"About the mystical union between Rachel and Albert, the main characters in A.Aimee’s books, Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s tale and Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity."
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...
Buy Links for the Good Pussy Bad Pussy Books
Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale
Good Pussy Bad Pussy In Captivity
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