One of the times when we were making love after talking about the poetry he not only gave me the books by the sixth Dalai Lama but he also put a ring on top of it and I was wondering what the hell that was about. He said that he wanted to marry me and want me to be his own and only his own to love and cherish. He slipped the ring on my hand before I had a chance to say I do. That time we made love again this time I was crying not because of pleasure or shame but actually because I was in love and I wanted this man to be inside me for the rest of my life. I was crying with joy that I was very with him for the rest of my life never mind him being inside me. He kissed me gently sweetly and tenderly as he did the same with his thrusting. I followed his rhythm so I can feel him inside me his harness his legs as well as his tone body even though he looks more like a yeti or a Lumber jack. He looked more lumber jack Daniels early and he was very rough looking but handsome. I ran my fingers through his hair as he throws it in to me I pulled his head close to my lips his lips touching mine we made out as we expressed our love. He said that he was severely in love with me that he thought that we may have met in a past life as I said Reiki master.
I didn't know how to tell my parents who are very protective of me that I have not only lost my virginity but also became engaged to my own climbing colds and fell in love. It was gonna be a hard pill to swallow to hear they're complaining about this whole situation about me running off to Katmandu and to climb Everest at a young age with him. As you can tell if my parents are very protective I've had bad relationships before and none of them turned out right but this one is true blue I thought at the time but he was so gentle with his touch though he look so tough. He didn't have tattoos or piercings off he just looked not clean-shaven and a lumberjack big and tall and girls 5 o'clock shadow. He was just don't want to look at and he was so beautiful with or without his clothes. He wanted me to make love to him again.
As we made love I asked him if we were going to climb Everest anytime soon he said that he had planned to go to Nepal the very next week so I started packing my shit up and we went to Katmandu after a few stops. I couldn't wait to go on Summit Everest and to be able to kiss him on the summit. This was a guy a few broken promises. When I have a chance I read the poems of the six Dalai Lama they turned me on even though nation they made me think of my lover Paul. As he gave them to me. And whenever I was ready to be in the books, you're more I wanted to make love to him and tell him I love him and have him whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I wanted him to love me more than he says he does. Love me!