To the love of my life, Yeshe
I remember one morning when I woke up to find You kissing the nape of my neck, throat and then licking my ear as you were a puppy. I didn't turn around because I took pleasure in it. I just held your face gently against mind while you kissed me. I checked if you were hard and then I hiked up my robes and let you enter me from behind. You used your hands to find my womanhood and when you did you played with it. I put your face next to mine we nuzzled to the rhythm of your humping. You said that you loved me with all your body mind and spirit.
"Did you like the playing," you asked.
As I climaxed I moaned, "yes!!" I thought I was in a dream world until you got up holding my hand gently "I have to leave you for while, those steps can't sweep themselves." You said. You held my face and l let you go.
I then left to collect different flowers to surprise you later my love. The walk took half a day then I found a small field of wild flowers and picked the most unique and pretty smelling. I then headed back but not with out getting lunch. I found a tea house in the village and spent whatever meagre change and ate my lunch. Then the owner came up to me and recognized me.
"Your that monk loving slut, he said. I tried to ignore him until his lude questions of our relationship got obsence.
"It's just love! And real love is non judgmental, you ignorant oaf. " I said without finishing my food. I wasn't going to let that person affect my day. And I waked back to the monastery. When I saw you still sweeping I immediately told you what happened at the tea house. You mumbled an obscenity. I took you by the hand and said that I was fine and did use violence. You cupped my face and kissed me and was proud of me.
"My luminousant Buddha of love, I have a treat for you. " I said.
"Is it another poppy," you asked playfully.
"Close," I said. I got my self prepared and decided to up the ante and inserted one of the flowers in my womanhood. Putting the others in water.
When you came in you sniffed the flower and gently put your tounge in to dig out the flower. I giggled loadly and sniffed the flower after you gave it to me and threw it on the floor. And kissed you. Our mixed tastes that I tasted was sensual.
I loved you since I saw you, my loving Lama.
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