<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Bite My Blogger]]></title><description><![CDATA[Bite My Blogger]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/home</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2026 19:23:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Whisper of Autumn]]></title><description><![CDATA[Autumn had quietly made herself at home, bringing with her the comforting warmth of golden afternoons and the gentle promise of colder days ahead. In the little corner of the old wooden house, pumpkins of different shapes and sizes had been carefully arranged, each one decorated with delicate patterns rather than the familiar carved faces of Halloween. Their soft cream and deep charcoal colours complemented the rustic surroundings, adding a touch of understated elegance to the season. Beyond...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/the-whisper-of-autumn</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ade356b84fa5b2665a34e4e</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2026 17:07:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_273840b010594fa696abd02d05fbf6de~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where Time Stood Still]]></title><description><![CDATA[Over the years, the water had slowly crept inland, swallowing the ground around the old, dilapidated buildings. What had once been dry pathways and well-trodden tracks were now lost beneath the gentle ripples, leaving behind crumbling walls, boarded-up windows and the remnants of a place that had once been full of life. Wooden walkways had been built to connect one area to another, their uneven, weathered planks stretching across the shallow water, allowing passage between buildings that had...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/where-time-stood-still</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ade105ff3061d4640f323bb</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2026 14:33:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_7876e461cb004e64ad997e49e47c5552~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Trust Is Never Taken. It's Given.]]></title><description><![CDATA[She surrendered herself to the ropes, her body gracefully arched, her wrists bound above her head. Every knot had been carefully placed, every movement an expression of the trust she had willingly given him. Vulnerable yet unafraid, she found an unexpected freedom in relinquishing control, knowing that her safety and wellbeing remained his responsibility. He sat quietly, watching her with a calm, commanding presence. There was no need for words, no need to assert his authority. She had...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/trust-is-never-taken-it-s-given</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6adca472ac7717341b0dc40a</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2026 12:39:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_55bc71ead73047efb90d4c9dab43cf08~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Detention!]]></title><description><![CDATA[Detention. Again. The last of the evening sunlight spilled through the tall classroom windows, casting long amber shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust drifted lazily through the golden beams, while the faint scent of chalk, old books and polished wood lingered in the still air. Somewhere beyond the classroom, footsteps echoed along the deserted corridor before fading into nothingness. The heavy door had closed behind her with a decisive click, leaving her alone with the Professor and...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/detention</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ad4fa05700e63f30e43ecc1</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2026 17:04:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_4552494a1ea14e3fa521371f91bef102~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_909,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Midnight Society]]></title><description><![CDATA[Behind an unmarked door, far from the noise and expectations of the outside world, existed The Midnight Society. A secret club created for gentlemen who understood that some desires were better explored in shadows. Membership was whispered about rather than advertised, invitations were rare, and what happened beneath its warm amber lights remained known only to those privileged enough to cross its threshold. The Midnight Society had only one rule: if you entered, you left your certainty at...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/the-midnight-society</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ab957ddb3e7c80b455a580b</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 16:54:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_94330d90796945ca88b13067544906df~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_909,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Nook]]></title><description><![CDATA[At the very bottom of the garden, hidden beyond the trees and tangled autumn leaves, sat a little nook that felt as though it belonged to another world. It wasn’t grand or perfect, but that was part of its charm. The old wooden steps creaked beneath your feet, the little lamps glowed warmly beside the door, and once inside, the noise of everything else seemed to disappear. It became their place to escape to when life felt too loud. A place for quiet conversations, stolen kisses, cups of...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/the-nook</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aafdc7ced85621288bd34d1</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2026 14:09:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_dcb198475a2741d2959e20657f89d5e3~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_981,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Happy Ending]]></title><description><![CDATA[The room was warm and quiet, lit by the soft amber glow filtering through the bamboo. He lay face-down on the massage table, finally allowing the tension in his shoulders to melt beneath her hands. What had begun as a perfectly ordinary massage slowly took on a more playful atmosphere, the lingering touches, the knowing smile when he glanced back at her, and the unmistakable chemistry neither of them was pretending not to notice. By the time the massage was over, relaxation wasn’t the only...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/the-happy-ending</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aae82ccfc1b448c3a7a936f</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2026 12:58:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_9b354a721b8b4da8b5cda34f117195e9~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_909,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[He Came for the Show, Stayed for Her]]></title><description><![CDATA[He tells himself he comes back for the show, but he knows that stopped being true a long time ago. There are other women, other stages, other nights, but somehow, his attention always finds her. He pays to watch the same woman dance because there is something about her quiet confidence that fascinates him. It isn't possession or some unhealthy need to know everything about her; it's admiration. He likes watching the woman who rarely says much command an entire room without needing to say a...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/he-came-for-the-show-stayed-for-her</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a95743c21ca4b8be96a59ba</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2026 12:41:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_45cdd9e5aac14ea5b1c5be0388a05e6b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What's the Capital of Sweden?]]></title><description><![CDATA[The basement was cold, but never cruel. 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While others struggled to keep pace, she seemed to anticipate every word, capturing his thoughts with remarkable speed and precision. As his secretary, she understood not only what he said, but how he thought. Every meeting, every letter, every carefully worded instruction flowed effortlessly from his mind to her fingertips, creating a rhythm between them that made the office run with quiet efficiency. Dictation became more than an administrative...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/dick-tation</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a67489c388acffd1e3adc3d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2026 12:10:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_e6d5e7ca5a3445e48c32d36950c2a92f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_909,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Aftercare]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Dominant's responsibility does not end when a scene is over. 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Once built to roam open waters, it now rested in silence, worn and forgotten, its strength hidden beneath the scars left by time. There are moments in life when we, too, find ourselves much the same. The weight of disappointment can leave us...]]></description><link>https://erin-mercury.wixsite.com/bitemyblogger/post/run-aground</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a54abe32c89208b6d4a3a3d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2026 09:21:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/313af8_74ec0d6926694c788eb40e0d3639f0cd~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_909,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fudge Placebo</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wildflowers]]></title><description><![CDATA[They had dreamed of escaping the noise for years, and when they found the little cabin tucked away amongst towering pines and a meadow bursting with wildflowers, they knew it was the one. It wasn't grand or luxurious, but it felt like it had been waiting just for them. 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