My darling Yeshe
The Buddha of erotic love. My lover in secret and my teacher in public. The love, compassion and pleasure that you give is ecasty. We were near the local stupa and again I got caught in the prayer flags and I giggled. I don't why I keep getting caught in the prayer flags but it keeps happening. Especially when you are with me. You fellowed me to find me and tried to untangle me: I told you that I did not mind. We were hidden amoungst the flags so no one could see you. You cupped my face with bother you hands and kissed me. Deeply, passionately and yet gentle. I couldn't handle myself and had to lean on the stupa as we kissed. While kissing we ended up exploring our bodies. This I never get tired of this. While you were exploring my body I felt a surge of pleasure. While exploring bodies and kissing you were exploring and playing with my womanhood. Your boneyfingers playing within me. The your fingers left me.
"You mind if you kiss my fingers?" You asked
I took the hand you used to pleasure me and slowly kissed and licked each finger. It was sort of pleasant to taste my being for the first time. I got so hot and bothered I got under you monk robes and used you member and then when I was done there I popped up and kissed you in the mouth. Holding your face.
"Isn't it interesting to taste oneself from a lover?" I asked. "I found it wonderful."
"Agreed my beautiful," you answered kissing me.
You lifted me from my feet in your arms and kissed me gently. You then had to navigate through the prayer flags doing so I giggled like a girl. Then we went to our shelter as the darkness came. You laid me one the bed and put your head next to my womanhood and kissed it. And I kissed your member. We kept this up in candle light until the morning
We slept in that morning in this odd position. When we woke up we continued on from the the night before.
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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...
