I’d just put my rucksack in the corner and taken my jacket off when I heard the outer door shut, then the inner door opened and as I looked Alan was...locking the door.I walked over to him smiling and cupping his cheeks in my hands I kissed him, then pulled away then with my hands on his hips leaned in and his arms were around my neck, our mouths open we snogged. His lips were soft, and our tongues were entwined.As I ran my hands up and down his back for a few moments I lifted his T shirt over. If it wasn’t for a bottle of high-quality tequila, I doubt we’d ever have come to a consensus. So FTDS was born, and our collaboration began. There were problems: we lived several hours apart, John wrote everything longhand, and never could get the hang of a scanner, so he depended on a family member to email me scans of his work. I’m not retired and have to deal with a job, family, etc. My job requires a fair amount of travel, much of it overseas. Nevertheless, we managed to post a few. .. anything but the click of her handcuffs being unlocked and then removed. Anything but being gently rolled onto her back and taken in his arms as he lay down beside her. Anything but being kissed tenderly and told, "Yes, you're forgiven, princess," and then kissed again.Marie had to duck her head, faintly ashamed at the thought of him seeing how powerfully he affected her emotions. She nuzzled her cheek against his warm chest and tried to blink back her tears. Would there ever come a day when. Myleather collar had been chained to the iron bed head and one of my wrists wasalso chained and cuffed to the top of the bed. I always slept in chains eventhough my cell door was kept locked. If he was displeased with me he wouldchain me up in a spread-eagle position with my wrists and ankles cuffed to thefour corners of the bed. Sometimes if he was feeling really nasty, he wouldremove the mattress and chain me semi-naked to the exposed bed springs. I didn?tget much sleep those nights lying.