That night as I was lying in my bed… I got to thinking about her again… about good pussy bad pussy… I got to thinking…
What was she all about? Where had she led me and where was she leading me now?
And what about all the trouble she’d gotten me into before? And what about the innocence of her – the not knowing, the not knowing her power, the not knowing her seductiveness…
What was she all about?
And what now?
Where was she leading me?
What was going on?
Why the passion, the longing, the yearning? Why? Why?
I knew I was beautiful, sensual, and voluptuous…I knew she was beautiful, sensual, voluptuous…
I knew she was impossible to resist… I knew I was impossible to resist…
I knew and even liked it. The energy of it, the power of good pussy bad pussy… the wild innocence of her… the magic of her…
What was this power she had, I had?
Where did it come from?
What did it mean?
Where was she going?
Why was I the center of this force field?
Why did men love her so, love me so?
Why did they crave her, crave me, desire her, desire me, lust after her, lust after me so…?
Why? Why? Why?
Later that night, I was awakened by the sound of someone knocking softly on my door. I looked at the clock next to my bed. It was two in the morning. I got out of bed and tiptoed over to the door and said, “Who is it?” even though I knew who it was.
“Anton,” said the husky voice on the other side of the door.
At first I wasn’t sure what to do, though I wasn’t surprised. Then I took a deep breath and opened the door. He rushed in and closed the door firmly behind him. Then he took me in his arms and began kissing me passionately.
“Oh, Rachel,” he said as he smothered me with kisses; he was a man on fire.
His passion made me tremble as he slowly kissed my neck and then found his way to my shoulder. When he got there, he gently pushed my big nightshirt back from my shoulder.
I just stood there and let him, wondering, waiting to see if he would continue or turn and run again.
But this time, he didn’t run and I felt the white hot heat he radiated.
He was burning with desire, burning with desire for me, and it was all coming out in one heady rush. And I had to admit, it was lovely, lovely to feel the heat he radiated, lovely to feel the passion that was consuming him. Hmmm… It, he, lit my fire. Hmmm… Because I was dry and shutdown like him, dry and yearning like him. In fact, we were both like a dry, scorched landscape that was yearning, yearning for rain, dry and yearning for warmth and love… I felt myself softening in his arms, almost swooning in the rush of it.
My breath quickened and I felt the heat rising in me too.
Then I felt my little pussy suddenly coming alive! There she was; the inner pulsing of her! Suddenly she was awake and alive and dancing her lusty little dance!
Excerpt from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”