My smitten monk, Yeshe
When you came back to teach me calligraphy and get into more romanic mischief. I put the book I was reading and jumped on you: arms and legs in embrace.... we kissed. As if was the last time we're going to meet. You told me that I have something for me. And you pulled out a fabric poppy, hand made, and put it behind my ear. You told me that I look just like I was in the poppy field. You kissed me. As I was going to sit on your lap for calligraphy practice. And you pulled the bottom of my robe up over your head and you buried your face in my lower cheeks and I felt you stroking the inner cheeks with your tounge. A shock of passion and pleasure went through me. I giggled then took the bottom my robe off your head.
"My mischievous monm, looks like we are going to be in more mischief than learning, " I laughed and sat in your lap kissed your mouth and got started with the calligraphy. As you guided me and I practicing you kissed and ran your tounge up and down my neck. I felt the wet love. But I kept writing and writing sentences in an artistic manner. While you were fooling around with my body I wrote a love poem when a nun and monk fell in love with eachother. When you read the poem you felt humbled, folded it up and put next to your chest. I love you more then ever. It was like me and my little red prayer flag.
After the lame lesson, I climbed over you to the other side of your bed. We took of our robes and got under the covers and stared into eachothers eyes body pressed together. I still had the poppy behind my ear and took my poem and quietly recited it to me. I did not know how beautiful and erotic it sounded. Mostly beautiful. I saw a tear in your eye. And I kissed your check passionately and gently.
"Nebo my loving lotus you are a female Lama trained as a monk...not some ugly nun." You kissed me and petted my shaved head. "Do you like your poppy that I gave you?"
I said, "yes my loving Buddha" I kissed you. "It makes me feel feminine."
"Glad you like it."
Soon we looked into eachothers eyes in a meditative state until I grabbed, played and tickled your manhood. You climaxed. We laughed and I fell asleep. Soon I wake up to you kissing my chakras every so slowly to get my dander up. It worked.
"You loveable Yeti." I screamed. "How I want you inside me." You kissed my crown again and laughed. You put my legs into a split and ran your tounge on the inside of my thighs near my anatomy. You then stopped and said that I was really flexible from martial arts training, and the different types sutras.
"You liked that, my delicate lotus?!" You ask and I said yes. I knew we would get into mischief this afternoon. You got into your robes, and I already dressed took out the book I was reading when you discussions with the nouvices.
You later came back with dinner and told me that we going tantric tonight. I cupped you face and smiled.
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Amoung the prayer flags
DragosteNebo was a young woman who did think she'd fall in love a man or a monk at this. But her looking for shelter lead her to true in the for of 60 year old yeshe tsang. This is talking place during the first Dalai Lamas. Based on my past life. Thi...
