>Limo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/limo/</link><description>Recent content in Limo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/limo/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Confessions of a Teenage Bondage Slut 3: Prom Night</title><link>/stories/2012/06/11/confessions-of-a-teenage-bondage-slut-3-prom-night/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/11/confessions-of-a-teenage-bondage-slut-3-prom-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="confessionsteenagebondageslut2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions of a Teenage Bondage Slut 2: The Playdate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Prom Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hello again! Many girls spend their entire high school careers eagerly anticipating their prom night. Many even more anxiously await the night that begins once the evening ends – everyone knows girls “put out” at prom. Prior to my junior year, I really didn’t have much of an opinion one way or the other about it. I hadn’t had a serious boyfriend in my life up to that point, and never felt that it was worth all the fuss and bother. After I met my boyfriend, however, I slightly warmed to the idea of prom, if only as yet another outlet for our sexual… adventures.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>