My beloved and loving Yeshe
My loving luminescent Lama and my the lover of my soul Andorra my being. We had to get to get dressed and out of the poppy field before opium farmer woke up. It seem like a wonderful dream...all of it. You said that we had to go back to the abandoned monastery.
"Don't be afraid of the place , darling Nebo, it's our home," you said holding my chin and gently kissing me on the lips. I kissed you in return
We walked back to the old monastery holding hands and in eachothers arms. It was hard not to cry but I had to think of it as home. Though it reminded me of our monastery in mustang. That's how I looked at it.
We had a breakfast at a tea house new our shelter. When we arrived to the eerie place I plucked a red prayer flag and put it next to my heart in the hopes of warding off the ghosts. In the room we coupled for most of the morning. I made sure to look at nothing else other than your wise eyes.
"Nebo mt delicate lotus...I just wanted you to know that I love you and alway will." You said. Kissing me from my mouth and you opened my dress you kissed my body as if your were kissing my chakras and the kissed and gently massaged my womanhoodwith your tounge. The petting, lapping and stroking. It was enough to for get about the hauntings.
When you were going to start on my breasts you noticed the flag and asked "let me guess the ghosts?" You then cupped and caressed my breasts while you kissed me.
You opened my legs and gently entered me and I rapped my legs around your thrusting hips. We climaxed at the same time.
When we word done you said that I very precious to you as we kissed and I teased your nipples.
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Amoung the prayer flags
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...
