Yeshe my daring love
At was at night and we were in the poppy field together. We were looking a the quarter moon. We were having a philosophical conversation and I was sitting on your lap facing the moon. When we talked we ended up kissing in the moonlight. The white poppies glowedva nice blue and so was our flesh.
We made love in a ghostly blue world. While we kissed you got between my legs and and gently stroked and rubbed my womanhood. I bit my lip with both love and pleasure.
I finally lost in it and told you to penitentrate me.... even though I was no longer a virgin thanks to you my darling.
We kissed while you entered me and humped me womanhood. I hugged you head while you gently kissed me, petting your shaved head. After though I explored your body and grabbed your butt checks. I started to fool around with you from behind.
"What are you doing love?" You asked. Looking at the sparkle in your eyes and the gentle smile I knew you were just curious.
"I Was exploring your behind," I whispered.
"Keep playing me my love" you said kissing me. We both climaxed at the same that night. We got dressed and walked back to our shelter. All the while you kept commenting that my piercings twinkled. I told you that I would rather that we said nothing until we got back.
When we got back the room was lit with moon light but you lit a candle and started writing poems. You gave them to me when you were done
Something for your collection," you said and kissed me and winked at me. It was Yeti love poems.
I read them slowly and carefully then put them with the others. I told you to came back to bed and put the candle out. I passionately made love to you while coupling. My kissed were a little rougher and messier than usual.
"What got into you my little love slave?" You asked. Kissing me back
"I don't know...it's those poems, they inspire me,"I said giggling.
The next morning I only saw some new poems that you created. Which I read continuesly until you came back. I also wrote a few of my own for your eyes only.
YOU ARE READING
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...
