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About Orgasm and Losing Our F*cking Minds – the Long Version

Posted in A.Aimee, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Orgasm, Power of Sex, Sex, Sex and ecstasy, sex energy, tagged , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Here’s the longer, original version of my popular blog about the delightful experience we call “orgasm” and losing our f*cking minds…

Hallelujah!

So you’re worried about the rent, you’re worried about your boyfriend, you’re worried about your weight, your age, your health, your career, your future, your parents, your children… the state of the nation, the terrorists, the economy… damn it… you’re worried. Yes you are. And the mind is going on and on and on… it’s like a war zone in there – in your head – and you can’t stop it. Never, ever, ever. And sometimes it’s just too much. Sometimes… well lots of the time, it’s driving you crazy… CRAZY.

Oh how I wish, wish I could turn it off. At least for a little while so I could find some peace. And of course that’s when we turn to drink or drugs or we turn on the television or we go online or exercise or go shopping or eat too much. We’re trying to turn it off, turn off the mind. Yes, turn it off… we’re screaming inside. Do something else. Because… can’t I just have a little peace… why can’t I just relax? Why can’t I just feel okay? What’s going on in me? Why can’t I stop this incessant chatter, the incessant barrage, the never-ending, always active Monkey Mind?

And then, well okay, there is sleep. Yes blessed sleep… at least for some of us, at least for many of us, we get a break, we get a chance to turn off the mind when we sleep… the mind, that incessantly active Monkey Mind… oh blessed sleep…

So what’s with the mind, what’s with this Monkey Mind? Well it’s like this. There’s this world out there with all its people and things and situations and then we have our “thoughts” about all these people, things and situations. In other words, we have our ideas about whatever is going on “out there”. And well, it’s our thoughts about what’s going on out there that determine how we experience life. In other words, thing happens and then we have our thoughts about what is going on. And it’s not so much the people and the things that are happening that determine our experience, but rather it’s our thoughts about the people and the things that are happening which determine our experience. Get the difference? It might seem subtle at first but it’s so important to see and understand the difference if it’s freedom you’re looking for.

Anyway… so it goes like this. If you think something is good, well then you feel pretty happy about the people or the situation and if you think something is not so good, well then you feel less happy about the people or the situation or maybe even sad or angry. And well that’s about it! That’s the story of your life and of mine – or the short version of how we come to experience life the way we do.

So what happens for most of us is… then… we have all these interpretations, all these stories about how things “should” be. About how our life should be different and about how our boyfriend should be different and how our careers should be different and how our boss should be different and our weight should be different and our appearance should be different and that’s why it’s as I say, a war zone in your mind… a constant war zone… which can be and often is… very stressful.

And that’s the double truth Ruth – we get to live, breathe and feel however we interpret the various people and situations in our lives.

And then there’s this thing we call sex. And sometimes, maybe oftentimes, there’s this wonderful, magical, fantastic moment when we reach orgasm. Aaaahhh yes… ORGASM! Aaahhh YES ORGASM! When suddenly… at least for a moment or two, we surrender everything! EVERYTHING! And I mean EVERYTHING… we surrender every thought, every word, every concept we have and the mind goes absolutely, positively blank! Yes completely blank! And we’re flying high and we no longer care about the career or the rent or our boss or our weight or even about our boyfriend (even if he’s the one inside you) and we’re just gone – in heaven! Because finally – FINALLY – we’ve lost our f*cking minds! Yes in the moment of orgasm – we literally lose our f*cking minds! And it feels fabulous! Fabulous! Because finally we’ve stopped the chatter and are totally present in this amazing NOW moment.

So… no wonder we’re hooked on sex – all of us… no wonder…

Because what happens when we’re present in this amazing NOW moment? Well we catch a glimpse of our True Nature which is this timeless, carefree, All-Present, All-Powerful Bliss Consciousness… which is beyond language and beyond thought and beyond everything we can conceptualize which is why… would you like to F*CK????

 

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A Portal to Something Deeper – looking sideways at Albert and Rachel from Good Pussy Bad Pussy

Posted in A.Aimee, Abuse, Erotic romance, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Literary fiction, Love story, Power of Sex, Romance, Sex, Sex and ecstasy, Sexual thriller, tagged , , , , , , , , on October 5, 2015| Leave a Comment »

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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Another Kind of Lovemaking

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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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The Melody That Played in His Heart – more about Rachel and Albert

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The melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that played in hers. Though he did not know it, nor did she. But there was something about the electricity 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 against 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 Albert 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.

And it was the same for her. When all the Light broke over her, she knew he had led her to another realm, a parallel Universe where she would want to linger all of her days.

Her radiant hair was sumptuous in his eyes and in hers and his delight (and hers) made her tingle all over. She looked into his eyes and did not flinch because even though she might have seemed confused and insecure in this new world where she now lived and lingered, 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 cost, 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).

“Albert,” she whispered softly in his ear and he tingled all over in anticipation, hearing that great symphony in his ears. So he trembled ever so slightly as he stood and embraced her, smoothing down her sumptuous hair as he was wont to do. And his soul said ‘aaahh’ as she let him wrap his arms around her and the blissful sigh resonated through his being.

Then after they slid into his big bed, she lay open and peaceful and perfectly still, arms above her head as he entered 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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One Great Truth – the Amazing Power of Sex

Posted in A.Aimee, Erotic fiction, Erotic romance, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Literary fiction, Love story, Orgasm, Power of Sex, Sex, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on August 28, 2015| Leave a Comment »

‘Good pussy bad pussy. I knew something had awakened in me, something I’d never experienced before. A force, a power, a drive, an energy. Call it good pussy, call it bad pussy, call it whatever you will, but a life force had been awakened in me and I couldn’t put it (her) back to sleep again. Right or wrong, she was awake! She was alive! And she wanted more.’

 The Great truth– the amazing power of sex

& 2 books that explore this power

The first book: Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale

It all started with Rachel stuck in an unhappy marriage. And while most unhappily married women only dream of having sex with other men, Rachel actually did. And it got her into all kinds of trouble. From Amsterdam to the French Riviera to New York City… from her blond lover Stefan, to aristocratic Albert, and mad doctor Howard, Rachel feels the amazing power of sex. And so she tastes forbidden fruit – and likes it. That is until life takes a very surprising turn!

The second book: Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity

Just when Rachel thinks she can settle down with the man of her dreams, life takes a dramatic turn and he gets kidnapped. In a frantic attempt to help, Rachel finds herself getting sucked into a dangerous web of deceit and sexual intrigue.

From the House of Sin on Cap Ferrat to an isolated Buddhist monastery in the mountains of upstate New York, Rachel once again feels the amazing power of sex. As a result, she finds herself on the battle field of our times, both sexually and emotionally. Then, in a blinding flash of insight that lays bare the haunted alleyways of her soul, Rachel realizes that things are not what they seem to be. Will she find her way out of captivity or will she remain in the shackles of the old world order?

In short: Sex. Deceit. Lust. Captivity. And the amazing power of sex!

 

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On Finding Good Pussy Bad Pussy

Posted in A.Aimee, Erotic fiction, Erotic romance, Erotica, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Modern love story, Orgasm, Power of Sex, Sex, Sex and ecstasy, sex energy, Sexual freedom, Sexual thriller, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2015| 3 Comments »

Good pussy bad pussy. I knew that something had awakened in me, something I’d never experienced before. A force, a power, a drive, an energy. Call it good pussy, call it bad pussy, call it whatever you will, but a life force had been awakened in me and I couldn’t put it (her) back to sleep again. Right or wrong. Good or bad. She was awake! She was alive! She wanted to live. And she wanted more.

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She, my pussy, was alive in me. I felt her moving in me, reaching out, right or wrong, good or bad. She wanted to taste and touch, to be tasted and touched. She wanted to feel the life force, the energy, moving in and through her. She wanted like liquid desire itself. She wanted because she was, life itself. She wanted because she was, the energy of life itself. And now that she – the genie – was out of the bottle, there was no putting her back again. She was untameable, wild; she wanted to be free, had to be free. Because she loved life, because yes, she was life itself. She was the life force in all of us… she was the creative power of the universe – and yes she was sex. Sex! Sex! Sexual! She was pure and beautiful and couldn’t be kept down or locked up. And now she was awake in me, awake! A ravishing beauty, a hungry cunt, a wantingness for the essence of life. And what was that essence? It was the ecstasy of knowing my own soul, my own being, which was somehow alive and felt like frolicking in that stream of liquid desire that carries one on and on unto a state of orgasmic bliss, which was somehow like coming home and finding a peace that was beyond all comprehension… home, home, home. That’s what I wanted, that’s what she wanted, that’s where she was taking me, taking me, taking me… and there was nothing, nothing I could do about it. No stopping her. No turning back now.

She was me and I was her.

And we were flying.

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Love That Soothes in the Quiet Night – more about Rachel and Albert from Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity

Posted in A.Aimee, Abuse, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Literary fiction, Love story, Romance, Sex, Sexual thriller, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on July 31, 2015| Leave a Comment »

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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THE POWER OF SEX & Two Books That Explore This Power

Posted in A.Aimee, Erotic romance, Erotica, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Power of Sex, Sex, Sex and ecstasy, sex energy, Sexual thriller, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2015| 1 Comment »

Two books that explore the amazing Power of Sex

‘Good pussy bad pussy. I knew something had awakened in me, something I’d never experienced before. A force, a power, a drive, an energy. Call it good pussy, call it bad pussy, call it whatever you will, but a life force had been awakened in me and I couldn’t put it (her) back to sleep again. Right or wrong, she was awake! She was alive! And she wanted more.’

The first book: Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale

It all started with Rachel stuck in an unhappy marriage. And while most unhappily married women only dream of having sex with other men, Rachel actually did. And it got her into all kinds of trouble. From Amsterdam to the French Riviera to New York City… from her blond lover Stefan, to aristocratic Albert, and mad doctor Howard, Rachel tastes forbidden fruit – and likes it. That is until life takes a very surprising turn!

The second book: Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity

Just when Rachel thinks she can settle down with the man of her dreams, life takes a dramatic turn and he gets kidnapped. In a frantic attempt to help, Rachel finds herself getting sucked into a dangerous web of deceit and sexual intrigue.

From the House of Sin on Cap Ferrat to an isolated Buddhist monastery in the mountains of upstate New York, Rachel once again finds herself on the battle field of our times, both sexually and emotionally. Then, in a blinding flash of insight that lays bare the haunted alleyways of her soul, Rachel realizes that things are not what they seem to be. Will she find her way out of captivity or will she remain in the shackles of the old world order?

In short: Sex. Deceit. Lust. Captivity. And maybe … the love of a lifetime.

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Exploring sexual dilemmas in the “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books

Posted in A.Aimee, Artistic freedom, Erotic fiction, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Literary fiction, Sex, Sex and ecstasy, sex energy, Sexual freedom, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 11, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Do you know the story of the Chinese farmer whose horse runs away? It goes like this:

When the farmer’s neighbor came to console him the farmer said, ‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’

When his horse returned the next day with a herd of horses following her, the foolish neighbor came to congratulate him on his good fortune.

‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’ said the farmer.

Then, when the farmer’s son broke his leg trying to ride one of the new horses, the foolish neighbor came to console him again.

‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’ said the farmer.

When the army passed through, conscripting men for the war, they passed over the farmer’s son because of his broken leg. When the foolish man came to congratulate the farmer that his son would be spared, again the farmer said, ‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’”

And so on!

And that’s pretty much like my “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books. Who knows what’s good or bad?

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In the books, the main character, Rachel, runs away from an unhappy marriage and discovers and experiences great sexual release in ways that surprise, delight and shock her – but which are not always socially acceptable. Hence the title of the books – “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” and “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”.

So yes… in these books, I wanted to explore how it would be… not to be bound by our social norms and the traditional programming of men and women in terms of who we are and what we’re allowed to do sexually.

Once I started to consider the matter, I found out that it’s a veritable circus. So the books ask many questions. Questions like – what is Rachel, the heroine of the book, really experiencing? Is it love or abuse? Is it liberation or bondage? Is she really free or not? And who is making these choices for her? How much of all that happens to her in these books is based on social programming and negative social norms about sex? These are some of the questions the books pose through the sexual dilemmas (and sometimes really extreme situations) Rachel faces.

Once I let Rachel loose, she took on a life of her own. So I hope you’ll enjoy her journey as much as I have. In fact, exploring sex and all these dilemmas with Rachel was so fascinating that she just kept on going after the first book ended. So a second Good Pussy Bad Pussy book was born entitled “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”. This book was just released by my publisher Bedroom Books.

The Amazon Kindle edition of the first book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” has been reduced to just $1.24 for the month of July. Here’s the link: amzn.to/1lvdAcN

And here’s the link to the new book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”: http://amzn.to/1C0O07R

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Entry Here, There and Everywhere – More about Rachel and Albert

Posted in A.Aimee, Erotic fiction, Good Pussy Bad Pussy, Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity, Literary fiction, Love story, Relationships, Romance, Sex, Sex and ecstasy, tagged , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2015| Leave a Comment »

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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