Was it true? Were they really back together? After all they’d been through. Or was it only a dream… an impossible dream…
Quivering, trembling, there was no way they could possibly get enough of each other after the loss and trauma they each had suffered. But after he came back, they tried. Sometimes frantically, sometimes slowly, sometimes… but always scrambling, always with a desperation that surprised even them, always trying to dissolve the illusion of separation that haunted them still. Like a panic that spread like wildfire in the soft, gentle night. “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t die! Please don’t die!”
“But we’re back together again,” her rational mind said over and over again and so did his. But their bodies said otherwise. Their bodies knew otherwise. Their bodies had other memories. Memories of loss, terror, anguish… memories of captivity… memories of separation, despair, death… memories…
“Oh God, please set us free,” echoed in their souls. “Please let us go.” But the trembling would not go away.
Albert nuzzled gently into Rachel’s neck as he inhaled the glorious aroma of her sumptuous hair. At least there was this he thought. Tangible goodness he could hold on to. Astonishing, astounding, real love. He was with her again. This amazing woman with those incredible green eyes that he loved with all his heart and soul. He slid his hand slowly down her smooth abdomen to her waiting pussy. She felt soft, warm and inviting.
Rachel sighed blissfully. Her nipples were taunt, her pussy wet and waiting, aching for him.
And for that blissful moment, Albert felt himself letting go, losing himself. Dissolving, disappearing… for a moment, for that blissful moment. Aahh… aaahhhh… aaaaahhhhh.
It was as if there was a sea breeze around them, ever so tender. It was just the slightest movement of air. Ever so slight, but he could feel it. And wondered if she could too. Wondered if she was there, as fully present as he was. But then he knew, of course she was. That was the thing about Rachel. The thing… she had this amazing ability to be present….
And so he sighed and let himself go and knew, at that moment, he was losing himself in her, losing himself and everything about him… losing, dissolving, becoming nothing and yet at the same time becoming everything… everything with her, everything! Merging, yes merging… and he found himself wondering, “Where do I end and where does she begin?”
“Rachel,” he whispered and it touched her heart. “I love you.”
“I know,” she said and was as quiet as a soft wind on some far distance ocean that no one ever saw or heard.
And when he heard her words, he smiled and his soul was at peace, as it went dancing through the universe, happy and free, at least for a while.
About Rachel and Albert from Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity by A. Aimee