The melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that played in hers. Only he did not know it yet. All he knew was that he was restless. Even though he had everything a man could wish for. Still, the longing in him wouldn’t subside. The longing – for what he didn’t know.
Not even hours of meditation helped. He kept asking himself, “What’s the point?”
The melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that played in hers. Even though he hadn’t met her yet. Still it was there, that melody. That incessant longing, that soul ache. The universality of his predicament did not escape him.
Yes it was there. That melody. That ache.
Okay, so he had it all, women, sex, money.. so what? It didn’t help the restlessness.
He sat there fidgeting, thinking, “What’s the point?”
He had his feet up, glazing out his office window at the expanse of the Mediterranean outside his window. Yes, the view was spectacular. As was his house, overlooking the sea. His office was on the lower level and because of the slope of the hill, the view was breathtaking. But at the moment, it didn’t please him. He didn’t want to be ungrateful for all his good fortune, but still he thought, “What’s the point?”
Leonard Cohen was singing in the background:
“Ah baby, let’s get married,
we’ve been alone too long.
Let’s be alone together.
Let’s see if we’re that strong.
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come. ”
“Yes,” thought Albert as the words of the song caught his attention, “that’s exactly what I’m feeling. I’m just waiting for a miracle… a miracle..”
He pressed replay so he could hear the song from the beginning..
“Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.”
He sighed and switched off the music. He didn’t have time to hear the whole song; he had to go. He was supposed to meet Stefan and his latest girlfriend for dinner at Chez Paul’s.
“What’s the point?” he thought as he left.
There was no point, but it happened anyway, on that warm balmy evening on the French Riviera. It was late August. When he got to Chez Paul’s, Stefan was already there with Rachel. The first thing he noticed about her were her amazing green eyes. She just looked at him, her luxurious chestnut hair framing her face. Which was why, at that moment, he decided to take advantage of the old agreement he had with Stefan. That he could indulge himself with Stefan’s women when it struck his fancy… and Rachel did. So he did.
After dinner, Albert sent Stefan off on business and took Rachel back to his condominium overlooking the beach to fuck her. But he wasn’t prepared for what would happen. He wasn’t prepared for Rachel, not in any way, shape or form.
The melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that played in hers.
Though he did not know it yet, nor did she. But there was something about the silence that arose between them… and the electricity. She didn’t say much.
He wasn’t prepared for the quietness of her… or for her. But there she was. Strangely present. In all her innocence, obviously not knowing what to make of this unexpected turn of events. He read her like a book, but was dumbfounded nevertheless.
As it would turn out, she was a force to be reckoned with. It was this very innocence, her innocence, which brought him to his knees. Because even though it might have seemed that he was the powerful one, a man in control, something else was going on. Something he hadn’t expected. The reality was there was a softness about her, a naivety, and openness, which were far more powerful than his seemingly worldly savoir faire.
The first time he fucked her, that very first night, it had just been business as usual. The usual good fuck as he was wont to do. A fast, professional fuck where they both came hard and fast, giving satisfaction to both. And when it was done, he thought it was done. Over. Another fast fuck with another beautiful woman, as had been his way.
He rolled over on the big, low bed and sighed. Closed in upon himself. Self-satisfied. But then the strangest thing happened; it just did.
And he found himself, to his own great and everlasting surprise, turning slowly towards her again on that low bed of his. He was quite sure, quite positive in fact, that he was not doing the turning. It was as if the turning towards her was happening by itself. It was definitely not something he decided to do. Definitely not something he planned or even wanted… but it was happening anyway. And as it unfolded, he watched as he began to make love to Rachel again, slowly and gently this time.
‘Whatever am I doing?’ he thought, as he caressed her and heard her sigh. But things felt different when he touched her this time, he noticed; they just did. So he continued.
‘This is another kind of lovemaking,’ he thought. A kind of lovemaking he hadn’t tasted before. Because it felt different. It just did. It felt… somehow real. Yes, real. Like heartfelt or like… well he wasn’t quite sure how it felt because it was something he’d never actually felt before. So how could he know something he’d never known before. Never tasted before… But it was happening anyway. Despite himself. Regardless of himself. Regardless. It seemed to have its own life.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought as he felt the sea air change around him. ‘What is this…’ But it was beyond his control.
It was as if a great tide from a great ocean was coming thundering in and washing over him. Bringing with it, this mysterious sea change which was sweeping through his heart.
There was no denying it.
There was a wind coming up, a great powerful wind from somewhere, from somewhere unknown and far away, from some great depth that he had within him that he’d never experienced before.
So he stopped, even though he was deep inside her, and swept back her sumptuous chestnut hair and looked into those mysterious green eyes of hers. And when he looked, he was surprised to find she was actually there. Looking back at him, meeting him there where he was, not flinching, not wavering. Just there, fully present with him, a soft smile on her lips.
‘She’s actually here with me,’ he heard the words echoing inside his head. ‘She’s actually here… present… present… ‘
That was when he knew something profound was happening between them and he felt her open and allow him to reach her depths. He was quite unprepared for how it felt. Quite stunned. It was as if the wind was rushing in his ears, making his heart tremble. And he knew he’d been allowed to enter some sacred space, as an inexplicable unleashing of universal forces that were beyond his control took place.
That was when he knew that the melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that was playing in hers. There was something that arose between them when he touched her and she touched him that awakened in them a depth of desire and passion that neither of them had known before.
“Rachel,” he whispered softly as his hands found her breasts and their lips met, his manhood pulsing in her. If he had wanted to keep his heart at a distance, it was already too late. There was just something about her. Something about her uncanny ability to be present – to actually be there – that had brought him to his knees and made all his worldly success seem insignificant.
But he didn’t notice or care: all he noticed and knew was the singing of his heart, a song that sounded like a great symphony in his ears.
He was thunderstruck.
Was it a cruel twist of fate or poetic justice that it turned out that it was him, Albert, who was suddenly afraid. That it was him – the man of so much confidence and bravado – who was afraid of leaping into the unknown.
Her wonderful, sumptuous chestnut hair framed her lovely face, but still he trembled inside, knowing it was truly she, this green-eyed beauty he hardly knew, who was leading him into uncharted waters.
It was all so unexpected, it had taken him by surprise. But he didn’t notice or care: all he noticed and knew was the singing of his heart, a song that sounded like a great symphony in his ears.
And it was the same for her. When all the Light broke over her, she knew they had entered another realm, a parallel Universe where she would want to linger all of her days. So she looked into his eyes and did not flinch because even though she might have seemed insecure in this new world where she now wandered, at some deeper level, she knew exactly who she was – and in some mysterious way, he understood this too and respected her for it.
It was as if she had an inner compass that would never fail her. An inner compass that knew the way. It was as if she knew, at some deeper level, that if she stuck to the love, kept going in the direction of love, it would somehow carry her through – regardless of the storms.
And it was as if he knew it too… knew that she knew… and so, somehow, in some mysterious, roundabout way, it was he who clung to her. Because the weak may at times conquer the strong (even though it often looks otherwise).
Then she lay open and peaceful and perfectly still, arms above her head as he moved slowly and powerfully inside her. And as she let herself fall deeper and deeper into some marvelous, miraculous Universe of Bliss, he came rushing headlong after her, amazed at where they were headed. Headlong… headstrong… into the Blinding Light.
And though it might not have been apparent to all, for those who had eyes to see, it was obvious that in the infinity of all things, purity and love are the strongest…
In the infinity of all things, that is…
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A glimpse at Rachel and Albert from the “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books by A. Aimee. Available on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/1ron5ee and http://amzn.to/19aUrr6
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