Dear diary,

I'm from an aristocratic family. Most people call me a girly girl or the black Elle Woods. I'm not trying to sound cocky but I think that I look better than Elle Woods. I'm well known for my classically feminine taste in clothing. I have an affinity for all things lacy, frilly, pink and white. When I wear clothes, I want to feel like a princess. Enough about me, allow me to get to my point. As I live a lifestyle fit for a princess of course I have had my eye on my Prince Charming. An exquisite creature with soulful eyes, a delicately gentle face and a slender build. My bedroom window overlooks a large meadow where I see him horseback riding in the distance. As I brush my long curly locks, I often wonder if he can see me from my window. His name is Kakeru and he is the son and heir of a powerful Japanese company. He is just as handsome as he is aloof. There is much gossip about this young gentleman due to his popularity with females because of his angelic face. His lack of interest in girls is a common rumor but perhaps that is because he hasn't met me yet. I first laid eyes upon him at a party that I attended. Once he arrived there was much commotion from the female guests. He seemed not to notice any of it. From that day on, I set my sights on this handsome stranger.

One day I was strolling in the park when I spotted him sleeping in the park surrounding by a group of obnoxious ruffians I presumed were his friends. As I walked closer to them I heard fragments of their vulgar conversation about sleeping with the country maidens for "practice". I silently cursed myself for wearing heels that day for I had to walk much slower, for fear of falling. He really did look angelic sleeping there with his raven hair falling in his eyes. He looked like an angel in the company of inferior beings. Today was not a good day to make my approach.

Finally the encounter I was looking for arrived. I was out in the forests on the outskirts of the city bathing. The sweltering heat makes one want to lounge around and look for ways to escape it. But some summer evenings you do things you would never do other times of the year. So there I was bathing in the lake, letting the sun kiss my golden-brown skin. Soon I felt eyes on me. I turned around to see leaves rustle but no one was in sight.

"Who's there?" I called out. No one answered so I quickly put on my white sundress and walked towards where I heard the rustling. Much to my relief it was Kakeru sitting under a tree looking flustered. I didn't know whether his cheeks and ears had turned rosy due to the summer heat or the heat of desire.

"Were you spying on me just now?"

He averted his gaze. "I'd rather not say."

"Don't worry, the answer will be a secret between you and I." I tried my best to hide my elation. I finally had Kakeru where I wanted him, at my mercy.

"I was afraid you'd say that."

He really was a man of few words. I tried my best to look displeased.

"Just tell me, did you invade my privacy? I have a right as a possibly dishonored lady to know."

"Naturally, I took a peek." Kakeru blushed and looked away. "You hardly seem embarrassed about it."

I stepped closer and cupped his supple face in my hands.

"I won't tell a soul what happened here. But as a punishment for you peeking at me I want you to meet me in my bed chambers tomorrow evening."

I let my hands fall away from his delightful face.

"What if I get caught?"

The troubled look on his face was adorable.

"You won't get caught." I smiled and said with the utmost confidence.

Why did I ask him to come tomorrow night? The anticipation is killing me. I have a confession to make, the things I want to do to Kakeru are far from innocent. I know it's selfish but I want him more than I've wanted anything else. I want to toy with him a while. I want him to be my toy, my prisoner. To obey my every whim. I want to experience every inch of Kakeru. My desire for him consumes me.

The next night finally arrived. I shooed the maids away by saying that I was not feeling well and wanted to be left alone. I expected them to come back with a cup of tea but they were finally gone. I sighed in relief that I was finally getting some privacy. I knew I'd have fun this night and the warmth and wetness was growing between my legs in anticipation. Sure enough in the wee hours of the night I heard a knock on the door. I opened it silently and let my prisoner in. I motioned for him to sit on the bed.

"So you have been watching me brush my hair in the evenings. I didn't tell you where I stayed."

"What do you want with me?"

He seemed nervous, but his soft-spoken voice was still alluring to me.

"Your punishment for spying on me won't be painful," I told him. I was trying to reassure him. " As you might know, my name is Amelie."

"Just call me Kakeru." He said as he sat silently on the bed.

Hey at least I was getting him to open up a bit. I instructed him to lay back on the bed. I must admit that I am fond of shy guys. It takes more effort to get them to open up to you. But, when they do it can be rewarding sometimes.

"Your punishment is to spend the night with me for three nights and you must do whatever I say. Is that clear?"

"That's hardly a punishment."

"Is that clear?"

"Yes, my lady."

We sat in silence for a few moments till he spoke, "This is a strange situation to be in."

"Stranger things have happened on a summer night."

"You've read too many fairy tales."

"Ah, you're the logical type."

"Kakeru, do you find me attractive?"

"Uh..." He fidgeted a little.

"You saw me naked didn't you?"

"If you must know it was mostly from behind but of course I thought you looked beautiful."

"I see..."

I turned to face him and lightly traced a finger down his cheek. He was incredibly handsome. I let my fingers roam through his hair which was as soft as it looked. His body stiffened a bit so I planted small kisses on his neck. A soft groan escaped his lips as I wandered to his collar bone. His honey colored skin was smooth as silk. I cupped his face as I looked at him. Even in the moonlight I could see his smoldering bedroom eyes. I straddled him as I kissed his perfect lips. Then I got up as I heard him groan in protest.

"Undress me," I commanded.

"But..."

"You heard me."

He stood up and his fingers slowly undid the silk ribbon that held my lavender dress against my body. Everywhere his fingers touched my skin burned. Once the ribbon was loosened he began kissing the back of my neck as he held me from behind. I gasped and let out a sigh of pleasure. His lips roamed over my shoulder and even the small of my back.

"Finish undressing me," I pleaded.

"Not yet," he whispered huskily as he nibbled on my earlobe.

I realized I had lost control over him as he continued his ministrations. He threw me on the bed and undid the front of my dress. I could feel myself getting wetter as he made a trail between my breasts to my navel with his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair as I arched my back. We made out all night until we fell asleep in each others arms.

We arose early in the morning at sunrise to be exact. He smiled at me looking even more angelic than usual. I was disappointed that we didn't go as far as I would have liked but he didn't seem to mind. Suddenly he held me for awhile.

"Amelie, why would you be in such a rush to be intimate with a stranger?"

He looked at me quizzically.

"Damn he is perceptive," I thought.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," I answered weakly.

"You naughty girl, when were you going to tell me that?" He ruffled my hair playfully.

"How fortunate that I am a gentleman. You could have gotten taken advantage of out there skinny dipping by yourself. It's a wonder someone as lovely as you could still be a virgin."

He had seen through my plan, I really wanted to seduce a guy this summer so I could lose my virginity. I was in my twenties living a sheltered life in my parent's mansion. I was very curious about sex. I didn't care if I was in love or not. It may be selfish but I also wanted to be the one in control. I almost felt guilty for dragging Kakeru into this. He seemed like such a gentleman.

He kissed me on the cheek and bade me farewell. I almost thought I saw a look of longing in his eyes.

I giggled into my pillow, maybe he is falling for me.