A monk and his love

Love letter too a monk 1

Yeshe my love

My pain subsiding I was able to do the more exotic poses and but my belly started to swell. The monster growns in me. But that doesn't stop your love for me. You found away to that we could making love.  I was open to it.  I kissed your member and nipping it playfully and suckling it you then you took my buttocks and stroked and kissed the inner cheeks with your tounge. I felt more pleasure than pain and the pleasure ran through me like lightning. We did this in his position for most of the morning and then asked if I mind sitting on your face and made love to your mouth. I did not and couldn't resist. Told you you lay back and as I sat on your mouth and you did the rest with your tounge. I just let the heat and silliness bring me to climax. I got up and laid beside you facing you.

"That monster never made me climax like you did," I said stroking your face with my hand. "Do you know how to end pregnancy, I don't want this monster"

You then got up and handed me some herbs to eat. Which I did and then you said that we were going to a spring  where the water is hot stay until the monster left my body. On that moon lite night we went to the spring and made love in the water and I took you into tantric position and coupled until the pains came. When they did I got out of the water, kissed you and ride my self of the fetus. The pains continued and I went back to the water for pain relief and your love. Once the blood stopped and I got help from you I got dressed and we left.

"Now I can't let that barabarian limit our love," I said limping but in your arms.

The next morning you let me rest and I meditated and read the books you bought me. I managed to read one, a love story. I enjoyed it but started another... a book on more exotic positions. I would practice for our coupling but I promised  you that I you to take it easy. Saw I memorized them and read them. I started to draw erotic images of Buddhist deities which I filled the colours in later.  As I was writing a love poem you came in.

"Love you have kept busy while I was gone." You said.

"I didn't do anything physical. Just reading poems and painting. " I showed you my drawing/paintings. They turned you on.

"You want to make love with me I take it," you said eying my art. " I got you a few things for you on my way home from begging. " you handed me a red prayer flag that I put in my robes and you draped my shoulders with sets of prayer flags, some more books and a black pearl ring.

" you wear all the time and our luck and love will grow." You said. I told you about what that monster Tashi did and that I had no will well towards him. Tashi lived a rough life saw violence as a way of enlightenment. Which was wrong.

"I am proud of you, my love," you said kissing me. I said that I learned for the best teacher. I opened my legs and you kissed my womanhood and crawled up to make out with me. I could feel your hardness. You inserted it into me and we made love.  Suddenly I felt loved and not violated. We were one being again.