Can all of this really be true? Is Erskine real? My mind spun with beautiful questions from the evening's events. Even though in his world a few days went by, it was only an evening for me. I had heard of mortals taking on fairy lovers but I did not know of any in my time who had and certainly none in my circle. Oh sure we have giggled over fantasies of being seduced by a handsome fey, but really who were we anyway to think we could enter that world. I did not even realize I was blessed with the sight, it is such a rare gift and even those who have it must be allowed to enter their space, their territory. I have only heard rumors, nothing more than urban legend. But now I must ask and learn from people who have been there. Thank god for the internet, for my spiritual circle is not nearly wide enough to find someone.
Beep... "Hello Anne, this is Diana from the forum, you were kind enough to reply to my question, could we meet for coffee tomorrow? You can call or text me back at this number. Blessed be."
I was so nervous I waited all day for the call or text. I busied myself around my home cleaning and cooking for the week. My nervous energy made these rather dull chores go by quicker than I had anticipated so I went to an extra yoga class to take my mind off my new situation. As lovely as it was, I could not bear to be apart from Erskine, but was too afraid to meditate and talk to him before I had more information. I routinely went through each pose, downward dog, goddess, lotus; each one became more tedious than the next. They brought me dangerously close to meditation and my mind back to his stunning face.
I could not help but remember his arms glowing blue and rippled muscles as he held himself up to look down at me. His eyes burned into mine as if he had never seen me before. And the sex, good Lord, I have had sex before, but nothing akin to what I had experienced with Erskine, his long member filled and stretched me to my absolute limits, making me want to cry out in both pain and pleasure, he moved so slowly taking in every inch of my sheath. I watched him look for my pleasure, whispering his adoration.
I felt every bit the goddess, yet so unworthy at the same time. How could he choose me? I would not call myself unattractive, but I am plump and so many men want their women lithe and long. I am earthy, curvy, dark, everything a man looks opposite of, they want ethereal, light, and nymphish. I have had many men comment that I am beautiful, but I know that many of them are only after my body not my soul, not my spirit. Erskine took his time in choosing and watching me. He knew my both my mind and body, he did not have to ask my needs, he could read them on my face.
Oh no I forgot about the last twenty minutes of yoga, meditation?! Would he visit me here? Would he be mad if I went somewhere else? I would take that chance and go to our spot, perhaps he will know to leave me to my thoughts for a bit. He does after all know me so well. I lay down on my mat and listen to our instructor say the words that relax us into our minds.
"Let go of the bad energy in your toes and feet, now relax the muscles of your legs..."
Her words fade out and I am walking down my path, feeling each blade of grass that slips between my toes and imprint themselves on the bottom of my feet. I look around; there is only sun, wind, and all the green life around me. I walk farther and farther down the path, it never seemed so long. Ahh I see the clearing, our clearing. My stomach tenses over the memories of last night, I try to keep calm and focused. The words "breathe in and out" echo in my head from some far away place. I walk, and on a rock on the outside of the circle I see what looks like paper. Is there even paper here? I go to pick it up, but it is shimmering and translucent almost like a hologram. I kneel beside it and begin to read.
