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After Albert ruthlessly lets an important business associate fuck Rachel, he’s mortified by what he’s done and goes looking for her in the middle of the night. When he finds her at 4 am, he brings her back to his house…  In this excerpt from the book, Rachel tells what happened next…

“When we got to the house, he led me in, took me to his bedroom, undressed me and put me to bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Some hours later, I woke up and stumbled out to the bathroom. I had to get rid of the taste and smell of Felix, so I brushed my teeth and took a hot shower. Then I went back to bed and fell fast asleep again. When I woke up later it was past noon. Albert came in and tended to me like a sick child, bringing me breakfast in bed. He sat on the edge of the low bed, watching me eat hungrily. We still hadn’t spoken.

When I finished eating, he removed the tray and came and sat on the edge of the bed again. He pushed the hair back from my face and looked at me carefully. “I’m sorry about last night,” he said ruefully. “It was wrong of me…”

When I heard his words, it was like a dam burst inside me and I broke down crying.

“I should have known,” he continued slowly, “I should have respected you for who you are Rachel, from the beginning…” His words only made me sob more. I was so exhausted, confused, and mad. I didn’t know what to make of him or of myself or of what I was feeling.

Then I stopped crying and looked at him.  “Albert” I said slowly, “I must know…was it liberation or bondage? What happened last night?  Which was it… please tell me! I must know!”

When I said those words, he burst out laughing. “Oh Rachel, dearest Rachel! You are simply a miracle. A  miracle! Where have you been all my life?” He bent forward and took my face in his hands and hungrily kissed my lips. I was surprised by his hunger. There was something about him, a depth I’d never met before in any man. I remembered how I’d wanted him the last time we were together. How true and real it had seemed at the time. But was it still true now – after all he had put me through?

He drew back from me and sighed. “The wise would say true liberation is only to be found in freedom from the bondage to our desires.” When I didn’t reply, he continued. “I studied for years in the East when I was young – with a Zen master. Only to find myself a slave to my own raging desires. And now there is you. Here in my bed.” He smiled. “Liberation will just have to wait. A little longer.”

He pulled back the covers and put his hands on my naked breasts. I had forgotten I was naked. I sighed at his touch, not knowing if I was mad at him anymore or where life was taking me. So I let him. His caress was gentle and kind. I sank back into the pillows and soon he was kissing my neck and breasts. He sat up again, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Albert, I should call Stefan.”

“Don’t worry, I sent him to Cairo on business last night.” He was pulling off his pants. “I told him I’d look after you.” There was just the tiniest of smiles at the corner of his lips as he said these words, while his hands were seeking my breasts again. I didn’t even have time to pout because he bent forward to kiss me, whispering, “Now will you turn off that little head of yours and stop worrying! Everything will work out just fine. I promise you…”

Good pussy bad pussy. Liberation bondage… I couldn’t know and didn’t know. All I knew was the intensity of his hands and his mouth, bearing down on me, like before making me surrender and follow his every move. And even though I was sore after the rough treatment Felix had given me the night before, I felt my hips begin their little dance, quite on their own, as Albert reached down to touch me and caress my wet pussy. He was gentle and I was sure he knew I was sore.

“Hmmm,” he sighed moving softly with me and pleasuring me in ways I did not know were possible. And when I was moaning and begging him to take me, he finally entered me, plunging himself ever deeper into my waiting womb. And there it was again, the intense thrill of being possessed by this incredible man. And once again his timing was perfect, his touch exquisite, and we exploded together, into the mystical, beautiful space of his big white bed.

 Oh Albert!

From “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale”

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A. Aimee wrote Rachel’s Tale — or “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” — to delight our beautiful adult bedtime stories. The main character, Rachel, is the wild mother, tired of the quotidian, burning to escape and to taste the unknown. Dealing with the world proves challenging but worth every bit of it. As the gracious version of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde, Rachel offers you, the reader, a complete character. The conflict between Good Pussy and Bad Pussy makes Rachel real: the lover longing for a handsome stud fights the mother missing her little son – lover wins on the short run; the wife running away from boredom returns from the inner emptiness of deluxe harlotry – neither one matching her fate. Eventually (spoiler alert)…… There is more than one mother in this archetypal fairy tale of Rachel. It is a story about mothers that I invite you to read. Don’t…

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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…

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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.

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… 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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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.

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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….