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Wondering what all the excitement is about & why the Good Pussy Bad Pussy books are getting so many 5 Star reviews?

Well, if this sounds like you and you’d like to read the book, we’re giving the ebook away for free right now. Just to celebrate you and sex and all good things in life.

So….if you’d like to read the first book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale”, all you have to do is send us your email address and we’ll send the ebook to you for free!

Send your email address to: amy.aimee14 (at) hotmail.com

… and we’ll send the ebook off to you right away.

And just so you know what you’re getting into. Everyone says the book keeps them up all night, turning the pages…

and yes…

… It all started with Rachel, our heroine, 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, yes a very surprising turn!

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Happy, sexy reading!

Happy Holiday Reading!

Looking for some exciting, sexy, thought-provoking Holiday reading? For yourself or as a gift to someone near and dear, try the “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books. There are 2 of them and both books are getting lots of 5 Star reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.

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Here’s a little about the books:

Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale by A. Aimee

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!

Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity by A. Aimee

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.

The books are available as printed books, ebooks and Kindle. Here are the links to the Kindle editions on Amazon:

Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale: amzn.to/1lvdAcN

Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity: http://amzn.to/1LKFsC0

Happy Holiday Reading to You!

If you would like to read “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” – we are giving the ebook away for free at the moment. Just for your reading pleasure. So if you’d like to read this exciting sexual thriller, just send us your email address and we’ll send the ebook to you for free.

Send your email address to: amy.aimee14 (at) hotmail.com

And we’ll send the ebook to you right away.

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Ode to Paris

Paris on my mind… thinking about Paris… loving Paris… because…

It’s the City of Light, it’s the city of artists and writers, it has the most amazing history, it’s the birthplace of so many powerful and amazing ideas, works of art, books, philosophies, music, cinema. It’s a hotbed of creativity. It has the most amazing architecture, the most amazing boulevards, the most amazing buildings, the most amazing bridges, the most amazing neighborhoods. It has the most amazing hidden alleyways and neighborhoods and cafés and people – everywhere, yes everywhere. Paris also has the most amazing people, the most amazing women and men. The people of Paris are just amazing and Paris has the most amazing writers and philosophers. Just think about it, the list is so long and illustrious and wonderful that it takes my breath away. And yes, it’s just amazing! Amazing! Just think about Paris and its history and it boggles the mind. Because Paris quite simply has the most amazing people. And then there’s the language – French – which is the most amazing of languages – so beautiful and melodious and lovely to speak and listen to. And so many wonderful, beautiful people have spoke that lovely language throughout the ages and are still speaking it today. Oh French… yes, the language itself is so beautiful, poetic, melodious, lovely. BEAUTIFUL. So yes, everything about Paris is beautiful and lovely and wonderful and amazing and magical. And this is only a beginning, only the slightest sketch, the slightest mentioning, only the slightest glance at this immortal city – this City of Light… with its amazing energy and its amazing bridges and walkways and sidewalks and cafes and restaurants and bars and brothels and nightclubs and discotheques and theaters and museums and bookstores and bookstalls along the Seine and shops and boutiques and hotels and palaces and impressive buildings and open spaces…. and then there are those wondrous night lights, that dance of light and the fairies and goddesses and gods, all here, all dancing, all loving and blessing each and every one of us and the whole world with the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Place de la Concorde, Les Champs Elysees, the River Seine, the bridges, La Rive Gauche (the Left Bank), Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, Sacré-Cœur, Panthéon, the Sorbonne, the Latin Quarter, Montparnasse, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Boulevard Saint-Michel… and oh yes, there’s so much more… so, so much more…. and did I say… I love Paris….

 

It was as if there was this great sorrow in each of them, a sorrow that was unrequited love, a sorrow that was a song without words, a song without beginning or end. And it was a love so deep and vast and wide that neither of them could comprehend it. And yet it was there, underneath it all, binding them together and blinding them in its Light. So even if they walked and talked and laughed and loved, the Light of this Love flowed through each of them like a mighty river, like a mighty, powerful current which was animating all of Life, including them.

And sometimes they touched upon it in their innocent unknowingness and when this happened, the vast aching and longing was stilled for a moment, stilled and satisfied and surrendered. Because they had unwittingly come home, back to the beginning, back to the beginning of each of us, which was the end of each of us, which was the start and the finish and the stars and the sun and the moon and the wind…

“Rachel,” he said and it touched her heart.

“Yes,” she replied softly.

“I love you.”

“I know,” she said and was as quiet as a soft wind on some far distance ocean that no one ever saw or heard.

And when he heard her words, he smiled and his soul was at peace, as it went dancing through the universe, happy and free at last.

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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 connected they were, beyond time and space, as truly we all are.

It is a wonder how we can go on for as long as we do in our utter ignorance of who we really are, with that sorrow that is unrequited love, tearing at our heartstrings and eating our souls with its never-ending longing.

Oh song of songs!

How we are longing!

Longing for that sacred touch which is our very own, for that homecoming which is beyond any earthly home we’ve ever known, for that surrendering which is beyond any surrender we’ve ever experienced… a surrendering beyond comprehension, where everything falls into place… into that blessed, sacred space, beyond time and remembrance… that we call love…

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About Rachel & Albert from the Good Pussy Bad Pussy books.

Surrendering to the Light

Headlong, headstrong… falling into that blissful state of surrender…

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By some wild, crazy, roundabout path, Albert guided Rachel to a place where nothing except total surrender was possible.

She was no longer Rachel Somers with an identity worth protecting or preserving. He had robbed her as thoroughly as any man could of whatever it was she was.

He had stripped her bare. Left her with nothing she could identify with, and in that strange, naked state of being no woman she knew, she found herself connected to a sexuality so powerful that it jolted her beyond everyday reality to some awesome cosmic plane she did not recognize.

“This is not me,” she thought. “This is not anyone.”

That was when he plunged headlong, headstrong, into her, finding in her an intensity she did not know she possessed.

She spread her legs wide, baring her soul, allowing him entry everywhere – allowing him anything, everything. And when he raised himself…

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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????

 

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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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.

   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?

   Why? Why?

   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!

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Excerpt from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”

Here’s a fun post about Good Pussy Bad Pussy and Rachel’s many orgasms and writer’s block by my friend Guy Hogan. Guy is the publisher of the hot, online girlie magazine, Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette which features “sex as art and entertainment”. You can check out his site which is dedicated to the glory of women and their wonderful bodies (& much, much more) here: http://pittsburghflashfictiongazette.net/

So here’s what Guy wrote on September 11, 2015:

“Hello, hello, hello, all you readers and writers and rock ‘n’ rollers and lovers of erotica who live all over the world!  Welcome to today’s edition of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.  If you are a regular visitor of my little girlie magazine, you know all about Amy Aimee and her protagonist Rachel who is so orgasmic she has orgasm after orgasm even when she finds herself in terrible situations where she shouldn’t have orgasms.  You know, good pussy bad pussy.  The woman has little control over her pussy.  But Amy’s work is about a lot more than just sex.  It’s really about life and relationships and the oh so dangerous world we all live in.  I mean so much of her work comes straight from the headlines of every news outlet, especially book 2.  I’m reading it now.

But I digress…

I feature Amy’s work on the front page of my little girlie magazine.  She has her own category here at The Gazette.  And we email each other several times a week.  We like each other and we support each other.  And recently she’s been supporting me, helping me to survive my writer’s block.

Here is part of the email she sent me today.  I can’t share with you the entire email, because that would be kissing and telling (we do get a little intimate).  Her advice about surviving writer’s block is the best advice I’ve ever heard or read about getting through writer’s block.

Rock on, my brothers and sisters!

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Dear Guy,

Thanks for the update. It sounds like you are doing well.

I have a different idea about the experience you call “writer’s block”. I think people (you and everyone else) only experience what you call “writer’s block” because you are trying to force or trying too hard to write. My experience is that inspiration “comes” to me when I am open and waiting (very sexual actually)… It’s kind of like trying to force an orgasm – that never works. But if you’re open and going with the flow – in other words – allowing and being present in the moment… well then wham bam…. there it is! The wonderful inspiration comes and is just there!

You can quote me on this if you want – it might make a lovely post…

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Yes, my dear, it does make a lovely post.  And the following interview I did with you several months ago makes for an even better post.

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Here is Guy’s interview:

I WRITE EROTICA: AMY AIMEE

Guy Hogan: A. Aimee, let me congratulate you on the publication of Good Pussy Bad Pussy.  I haven’t read an erotic novel in years and I was lucky to read yours.  Tell us a little about yourself.

A Aimee: I wanted to be beautiful and then I realized beauty is in the eye of the beholder and then I wanted to be good and then I realized goodness was in the eye of the beholder. When I realized this I decided to please me instead since I found out that pleasing others is a hopeless task! And writing “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” was one of the ways in which I pleased myself.

I also wrote “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” because I wanted to explore and write about a woman who allowed herself to go beyond what is normally acceptable for married women and who discovered and experienced amazing orgasmic release in ways which both shocked and surprised her. Plus I wanted to write about a woman who wasn’t so hung up as most women are today with the ownership of a partner. So even if my heroine Rachel is often confused, insecure and conflicted, she is also more free and open then most women are today – and I wanted to see where this would take her. Especially when you think about how limited and locked down in terms of our sexuality most people in couple relationships are today. Which makes it very difficult for us to find the ecstatic, orgasmic release we are all yearning for…

Guy Hogan: Did you start out writing erotica?

A Aimee: I’ve written many books – both fiction and non-fiction.

Guy Hogan: There is a lot of explicit sex in Good Pussy Bad Pussy.  Do your friends and family know that you write XXX-rated fiction?  And if they do, what is their reaction?

A Aimee: It’s really interesting to notice how most people frame the work we’re doing. They call it “erotica” or “porn” or “xxx-rated fiction” and well I didn’t think of any of these things when I was writing “Good Pussy Bad Pussy”. Isn’t that interesting? I didn’t have any of these labels in my head. I just wrote a book about a woman exploring her sexuality, feeling that our sexuality is just a normal part of our lives. So I didn’t put it in a special category. And when you think about it, not only is sex completely normal, sex and our sexuality is probably the strongest human drive of all. So as far as I’m concerned, the real question is – how come we separate sex like we do from the rest of our lives? And why are there so many taboos around something that is so wonderful, joyful, amazing and fun as sex is? As I say in my “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books (yes I just finished “Good Pussy Bad Pussy book 2”): Nothing satisfies like sex. Nothing completes like sex. Nothing releases like sex. Nothing can compete with sex.

As for my family. My parents are dead and so is my ex-husband, so I figure they don’t have a problem with my book since they left their physical bodies behind when they crossed over to the other side! And without physical bodies, I doubt if sex is an “issue” for them anymore! As for my 3 sons – well one of them designed the cover of the book and the other 2… well that’s their problem!

Guy Hogan: Your novel is about a lot more than just explicit sex.  It’s a great story about a woman on a journey of self discovery.  Tell us a little about Rachel, your protagonist.

A Aimee: Yes my heroine, Rachel, is just as confused and “fucked up” as the rest of us are – maybe the only difference is she actually does the stuff that many of us are just thinking about doing in our heads! So she actually lets herself go and it surprises and shocks her. And not only that, she then gets to experience the many unexpected consequences of her choices and what that leads to…

Guy Hogan: Do you watch porn?  And if you do, what kind of porn do you like to watch?

A Aimee: I’ve never watched what you call “porn”. Don’t even really know what it is. But I love sex. I love thinking about it, reading about it, writing about it, and enjoying it…

Guy Hogan: What advice can you offer to other women who want to break into the field of erotica?

A Aimee: Again I wouldn’t call it specifically erotica. I would just say – be yourself – express yourself freely and if sex is a part of the story you want to tell – well then go for it! We can only change the world by being the change we want to see. So sexual freedom and enjoying our sexuality can only happen one person at a time…

Guy Hogan: Tell us where to purchase Good Pussy Bad Pussy.

A Aimee: You can buy the book on Amazon, both as a printed book and as a Kindle edition. Plus the book is available as on Ebook on many sites.”

Thanks Guy for all your love and support! Amy

To see more of my posts & sex ramblings on Guy’s site, click here: http://pittsburghflashfictiongazette.net/category/the-work-of-a-aimee/