<?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>Woodenpony on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/woodenpony/</link><description>Recent content in Woodenpony on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/woodenpony/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jessica's Pony Ride</title><link>/stories/2016/05/28/jessicas-pony-ride/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/28/jessicas-pony-ride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice&amp;rsquo;s Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>