My loving Yeshe
Things couldn't get worse for me. I asked Tashi where he learned martial arts. He said that his parents took him to Korea to learn fighting and education. He said that preferred the martial arts which was called tae kyon and ran of when it came learning other things. I saw in his room a samurai sword from Japan that his teacher gave him when he was leaving for home.
"I know use it for practice or hack to death people who annoyed me" Tashi said. I told him that I wanted to learn his techniques. Big mistake. I had to hide my poppy that you gave me. Tashi kissed me but never said I love you.
The next day I was forced out of the clothes and forced to wear white pants and and white shirt that was closed buy a long white belt. Then Tashi came out wearing the same outfit but with black belt. And his idea of training was him doing fancy kicks and punches on me while I forced to stand up and take the beating. Then he took me my the hair and roughed me up while we had sex and biting me while we kissed. That's when I missed you.
I got angry and told Tashi that my heart was for you and not him.
"You seem to only like men of the cloth. How about being with a nun tonight while I watch." I was terrified because I never been with a woman but i had no choice to say no.
That night was my first time coupling a woman. She came to me and kissed me and ran her mouth kissing all the way to my womanhood where she kissed. Then I laid her down on the bed and kissed her chakras. Tashi got excited and threw me out of the bed and proseeded to make love to the woman. I took this opportunity to fetch my poppy and ran off to help while Tashi busied himself. I ran to the monastery where I left makundra, walked in and clapsed. The Lama saw my condition and and asked for a sage to help me. Who watched me sleep. When I woke up he said that I was malnutrished, rapped and severely beaten and that I was with child. The sage said that should gain my strength and eat and that I was lucky that I was conscious. He then told the nouvice to expect arradic behaviour. I wasn't going to tell that happen saw i slept unless it was to time eat.
Then one day I heard your loving voice and felt your boney hand hold my face. I gently stirred and saw your face. You kissed me gently. And put the poppy behind my ear. Kissed me again.
"How did you find me" I asked you. You told me that you searched until he found this monastery where a Lama Nebo Tsang was seeking sheltered. Then you found me. I told you everything and I sobbed. Your weren't angry. I told you that I was with his child and you said that everything was going to be fine and that if the child is a she then she will become a nun and if it's a he then he was going to trained as a monk.
"I have to be with her until I can take her home. " you demanded and they agreed. I was surprised that you weren't angry at all. You climbed into bed with me and we coupled. It was as if you never left except that I was black and blue. When we weren't coupling, your were reciting poems and helping me eat. After I got strong enough we left for home but had to find another way home.
On the way home I read the books you gave me and we made out or coupled. I told you that I will never be flexible again because of the abuse. You said the fuck with flexibility and that you loved me. You asked about makundra and I said that she died. I wanted to cry but you kissed my temple and accepted the truth. When we arrived to mustang and back to the monastery you shaved my head and put me in new robes and threw out the bloody rags.
"I promise the next time I travel I'll be bring you. I am so upset with my self for letting this happened"you said. You got on top of me and kissed my chakras and inserted yourself into me and we made tender love. I couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. But i will feel more pleasure in the coming days. I love you, my teacher.
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RomanceNebo 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...