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Even if it started with the sexual, with that amazing jolt of desire, it quickly became apparent that there was more. Much more. That this blazing attraction was merely the doorway, a portal, to some deeper, higher realm that was awaiting them, silently, eagerly, passionately.

When Albert followed Rachel to New York, she didn’t know it yet, but he did. She didn’t know that what was taking place in her was already his. So mysterious was it. But he knew it and he rejoiced, understanding her uncertainty but knowing – because his master Sensei Okumara had told him so – how the chips would fall.

What he didn’t know or see coming was Howard. That there was a maniac on the loose who had touched and molested his beloved and who was gravely threatening the mysterious blessing that was unfolding for them both. So he wasn’t prepared for the attack, didn’t see it coming, was taken by surprise, off guard… but it happened anyway and endangered the life of his precious, still to be discovered, eternal love…

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It was her innocence that brought him to his knees. It might have seemed that he was a powerful man, in control, but her softness, naivety, and openness were far more powerful than his seemingly worldly savoir faire. Was it a cruel twist of fate or poetic justice that it turned out that it was him, Albert, who was afraid of taking the plunge. He – the man of so much confidence and bravado – was the one 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 so unexpected, it had taken him by surprise.

But he had to admit he was the one who was awestruck, trembling on the brink. But how could it be? How could a man like Albert Giovanni end up here?

The first time he fucked her, that very night, 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 in 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 love-making,’ he thought. A kind of love-making 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.

About Rachel and Albert from the “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books.

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Soothing, sighing, softening in the quiet night. Love will soothe us if we let it. As the river flows, so does the Love. All Knowing in its Infinite Kindness. All Present in its Infinite Knowing.

On that fateful night, Albert said, “But you must tell me, Rachel. I must know what happened.”

She was snuggled close, lying on his chest. Moments before he had been deep inside her, thrilling and chilling her. And they had joined once again, in that magical garden that only they could find.

“Rachel,” he said softly as he smoothed down her sumptuous hair as he was wont to do. The smoothness of her skin, the softness, set his soul a quiver. There was just something about her. Some Presence, some Force that drew men to her. This much he knew because he felt it so powerfully.

In the background, the rain beat softly on the windows. It was quiet night.

“Will you tell me what happened to you?” he asked. She rolled off him and sat up, naked and glorious, tears streaming down her lovely face.

“Oh my darling,” he cried, reaching out to touch her. It pained him so to see her like this because he knew she had been violated in some terrible way he could not fathom. But exactly how it had unfolded, he did not know. And know it, he must. It simply had to be. It was written in the stars… as much as the intertwining of their fates.

“You don’t want to know,” she said softly as he dried her tears.

“I know,” he said, “but I must. The man is so important to my business operations. You have to tell me, Rachel. You have too.” She sought his arms as their lips met again, hungrily, as if the passion they felt could make the pain go away. But it couldn’t as they both knew.

Still they sought each other, entwined again, desperate for ecstasy and the blessed relief of forgetfulness, if only for a little while. And when their hungry lovemaking was done, they lay together quietly in the soft, silent night for a long time. Lingering lovingly.

But he was mindful of some awful pain searing her insides. Just as she was mindful of some awful pain searing his insides.

Then, as the rain beat softly on the windows, she sat up, knowing she would have to tell him everything. Just as she knew that the Love was there, holding her firmly to the ground that he was to her. Yes, the Love that was theirs, the Love that was there to soothe and comfort and hold them both in this, their terrible hour of truth.

Yes, Rachel knew that Love would soothe them if they let it.

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About Rachel and Albert from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”: http://amzn.to/19aUrr6

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When it was finished, he knew it was done. And she knew it too. Knew she had set her mark on his soul, as surely as if it was pre-ordained. As surely as if it was written in the stars. And surely it was. Such was the intensity of their meeting, their coming together.

Powerful as it was, Rachel did not tremble nor flinch but met Albert fully and freely – not aghast or ashamed or shy at opening completely before his eyes, mouth, fingers, touch, taste, or entry.

“You want entry here?” she thought as he came at her, touching, tasting and she replied to his onslaught with all her heart and soul, “You want entry here? You do? Yes?… well, please come in. You want entry here? Well yes, please come in. You want…” And so she met him, opening wide mouth, heart, thighs. Opening wide pussy, heart, soul. Opening. And opening again. Wide, wider, wide.

“How can this be?” he thought as she met him, unafraid, opening, wide, wider, wide.

Soft skin, smell, touch, labia, clit, pulsing, pleasing, pleasuring.

The audacity of her.

Then lips, hair, teeth, eyes, nipples, breasts, heart, mind, body, soul… aaahhh…aaaaahhhhh…

Flying higher, falling deeper.

Gone was he in the maze of delight she spun around him, dissolving into a million, billion particles of Light. No longer knowing where he ended and she began. Nor did he care. He was beyond that now. Beyond watching from a distance, beyond keeping some part of himself uninvolved…beyond… but he no longer cared, no longer cared for his own safety or sovereignty. So powerful was the pull of her, so seductive the web she wove, so soft.

“Rachel,” he whispered, coming back to the surface, hoping, praying the world would still be there. Hoping, praying. And lo’ and behold, it was. The world was still there and so was she. Sumptuous hair and all. Green eyes, peaceful and present after following him and then leading him carefully, daringly, step by step, over the edge into that great mysterious abyss of ecstasy and delight.

Yes, she knew what to do. She knew the way. She knew the how. Yes, she did. Which is why, in the infinity of things, purity and love are the strongest.

And so her spirit whispered softly in his ear, “You want… entry, here, there and everywhere?.” She held the key.

And she knew the password too, “Yes, please come in… yes, please come in.”

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For more about Rachel and Albert, see “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” and “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”.

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If you haven’t read “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” you can sign up for this amazing giveaway created by Naughty Book Snitch here. This weekend is the last chance because the giveaway ends on July 4th at midnight.

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Reading “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” is a great way to warm up for my new book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” which was just released and is already getting great 5 Star reviews.

And if you miss the giveaway, the Kindle edition of “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” has now been reduced to just $1.24! Here’s the link to the new reduced Kindle edition: amzn.to/1lvdAcN

Hold your hats and happy reading!

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First there was one – and now there are two Good Pussy Bad Pussy books! 20150617_155622_resized The new book – entitled “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” – was released today worldwide. So yes, it’s official. Rachel and her magical pussy are back! And the big question for many is – as Mindy Naughty Book Snitch asks in her new 5 Star review of the new book: “Does Rachel have a magical pussy? I’m really starting to think that her Good Pussy Bad Pussy secretes a magical essence that makes people fall to their knees and become lust filled zombies that have to have a taste of the Rachel.” Well to answer the question, I guess you’ll just have to read the book and find out for yourself! You can download the Kindle immediately here: http://amzn.to/1LKFsC0 Hope you enjoy the ride / read!

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Mindy – the Naughty Book Snitch – is the first blogger to review “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”. Here is some of what she had to say about the new book.

Mindy starts by saying “Mutha Fucka she did it again!! Loved this book :)”

And then there comes a long bit where Mindy reveals quite a bit of the story so I’m leaving that out here because I don’t want to spoil the book for anyone.

Then Mindy goes on to say: “The rest of the book is flawless. It’s hard to express how fucked up and awesome it is. I don’t trust any of the characters except Albert and Rachel’s mom. And I don’t know how Rachel or her family will ever be able to deal with or recover from this. The Buddhist monastery is an interesting piece of the story and I have some unanswered questions about all of that. Is Rachel going to tell Albert about what happened there?

Another question that has me scratching my head. Does Rachel have a magical pussy? I’m really starting to think that her Good Pussy Bad Pussy secretes a magical essence that makes people fall to their knees and become lust filled zombies that have to have a taste of the Rachel. So speaking of Rachel’s magical vagina, let’s talk about sex. The sex is good, graphic and frequent. Good Pussy Bad Pussy has an insatiable appetite and she is just as hungry in this one. However, as I mentioned before, there is rape and it makes my heart hurt when I read about it. I can’t really elaborate on this, so if you read this I’ll let you make up your own mind.

Overall, this book is amazing! In Captivity is enthralling, riveting, suspenseful and powerful. There are lots of hot and steamy sex scenes that will have your naughty bits tingling, confused and excited. The story is well written, inventive and captivating. The characters are well developed and the storyline is unique and heart gripping. The sex is really good and sometimes healing, but reader beware… there is graphic and detailed rape and blackmail. I still think the cost of the ebook is a little high for my liking, but this is a really good read and I highly recommend it.”

Thanks Mindy!

To read the full review – go to her blog here: http://bit.ly/1JjkJHN

 

 

 

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