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."
A
glimpse of Rachel and Albert from the “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books. There are 2
books: “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” and “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in
Captivity”.
For
more see www.goodpussybadpussy.com
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