The 5 hour flight from Los Angeles to New York felt like eternity. I hadn't felt this much excitement in years. My plane landed at 9:45 at night and my back and legs were desperately screaming for a massage. I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone to text my Master and let him know that I had arrived. I gathered my carry-on luggage and began walking to baggage claim.
After a 20 minute hike through JFK, I finally had arrived. I approached the conveyor belt and reached for my luggage when a large hand landed on top of mine from behind.
"Let me help you with that babygirl," I heard a familiar voice whisper.
I jumped in disbelief. It was my Master, standing 6'3 tall. He pulled my hair away from my face and reached down to give me a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine.
...to be continued
Copright 2018 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
After a 20 minute hike through JFK, I finally had arrived. I approached the conveyor belt and reached for my luggage when a large hand landed on top of mine from behind.
"Let me help you with that babygirl," I heard a familiar voice whisper.
I jumped in disbelief. It was my Master, standing 6'3 tall. He pulled my hair away from my face and reached down to give me a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine.
...to be continued
Copright 2018 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
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