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Garden of Earthly Delights [Part I] 🪱

Kelly was 22 the first time she tried it, or anything like it. Perhaps it was the dullness of every sexual experience in which she had engaged since separating, acrimoniously, from her fiancé last summer. Her fault, perhaps, for submitting so readily to people she neither liked nor found attractive. She had sought out unremarkable experiences very purposefully because remarkable experiences, she reasoned, were something that she had experienced and associated with him - it would have felt... profane to even attempt to attain that level of pleasure with someone else.

And so she grew weary of any sort of male attention, eventually becoming reclusive. She would leave her small flat for groceries and engage with the few people who lived within a mile or so of her home - shopkeepers, a woman who she often saw walking her dog along the canal, the postman (if she was up early enough). But she had few friends and frequently neglected to make plans with those who still kept in contact with her.

Her life was, from day to day, lived within four walls, somewhat happily but lacking in the vitality that he had ignited within her. And lacking, it seemed, the ability to achieve physical pleasure by herself.

She tried, daily, to arouse herself, with her fingers, with toys, with whatever she could find in the house but within a minute or two her mind had drifted to more mundane matters and she was no longer possessed of the urgency to bring herself to a state of arousal.

Once summer had come around, she took to her garden and resolved to decorate it in every colour of flower that she could find. She dedicated May, June and July to the upkeep and arrangement of her garden and made it a sanctuary and somewhere in which she might bloom again.

Slowly and steadily she allowed the world outside to be a part of herself once again. And yet in this time she had rarely thought of sex and certainly not of men.

One evening, sat out in her garden with the sun setting, she idly dragged her bare toes back and forth in the soil, where she had been digging weeds. Without warning, something thrashed at her feet and coiled in the grass, causing her to pull back and instinctively brush at her feet with her hands.

She squinted at the creature, a small worm, still squirming in the sun. She had never feared worms but was always rather wary of handling them - something about the softness and the coolness and the unpredictability of their movements.

This worm, however, almost seemed to dance in the sun, in a manner that fascinated Kelly and compelled her to pick it up between her thumb and index finger.

She held it closer, inspecting it, watching as it writhed in her hand...

What she did next surprised her yet felt entirely natural. She lay back, drowsily in the sun and lifting her top over her belly, placed the creature on her stomach. It seemed to move more slowly here, perhaps somehow contented against her skin, so she gently pushed at it until it began crawling over her once again.

This time, its serpentine movements made her flesh prick up in goose pimples and her toes curl as she took a sharp intake of breath.

She let it wriggle gently over her skin and every time it appeared to be moving off her body, she picked it up and placed it back in the same spot, again and again, until eventually she moved the creature a little lower, to the top of her underwear, where it pushed at the cotton, and further down between her legs.

To be continued....

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