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      <title>Jennifer&#39;s Journey</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one that I worte about eight years ago, and hasn&amp;rsquo;t seen the light of day for many years. I thought it was about time it got an airing, so hope you enjoy it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer was not looking forward to the bus journey home that Friday evening. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and the long journey home was not a pleasant one at the best of times. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise to leave the office and find her husband&amp;rsquo;s car waiting outside the door. Jennifer slid into the passenger seat, given Malcolm a peck on the check as she did. &amp;ldquo;To what do I owe this honour?&amp;rdquo; she enquired sarcastically, as he guided the car out into the heavy traffic. She noticed that he had not turned in the direction of home.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Jennifer&#39;s Journey: The Reality</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Jennifer&amp;rsquo;s Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. For those who have never read it, the story can be found here &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show&#34;&gt;http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show&lt;/a&gt;_story.asp/recid/15320.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed._&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Sleep Night, Sleep Tight</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This started out as the kernel of an idea for a potential video/photo shoot which I would like to put together. Putting things on paper, and following the natural progression of a bondage scene, helps me recognise what will and won&amp;rsquo;t work before the camera rolls. The back story is fictional, but I have drawn on inspiration from several people I have talked to and pieces of equipment that I have, or would like to make, to allow this to happen. Finally, please bear in mind that this is written by a Brit. Our language and spelling is slightly different from the American version of our shared language.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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