Enchantingly Captivated (Pt1)
Girl falls wildly in love with her prisoner guard.
"Beautiful raindrops dances in the melting sunlighting as my heartbeats, everytime Kashu enters upon me."
Darlene gleamed out through the window, the cool breeze of the ocean sending hints of sprays towards her. Vast blue waves of seas surrounded her. What was she in here for again, she pondered almost mindlessly. The excitement of the tropical Island and its enchanting beauty, mysterious loneliness did not deter her from windsurfing closer to the private resort despite the direct commands of the coastguard. She remembered the amazed face of her friends as she dared lingered into the prohibited waters. Smirking, she sighed, never expecting herself to end up in a prison, whose interior were so splendidly designed reflecting the external beauty of the environment.
It wouldn't be long before her friends would pay for her release, but did she really want to be away from this magnificent place? Her prison guard was tauntingly handsome with piercing grey eyes, the same shade as hers. It was like gazing into a mirror and be mesmerized by an almost familiar reflection.
She wanted him, his arms around her, his soothing and reassuring yet firm and almost dangerously strict voice to whisper to her. Could he sense her desire as well? He revealed nothing except an act of duty towards her. In fact, he looked as though he wanted to smack her for wasting his time, when he probably would have been doing other things. What exactly would that have been though? Casually, she made a list of activities in her head, almost laughing at it's absurdity.
"Darling, we have brought your dinner". She faced him, he Intoxicated with his strange musky scent. She waved her hand to the table, in a gesture for him to rest the platter down. He strolled towards her hesitantingly, unable to predict her animal instincts, puzzled by her accent.
"It's Darlene, not darling." She purred, hand reaching up to his cheek, wishing desperately he could read her mind. But a native to this foreign land, it would be quite a while before he could percieve her. She hoped over and over again. "But you, senor can surely address me as dar-ling" She slurred over her the last syllable mimicking him.
Darlene gleamed out through the window, the cool breeze of the ocean sending hints of sprays towards her. Vast blue waves of seas surrounded her. What was she in here for again, she pondered almost mindlessly. The excitement of the tropical Island and its enchanting beauty, mysterious loneliness did not deter her from windsurfing closer to the private resort despite the direct commands of the coastguard. She remembered the amazed face of her friends as she dared lingered into the prohibited waters. Smirking, she sighed, never expecting herself to end up in a prison, whose interior were so splendidly designed reflecting the external beauty of the environment.
It wouldn't be long before her friends would pay for her release, but did she really want to be away from this magnificent place? Her prison guard was tauntingly handsome with piercing grey eyes, the same shade as hers. It was like gazing into a mirror and be mesmerized by an almost familiar reflection.
She wanted him, his arms around her, his soothing and reassuring yet firm and almost dangerously strict voice to whisper to her. Could he sense her desire as well? He revealed nothing except an act of duty towards her. In fact, he looked as though he wanted to smack her for wasting his time, when he probably would have been doing other things. What exactly would that have been though? Casually, she made a list of activities in her head, almost laughing at it's absurdity.
"Darling, we have brought your dinner". She faced him, he Intoxicated with his strange musky scent. She waved her hand to the table, in a gesture for him to rest the platter down. He strolled towards her hesitantingly, unable to predict her animal instincts, puzzled by her accent.
"It's Darlene, not darling." She purred, hand reaching up to his cheek, wishing desperately he could read her mind. But a native to this foreign land, it would be quite a while before he could percieve her. She hoped over and over again. "But you, senor can surely address me as dar-ling" She slurred over her the last syllable mimicking him.
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