My First Love
By: Nostalgia Black
I knew her long ago, and knew here well.
You might say “she is all grown-up now”. A tall, pale, beauty who never tires of holding her burden high for all to see, while she watches over America from the East to the West and bring hope to all who see her. Doing her part to make our country great.
But I knew her when we were both much younger. Our relationship began when I was but a toddler, hiding behind my mother’s skirts.
She gave me the assurance that I’d needed.
To run, to explore, to live…
To laugh, to enjoy and to know. She gave me a freedom I had never known.
I was free to be me!
But one day she asked me, “Do you love me?”
And I looked away guiltily, knowing that soon I would leave her for another.
In fact there were two. Similar, but different.
One would play tricks and dare me to do ridiculous things, while the other reassured me that we were all having fun.
With every dare that I’d completed, I was rewarded with giggles, while the scantily clad sisters would dance about, seductively, occasionally taking off their tops and tossing them at me playfully, then covering up their breasts as they ran away laughing!
I was fascinated by them and mesmerized by their beauty as well. And so I always followed behind!
Until one day I had met one truly more astonishing.
It happened one day shortly after the twins ran away. I followed them into the woods, only to find myself lost.
Eventually I stumbled upon a road that was overgrown with weeds. As I was deciding in which direction I would take, I heard a very strong woman’s voice, which was both smooth and cold like silk sheets on a bed that has not yet been slept in.
“I see you are lost”, she said. “Take my hand and I will guide you”.
As I turned around, my breath caught in my throat.
Standing before me was a woman more fair than I had ever seen. Her facial features were stern, but remarkable as well.
I was in awe by the way the wind would blow through her gown, revealing her voluptuous curves, and the generous mound at the apex of her thighs.
I could tell by the bounce of her breasts and the nipples protruding from them that she wore no garments underneath.
But what had me perplexed was not the long, dark scarf she wore over her eyes as a blindfold, but rather that I took her hand and let her lead the way!
Along the way we had discussed many things, including God, the country and the laws of the land.
I had forgotten all about the twins and to be honest: this woman was so righteous that I wanted to be with her forever.
After what felt like minutes, but could’ve been hours, we came to a bland looking building. My lady pulled a scale from under her robe while a masculine, corpulent woman in blue approached us.
My lady said, “What’s right is right and must be done. Our time has come to pass so I leave you here with Jezebel until we meet again”.
And with that, Jezebel slammed shackles around my wrists and ankles. Then she led me to the front door of the building. I turned around but my lady was nowhere to be seen.
I was then led down a very long corridor where I could hear various screams, diabolical laughter and insidious moaning, scraping and banging.
Oh, the constant banging!
The farther we traveled, the louder it got.
Finally, we came to a door.
“What is this?” I asked.
“This is your home”, she said as she pushed me inside and locked the door from the outside. Inside the room I found everything I needed to survive; a sink, a toilet, a bed, some clothes, books and even a radio!
Jezebel brings me food and let’s me shower 3 times a week. Sometimes if I’m good, she’ll even give me extra food. It’s been 12 long years and things are going great between Jezebel and I.
I belong to her now.
And even though she gives me everything I need, I can’t help but to feel like I’m missing something. I just can’t…
As I lay on my hard mat and stare at the ceiling, I glance at the lightbulb and it burns a pulsating, red and yellow dot into my retinas and I’m reminded of a girl I used to know.