My loving Yeshe
The compassionate Buddha of love. My teacher. Tantric lover. I remember one mid afternoon that we went to a poppy field that near the town. You didn't say that we were headed to a poppy field that it was a surprise. Was too distracted by your handsome and gentle face that I tripped and I fell. I thought and told you that I twisted my ankle. You took me in to your arms and carried me to the poppy field. I gently kissed your neck until I noticed the beautiful smell of poppies in the air. When we got there you put a poppy behind my ear and I told you to turn around. I hiked my robes up and inserted another poppy into my womanhood. Then I laid down.
"Come rin-thang-chen-po," (precious) I said to you. "And kiss my chakras." You came and started to kiss my chakras. Starting from the crown to the root being my womanhood. Only when you got to my womanhood you were surprised by another poppy. You gently and slowly kissed my womanhood and dig out the poppy with your tounge.
"You are very surprising my Sweet Nebo" You said kissing me tranfurring the poppy from your mouth to mine. I took it out of my mouth and put it behind your ear.
"And I never felt this kind of love from anyone never mind a monk like you. My love" I said kissing you.
We spent the afternoon practicing tantric yoga among the poppies and spent the night in eachothers arms coupling.
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A monk and his love
RomanceWhenever nebu decide to leave her family at the age of 16 to be with a monk who is 50 years her senior she ends up falling in love with him. And being in love with him she find out who she truly is and what the world really is like both loving and h...
