Lying on my bed, naked, with the softness of a fur blanket beneath me and the mirror in front of me, and I realized how beautiful I was. And how much I missed you. I wanted to see your face in that mirror, too. But it wasn't there. I was alone on that bed, alone in my heartache. Turning the lights off, I thought of all the times we've spent together and the way your flesh felt against mine. Oh, Master, how I miss you.
Sasha stood in front of the mirror, examining her figure. Mostly the curves of her rather small breasts, slamming her shoulders back, trying to force a sexier figure. Messing with her hair, she turned away, giving up. There go my dreams of being beautiful, she thought.
Pulling on a drab t-shirt and loose jeans, she reached up to her bare neck. Tears came to her eyes at the thought of her Master, out there, somewhere without her. She quickly tied a scarf around her neck to make herself feel a little less naked.
Sasha was just sitting down to eat a little breakfast before going to her class when she heard the clock strike ten. She rushed out the door in such a frenzy she didn't even look to see who was on the other side.
"Oh, I'm so sorry-Jason?" She looked up, recognizing those deep brown eyes. Could it be him? His lips curled just a little at the sight of her looking up at him in wonder. He placed his hand on her cheek. "Hello Sasha," he whispered into her lips. Sasha turned her head before he could kiss her and tried to push past him.
"I really need to get to my class." She didn't need him distracting her right now, when she had finally managed to push him out of her mind entirely. Well, almost.
