<?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>Wooded Pony on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wooded-pony/</link><description>Recent content in Wooded Pony on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/wooded-pony/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Electric Pony Ride</title><link>/stories/2011/07/31/my-electric-pony-ride/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/31/my-electric-pony-ride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Piacere. I am a 30 year female masochist. This is my first attempt to write about one of my experiences. It is the true story of a recent adventure&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I almost got bucked off last night. I rode the electric pony until I don’t remember getting off—figuratively and literally.
My friend Q is very good with his hands. He also can build and make some very imaginative toys and ‘furniture’. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>