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“When I made love to Stefan. I knew it in my heart… I knew and understood that I had gone to a space beyond good pussy bad pussy… gone to a space beyond… because…

Real Love is unconditional.

Real Love is beyond borders.

Real Love is beyond names.

Real Love is Universal, all embracing, free.

Real Love is free flowing. Free flowing love.

Real Love is liberation.

Liberation from bondage.

Liberation from the prison of ideas.

Liberation from pain.

Liberation. Into the flow of Life.

(photo: Egotastic.com)

Feeling the free-flowing Life Force.

Love!

And there I was, feeling it again.

Feeling the Love coursing through my veins… in and through me!

Alive! Moving! Breathing! Alive!

No ownership, no yours or mine, no this or that.

Just free and unlimited, free and unlimited Bliss.

Beyond the cage of words, beyond limitation, beyond good or bad.

Beyond you belong to me and I belong to you.

Beyond good pussy bad pussy… beyond…

A Divine Knowing, a Divine Certainty…

That this is Love… Love! Unconditional Love!

The free flowing of Life.

The free expression of Life.

The free movement of it in and through me.

The bliss of that, the joy of that, the present moment awareness of that…

LOVE!

FREEDOM!

FREE!

Even if only for a little while…”

Excerpt from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” by A. Aimee

Amazon link: http://amzn.to/1IGMKoY

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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 up above her, supporting himself with his powerful arms, staring down at her with an intensity only he possessed – she understood him perfectly.

“Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, woman… ” she heard the little demon inside her hissing softly in her ear.

For one short moment, the real Rachel Somers, the Rachel Somers inside the writhing, aching, longing body of this particular Rachel Somers, laughed. And though no one else in the entire universe heard, she did. And so she laughed heartily and joyfully at herself, and at Albert, and at her life, and at her search for wisdom, too.

“It’s almost too funny,” she thought.

And there she stood, perfectly poised. Perched, before that formidable plunge into the cosmic void when all that Light hit her.

“He is the most strange and powerful man I’ve ever known,” her brain screamed.

“I am the most strange and powerful woman I’ve ever known,” the echo came back from deep inside her.

And right before she let go and jumped, heart first and ecstatic, into the nothingness before her, she knew, once and for all, now and forever – that nothing in her life would ever be the same again. Nothing would ever be completely clear cut and understandable again. No never. Never ever. That part of her journey was done.

Then she closed her eyes and let the passion – his passion and hers – and the passion of living and loving and of being alive all wrapped in one – finally carry her over the edge.

And as she flew fast, hurtling through space towards her Infinite Self, she screamed, delirious as a sacrificial lamb suddenly released from the agony of the limitations of this earthly existence…

“And this is exactly the way it’s supposed to be… ” she thought as she disappeared.

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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.

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.

Excerpt from my book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” by A. Aimee

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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…

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 so fabulous! Abso-fucking-lutely fabulous! Because finally we’ve stopped the chatter and are totally present in this amazing NOW moment.

So… no wonder we’re all so 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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Wondering what’s behind “Good Pussy Bad Pussy”? Here are some great interviews about the book for your reading pleasure:

”What do you do with a Good Pussy Bad Pussy?” interview on Sex In Word.ca: http://bit.ly/1LiMa0z

Interview about why I wrote “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” on Crazy Mind.com: http://bit.ly/1CSu9l7

“Writing erotica? What me?” Interview on Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette by Guy Hogan called “I Write Erotica: Amy Aimee”: wp.me/p4l6rJ-aZI

Tim Spencer – erotic book narrator – interviews me about “Good Pussy Bad Pussy”. Posted on his site here: http://bit.ly/1woo54z

Talking about the Big O and “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” in the Naughty Readers Boudoir here: http://bit.ly/1DPWuKW

BillieRosie interview about “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” on her blog here: http://alturl.com/t4ns7 

My publisher Bedroom Books interviews me here about writing “Good Pussy Bad Pussy”: http://bit.ly/1vlbykh

January Gray’s Author Spotlight featuring A. Aimee and “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” here: http://bit.ly/1Ddl6jL

Erotica for All in the UK features A. Aimee with an excerpt from book here: http://bit.ly/1LkYKON

Author interview with A. Aimee about writing “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” featured here: http://bit.ly/1CSuPqP

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How are you holding the sexual experience?

Sex and the different levels of energy

Most everyone knows there are different levels of energy – whether or not a person has formulated this awareness consciously in his or her mind or put words to it.

Everyone can feel the difference between feeling angry or feeling loving. Everyone can feel the difference between feeling depressed or happy. Everyone can feel the difference between being confused and being clear. We all know that these are quite different and distinct feelings. And the energy of these different feelings feels quite different and distinct.

We also know that the energies of depression, fear or anxiety make us feel heavy, lonely and make us want to withdraw from life. While the energies of love, passion and enthusiasm make us feel open and happy and make us feel excited about life.

So we could say some energies make us feel good while others make us feel less good about ourselves and life.

So on a scale from lower (at the bottom of the list) to higher – we can generally categorize the energies like this:

High, good-feeling energy

Love / passion / enthusiasm / joy / happiness

Acceptance / seeing life for what it truly is

Intellectual understanding / rational thinking / clarity

Courage / willingness to participate in life

Anger / aggression / blaming others

Fear / anxiety / blaming self

Depression / blaming self

Guilt / shame / blaming self

Low, bad-feeling energy

When we frame things in this way, we can see that the lower energies make us feel less good about life and ourselves while the higher energies make us feel better about life and ourselves. So in this connection, isn’t it logical that the way in which we relate to sex depends on what energy level we are vibrating on because this will determine how we hold the sexual experience?

So it can be interesting to ask yourself – how am I holding the sexual experience? Am I holding it with the energy of love, joy and enthusiasm or am I holding it in an energy field of anger or fear or blame? Where am I (or someone I know) on the scale of energies when it comes to the sexual experience?

You can also look around and see how different segments of society hold the sexual experience. Some people and groups are in the shaming and blaming frequency, while others are in the anger-jealousy frequency. And some are further up the scale in the loving, joyous frequencies. It’s really pretty easy to assess where people are when you take the time to notice.

It’s an interesting experiment. Just take a step back and think about what level people are vibrating on in general. You will discover it’s pretty obvious. Then think about some of the people you know and you will see it right away. Some people are just complainers. It’s so obvious when you think about it and you know it immediately. Because complaining is a very special energy. You can also easily identify those people you know who are joyful, positive and appreciative. It’s easy to identify them because joy and appreciation feel quite different from anger, sadness or anxiety.

With this in mind, if we go back to the sexual experience, we can then see that people and their relationship to the sexual experience must automatically be affected and influenced by the vibrational frequency they are operating on. So yes, there are people who are sad and depressed and who are sad and depressed about life in general and their sexual experiences in particular. And some who are feeling shameful about their bodies and their experiences – sexual and otherwise. And there are some who are anxious and still others who are angry. And finally, there are those who are accepting and even joyful, passionate and loving when it comes to life in general and the sexual experience in particular. So it all makes perfect sense when you understand the general frequency levels people are vibrating on.

Which brings us back to our starting point: What about you and me? Well it’s obvious isn’t it! If we want to improve our sexual experience, it’s a good idea to get some good foreplay going and work on raising the level of our energy. Because it’s the level of our energy – in other words the frequency we are vibrating on – that is going to determine how the sexual experience is for each of us!

 

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When I made love to Stefan. I knew it in my heart… I knew and understood that I had gone to a space beyond good pussy bad pussy… gone to a space beyond… because…

Real Love is unconditional.

Real Love is beyond borders.

Real Love is beyond names.

Real Love is Universal, all embracing, free.

Real Love is free flowing. Free flowing love.

Real Love is liberation.

Liberation from bondage.

Liberation from the prison of ideas.

Liberation from pain.

Liberation. Into the flow of Life.

Feeling the free-flowing Life Force.

Love!

And there I was, feeling it again.

Feeling the Love coursing through my veins… in and through me!

Alive! Moving! Breathing! Alive!

No ownership, no yours or mine, no this or that.

Just free and unlimited, free and unlimited Bliss.

Beyond the cage of words, beyond limitation, beyond good or bad.

Beyond you belong to me and I belong to you.

Beyond good pussy bad pussy… beyond…

A Divine Knowing, a Divine Certainty…

That this is Love… Love! Unconditional Love!

The free flowing of Life.

The free expression of Life.

The free movement of it in and through me.

The bliss of that, the joy of that, the present moment awareness of that…

LOVE!

FREEDOM!

FREE!

Even if only for a little while…

 

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