Rachel and Albert touched upon the Blessed Realm that we are all longing for, where love is steadfast and kind… and never fails us.
There she is, Rachel with her riotous hair. Beautiful, innocent and knowing. Warm, wet, wild, wondering. Sexual, sweet. Sumptuous, soft, silent, serene, smooth… lovely, laughing, lyrical, luscious and light… Pure Light…
And Rachel is thinking, “How can this be? How could this be happening to me? Who is this man? How did he come to me? What is his power? Him, is he the One I belong to? Is he? How can he be both handsome and divine? How can he know me so well? Why do I recognize him? Where has he been all my life? Why is it when he touches me, I find myself falling, falling, falling into some sweet tender abyss, some all-encompassing oblivion, as if it was a blessed realm… ”
As the thoughts swirl around her head like fairy dust, she closes her eyes and lets herself go, swooning as he touches her and…
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