The Faces of Alice: Part Two

Alice could not stop thinking about Dina. The breakup ripped through her. She picked up the phone and called a crisis line. Ellen answered. They met, and Alice admitted everything—that she wanted Dina back, that her parents never raised her to be a lesbian. Ellen listened, then asked if she had ever considered the sacred power of women together. She told Alice about her circle, where they invoked old rituals for love and strength. Alice said she needed to become the woman Dina could not resist. Later, alone in bed, she read about calling on Aphrodite. She closed her eyes imagining the ritual, the candles, the bodies, the force that would pull Dina back. Sleep took her. A woman stepped from gold light. Naked, hair like sunlight, skin glowing with desire. Aphrodite touched Alice’s lips. Alice whispered for power, beauty, the ability to claim what she had lost. Aphrodite offered a pact: first, give pleasure to the goddess. Alice opened to the kiss, the teeth grazing her neck, the skillful tongue traveling down. When Aphrodite's mouth found her cunt, the pleasure tore through her until she came shaking, broken open. Later she was on her back while Aphrodite mounted her, their cunts locked, rubbing, slick and relentless. Every roll of the goddess’s hips pushed the desire deeper, until they shattered together, gasping like the source itself had entered the room.