I breathe for the first time.
My lashes flutter open. I see light and hear birds in a delicious symphony. A gentle voice tells me to come toward the light I see. I’m lying in a blanket of glorious green leaves in a hollow in the ground. I sit up slowly and the heat of the sun embraces my new body as I rise out of the earth.
The heavy, sweet scent of blooms perfume the warm breeze drifting into my nostrils. An unknown force lifts me to my feet and I shakily stand. I’m alive. I have the breath of Life living in me.
“This is the world I’ve made for you,” the kindly voice whispers in the breeze around me. “This is yours. I give it to you.”
Fruit trees line the path the voice is leading me on. I pick a bunch of small fruit and I pop one into my mouth. The exquisite taste nourishes me. Just one bite and I close my eyes and relish it.
Love. Love. Love. I can feel the word. Hear the word. See the word. Smell the word.
It embodies what this magnificent place is. This is my home. This was made for me. All I know is this bliss.
“I made you. You are a precious gift to the gift I am giving you,” the voice warmly speaks to me.
I’m a gift.
There are other creatures here. The place is brimming with other intricate life forms. The breath of Life abounds here.
The Creator shows me flowers of every color. Shows me water to drink.
I look at my reflection in a pool the Creator has led me to and I smile. I’m unique. I am different than all the other creatures. I have hands, and feet, legs that curve and a body with soft curves everywhere. My breasts are like twin pieces of fruit, round and luscious with rose colored nipples in their centers.
“Come meet the one I made you for,” my Creator tells me.
In a clearing, standing and facing a beautiful lake is the most beautiful thing in the entire garden that I’ve yet seen. His beauty renders me speechless. He is like me only different in the most complimenting of ways. I hold my breath for the first time since my existence. I love the beauty of this creature. His back is indented with strong muscles. He stands tall and solid, staring out over the blue of the lake. He’s not soft and curving like I am. He’s solid and angular.
“I saw that you were alone,” the voice calls to him. “You shall be alone no longer. She is here for you and you are here for her.”
My body is heated and wanting. I stare and cannot take my eyes away. He turns slowly. His chest is strong, pectoral muscle evident, abdominal muscle defined in a majestic grid down his waist. Broad shoulders, a chiseled face with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. His hair is dark brown and curls at the ends. Like delicious fruit his loins are bursting with life. I cannot take my eyes off of his loins. They are so different than what is between my legs. My hand rests between my legs and my other hand is on my bosom, which is tingling in arousal for my new mate.
The man steps forward toward me. My heart pounds in my chest, when he rushes to my side. “I am not alone,” He says, sweeping me into his embrace. “I am not alone. You are here. You are mine.”
“Be fruitful and multiply and subdue the earth,” the Creator says. “Find your joy in each other. Find pleasure in each other. Help each other in all you do.”
His breath hot on my face and a grin breaks across his sensual lips. “All the male species in this garden have a female, but I have been alone.”
I smile back at him. “I am yours. You are mine. The Creator told me so.”
“You are so beautiful.” He touches me. Touches my breasts, cups a handful in each of his hands. The pleasurable sensation is enough to make my jaw drop.
“Touch me, my love. Fill me. Love me,” I whisper. My legs part against him and I rub myself on his leg, making his thigh wet with my desire. I can feel his erection pressing into my belly and I moan.
“You are so soft,” he murmurs and his nose move against my neck and then he lowers his lips to my bosom and covers them with kisses. “You are perfect. You are so wonderfully different. You fit me. You complete me.”
“Oh,” I groan. My body responds to this beautiful man. I continue to rub myself against his leg, but my desire is growing, it is directing me to his hard sex. I want to be filled with that throbbing erection. I want him to bury himself deep between my legs in the hollow tight place that for reasons I cannot explain longs to be filled by him.
One of his hands reaches between my legs. “You are perfect for me. Perfect for my own pleasure.”
“You are perfect for my pleasure,” I murmur and grasp his erection in my hand and guide it down toward my wanting place. It’s hard as the trunk of a tree. Hard as bone. I know it will make the aching in my loins cease.
He moans at my touch of him, growls at my need. My mate presses me to the ground. My hips shift underneath him and I feel his hard length slide inside me. How wonderful it feels to be one body with this, my perfect mate.
“You are woman,” the man whispers against my skin. “You are bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh.”
I grasp his buttocks in my hands and bring him deeper inside me. He rocks back and forth against me, his heat burning inside my heat. I roll my hips once more underneath him. Something above my wet opening is constantly being hit by his pubic bone. It’s becoming too much to bear. My eyes close and I cry out as my body convulses beneath him. Heat and pleasurable tremors wash over my body. I can feel it all the way to the tips of my toes. I can feel my sex swallowing at his erection as it contracts around him. He continues to thrust, each of his thrusts keeps this pleasure going. I hold onto him with wonder, not wanting to let him go. Finally I cannot move any longer. I am sated. I fall into a euphoric state of mind as I watch him hump me hard. He finds a similar release as I’ve just found, crying out in ecstasy and holding my hips into place. It’s all so new. So wonderful. He falls next to me on the soft blanket of grass we’ve just joined as one on. I am happy to be with him. Happy to have given him pleasure. I thank the Creator for giving us the ability to join and exchange this bond. I am happy we will never be alone.
Blondie’s Note: I do not claim this is how it happened. I ask that you forgive me for taking any artistic liberties. The idea of the meeting of the first man and woman made for each other, no shame, just knowing they were meant to be, is intriguing to me. There is not a lot of information in the Bible regarding their relationship before the fall (or after), however this series of writings is based on their story. I hope you enjoy it for what it is, a story based on the Biblical Adam and Eve.
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