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There she is, Rachel with her riotous hair. Beautiful, innocent and knowing. Warm, wet, wild, wondering. Sexual, sweet. Sumptuous, soft, silent, serene, smooth… lovely, laughing, lyrical, luscious and light… Pure Light…

And Rachel is thinking, “How can this be? How could this be happening to me? Who is this man? How did he come to me? What is his power? Him, is he the One I belong to?  Is he? How can he be both handsome and divine? How can he know me so well? Why do I recognize him? Where has he been all my life? Why is it when he touches me, I find myself falling, falling, falling into some sweet tender abyss, some all-encompassing oblivion, as if it was a blessed realm… ”

As the thoughts swirl around her head like fairy dust, she closes her eyes and lets herself go, swooning as he touches her and she find herself transported to a place she’s never known before, experiencing a release and an abandon she’s never felt…

Albert’s touch is electric. Both hard and soft. Both knowing and innocent. It sets her soul free.

And yes, there it is. Rachel gasps as she glimpses the amazing freedom she is experiencing as he/she/they open the door to that Blessed Realm and take the plunge together… down, down, down, higher, higher, higher… falling, falling, falling… flying… faster, faster, faster…

 Because there it is and that is when Rachel sees it for the very first time, as he shows it to her, or it is revealed to her, or she finds it for herself… that is when, whatever it is, happens…that is when she sees that glimpse of loveliness Divine… and then, oh yes then, she/he/him/her are changed, now and forever, and they will never again think or dream of other loveliness than Thine… because they have touched upon that Blessed Realm, which we are all longing for… which we are all dreaming of… where love is steadfast and kind… and never fails us. All of our days… now and forever, for all our tomorrows…

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 A glimpse of Rachel and Albert from the Good Pussy Bad Pussy books…

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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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A glimpse at Rachel and Albert from the “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books by A. Aimee.

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

She was no longer Rachel Somers with an identity to protect or preserve. He had freed her, as lovingly and as carefully as any man could, of whatever it was she thought 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 her everyday reality into some awesome cosmic plane she did not recognize.

“This is not me,” she thought and tingled all over with pleasure. “This is not anyone.” And that was when he plunged headlong, headstrong, into her, finding in her a depth she did not know she possessed.

So she spread her legs wide, baring her soul and allowing him entry everywhere – allowing him anything, everything. And then, when he raised himself up above her, supporting himself with his powerful arms, looking down at her with an intensity only he possessed – she knew she would love him always.

Always.

Then for one short moment, the real Rachel Somers, the woman inside the woman inside the woman inside this body she was inhabiting, sighed softly and laughed. And though no one else in the entire universe heard her, she did. And she knew she had found a place and a peace and a platform which belonged to her alone.

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

“Oh Albert,” she heard herself whispering softly to herself, “you are the most strange and wondrous man I have ever known.” And the echo came back immediately from somewhere deep inside her, “And I am the most strange and wondrous woman I have ever known.” And it was true, so true.

Then, 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 no matter what happened, nothing in life could ever separate her from Albert. Ever. Nothing. Not even separation itself.

So 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 cried out, delirious and joyful as the beloved sacrificial lamb does when suddenly it is released from the agony of the limitations of this earthly existence…

And as she disappeared into the Light, her heart sang and she gave thanks…

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

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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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… 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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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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