Yeshe my lover and teacher
The Buddha of my heart, teacher of my being lover of my soul. I was guessing you were done sweeping when I checked outside and decided was a day that I was going to take a flower. I again put on the scented oils and inscense and inserted the last flower we had into my womanhood. I losened up my robes and got into bed reading a book on the teachings.
When you came in my darling I was ready. You notice that I had an exotic sent and that all the flowers were gone.
"I guess I have a treat for me to sniff," you commented.
"Come over here my beloved lover," I said. "I want you to make love to me." You got into bed and started to explore every bit of my body with your nose. And then you saw the flower I could feel your length get hard on my leg. You went down and sniffed the flower. Then you used that tounge of yours and got it out of my womanhood. I took the flower from your mouth and threw it on the floor. I kissed the top of your head and gently held it there so you can kiss my womanhood. Eating it. There was the usual stroking and kissing it. But then I felt you going around with your tounge and I climaxed and if I didn't know any better I thought you penitrated me with your tounge. You drank my juices and then crawled up to kiss me. Your lips where hovering over mine and my scent on your lips and then we kissed while embracing eachother.
I sat on your length and lip it slide into my wetness. You sat up so we can continue kissing while I road you. I loving and gently stroked your facial scars. You looked a frail version of Chinese warrior monk but slim and Tibetan. I was going wash up but I loved your musky scent so I stayed we fell asleep in the candle light.
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