Autonomy

She slid into the world quietly and unassuming. The tear from her warm liquid pocket was nothing short of shocking but she would adjust. With silent awe she had discovered new things over the last few months. In the short time of consciousness, she found satisfaction in suckling on the smooth softness of her own bits later to be named 'fingers.' She exploded in joy each time her chest jolted from hiccups. Her heart smiled from the deliciousness of stretching her growing form. So, being evicted from her bed of ten months was a bit overwhelming yet a delightful experience of adventure.

The air upon her damp skin was biting. The small cavern she had nested in for all that time had been a hug warmed by her own existence. The space outside was much roomier but she knew in time she would warm it with the sheer brilliance of her movement through it. How long would it take her? She cared not; she had no real concept of time. Everything was done at her leisure, for her enjoyment and discovery. Her electrified body stretched out in anticipation of touching, tasting, and hearing the much bigger womb she had just entered; and when the stunning emotion got the better of her, she inhaled.

The noise moved about her and she struggled to take everything in. Her ears strained to catch all the sounds which were much more than hub-dub hub-dub that always accompanied her. The hub-dub hub-dub that woke her from her dreams and lulled her to sleep. The hub-dub hub-dub that spoke to her in a language she would later discover was a secret that everyone forgets. But these new sounds? They were fantastic! They startled her and screamed at her from every direction but she attached to them with an emotion best described as love.

She was enjoying this new awakening. Only moments before she was snuggling into the sloshy comfort of her home to dream; and now she was too excited to sleep. The bigness overcame her so much that she barely noticed the swelling pain from her inhale. She also found that deliriously fascinating. She was swimming in pure bliss.

Until the push of largeness on her body surprised her. The jostling was joined with noise and roughness on her skin. A jet of cold invisbleness shoved itself into the holes that had before only allowed in the liquid warmth that had surrounded her in the darkness. She wanted to move from it. She tried to close herself to the intruder but found herself against a hardness she had never experienced before. She could do nothing but flail her tiny limbs in protest to it and allow it to enter and leave her frame at its will. There was a force of brightness into the tender spots on her face that had never been used. A stinging wet pain shoved into them. The excited love from moments before was quickly streaming out of her from her invaded orbits. The uncomfortable push and pull on her created a new sensation as her body shook with a desire to escape into the dark protectiveness of the pillow she had known. She feared. She wanted nothing more of this rape upon her body, her senses, her emotions. This capture of her. She only wanted to retreat back to her comfort and her anonymous identity. She sensed she lost the safety of her own time, her way of absorbing the new; and she wailed.

Comments

[Naomi]

Thank you, Ivette. :-)

[Ivette01]

I've always said you are great writing, and here's another piece that proves it! :)

[Naomi]

Thank you, Lori. I have this constant craving to write that has been growing larger. It's always been there but for some reason I would repress the need. Alot of trepidation. But since the conception of my blogs, I'm letting loose the valve holding all that back. It feels good. And it's not such a bad feeling to write and actually be proud of it.

What you've mentioned about my writing? I can't even verbalize those goals seriously. I may joke. I may say it lightly. I may dream but to seriously say it is scary. Still alot of fear that some of the people out there that I consider awesome authors/writers would click their tongues, shake their heads, and laugh at my loftiness.

[Lori]

I don't often give praise of this nature, but this is damn good writing! Not just blog writing, but writing period. Naomi, you've got talent, and I'd be disappointed if you didn't realize this talent and write books for the rest of the world to read.

And if I must, I'll beg you to start writing professionally. ;-p