As one looks out of the window on a dull, grey and mirky afternoon, watching the wet crystal droplets racing down the clear glass pane, she inhales deeply allowing a long sigh escape as she thinks about how much she misses her Master. Yearning to be in his strong arms, to feel his touch, inhale his scent and feel his love in a more personal way. His soft,yet masculine voice making her melt into submission, his gentle eyes making her heart pound with love and wanton to be pleasing to such a true, honest, caring, loving Master such as he.
The internet is good for the first *getting to know* stages but after that she craves for more. Feeling a little lost unable to see him, hear him, touch him.
As she looks out of the water covered window, her heart and mind craving for more of the *reality* she wonders if the rain will ever stop, will the sun shine, will her heart be bright and burn with desire once again.
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