AFLOAT SEASON 2 E.10

The body says what words cannot.”

— Martha Graham

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Stanley reached out for her as his breath caught in his throat; she had no hair extensions or weaves, not as if she needed any of those fake stuff other women used with hair so silky and magnificent. Their perfection was almost obliterated by the tiny sticks and leaves stuck in them so he ran his fingers gently through the pitch dark tangled tresses, freeing them of the debris and slowly massaging her scalp.

Dapper’s bleary eyes widened briefly before snapping shut. Her trembling body ran cold as if she had been dumped into the village lake very early in the morning at the peak of the harmattan season. She drew in a quick breath as a different level of fear gripped her stricken heart. 

What is he trying to do? Why is he toying with my hair? Was he thinking of? Oh God please! The thought of the scary man forcing himself on her made her already irregular heartbeat to fibrillate uncontrollably. 

I thought you wanted to grab her hair to scare her and inflict pain? A sane part of Stanley queried in a failed attempt to make him ignore his incensed hormones and the dark desires pounding and at the brink of pulling down months of fortification and solid restraints. His glazed eyes watched as his brazen  warm fingers slid down her smooth neck, briefly rested on her tender shoulders before finding their way back into her hair. It was as if they had a mind of their own. His sane thoughts dropped behind as explicit ones of him untying, placing her graceful body on his strong laps and taking away her pains, took over. 

Stanley could hear his heart hammering in his ears and his blood rushing through his veins, re-awakening his slumbering gonads and suddenly he needed her closer. Needed to feel her soft, innocent skin against... what was that?

A beeping sound caught his attention and Stanley paused, forcing his rebelling senses to focus. 

Why does that sound familiar?

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