A woman’s tears can be a weapon to provoke love, but also can be the sublimation of romance, a woman who is willing to shed tears for you, either the most love, or extreme hatred.
The experience I recount below happened when I went on a trip a few years ago and it all seemed like a dream.
In the summer of that year, I was wandering alone in mainland China with a backpack, ready to cross the Tanggula Mountains after 36 hours of continuous bus transportation…
Just on the way down the hill, the bus suddenly lost control and crashed into the side of the hill. The 30-odd people on board the bus were shocked, but fortunately no one was more seriously injured.
It was three o’clock in the middle of the night, and when I found a flat patch of grass, I got away from the crowds and lay down to wait for daylight.
Suddenly, an arm touched me, and I pushed it so hard that the other person made a sound. It turned out to be a young girl, her left hand was injured, I pushed too hard, causing her wound to bleed.
“It hurts, quickly bandage my wound, okay?” The young girl spoke to me in impure Mandarin.
“But again, no gauze.” I was very beside myself.
“Use my silk scarf.” The young woman unwrapped a silk scarf from her neck.
I smelled the body odor emanating from her body as I bandaged her up.
The young girl suddenly hugged me and kissed me.
I was at a loss for words and tried hard to push her away.
The young girl made some nice strange movements, she wiped her tears with her fingers and then stuck her fingers in my mouth. I couldn’t defend myself, so I licked the tears she shed, salty, sour and bitter.
The young woman said, “Eat my tears, and you will be my man.”
I didn’t dare to raise my voice too loudly for fear of affecting others, so I whispered, “Who said that? There’s no such rule in my hometown!”
The young girl said, “But I have it back home!”
I asked, “Where is your hometown?”
The young girl said, “In a small town in Tibet, a small place you’ve never heard of.”
I struggled as the young girl pushed her tongue into my mouth and took my lower body in her hands again. Slowly the dress was removed, so quickly it became half naked, revealing a pair of breasts.
Underneath the young girl’s overlapping clothes was a bright pink piece of flesh, and when I touched her nipple lightly, she shrank and embraced forward again, pressing her nipple against the hole of my face.
I felt so hot, my whole body sweating as the young girl removed my shirt and pants, then pressed her fingers on my glans.
“I am a virgin, and the spirit child that some monks are looking for is me, and I have been running away for fear of finding it for them.”
“What’s wrong with being a spirit child? You can inherit the mantle.”
“No, because I’m not a boy, and finding it for them would force me to have daily spiritual intercourse with them.”
“Spiritual intercourse? What is it?” I asked in Mandarin.
“It’s really just intercourse, only said in a nice way.”
“If you’re afraid of intercourse, why do you want to do seedy things with me again?”
“I will break my virginity and they will never find me.”
The young girl shifted her body and pressed my glans against her eyes, rubbing them over and over.
I asked, “Why are you rubbing your eyes with my stuff?”
The maiden said, “I baptize you with tears.”
“Baptism? Is it a pre-coital baptism?”
“It is the baptism before spiritual intercourse, on the one hand, to wash the dirt from your manhood, and on the other hand, to bestow power on your glans.”
“You’re the dirty one! I’m still a virgin and much cleaner than you, at least I shower every day.”
The young girl said: “We Tibetans do not bathe, is to the body odor completely, dedicated to the first close to the man.”
I have heard it said that Tibetans only rinse their coolers three times in their lives, at birth, at marriage, and at passing away.
Instead, the young woman said to me, “Use your tongue and wash me thoroughly, okay?”
I ran my hands over her breasts, then down along them to her slender waist and then her rounded twat.
The girl said, “Kiss from here!”
I was already as if possessed, completely following her instructions, my tongue curling back and forth between the peaks of the mikoshi and the groin. I felt a refreshing meaty flavor, sweet and sour.
As if reading my mind, the young lady asked, “Doesn’t it smell sweet?”
I nodded my head and said, “Why is it like drinking yogurt?”
The girl replied, “That’s because we drink goat’s milk and oil tea.”
Tibet is full of mystery, I can’t imagine that a Tibetan girl is equally so mysterious, I kissed her like this inch by inch, feeling every part of her body with a different flavor.
I could smell, lick and feel: goat’s milk on my breasts, vanilla on my lips, lemon on my pussy lips… While I was “showering” her, the girl also used her hands, lips and tongue to caress my body, and in particular my bulging penis.
We embraced, changing our positions again and again, and when we got into a 69 position, I couldn’t help but clamp my legs around her head, and she responded in kind, clamping her strong thighs around me as I licked her pubic hair until it was all wet.
My tongue began to drive in, lifting the young girl’s red and tender labia before reaching into the vaginal wrap.
I didn’t want to break her hymen, so I advanced gently, as if searching.
The girl whispered to me, “Be strong, don’t worry, go in!”
I then went back in until the whole tongue was in.
I felt a wonderful flavor, more delicious than anything I had ever eaten. The young girl also took my prick into her mouth and circled my glans with the tip of her tongue.
We have entered the hot state at the same time, so we return to the normal position, ready to copulate. I touch a mold of their lower body, shocked, how to become so big and so long? More than a third longer than before.
The young girl mimi mouth laughed: “strange? Tibetan girl’s tears are so strange fried, especially the spirit child.”
My mind was full of doubts and I asked, “Can we start fucking?”
The young girl nods and we really do so intertwine.
She was indeed different from the rest, my prick was half the size of a normal man, and her thin, narrow little hole was like a magnetic field, sucking in my thing and then sucking my prick in bite after bite.
The young girl said, “You don’t have to move, I’ll do everything.”
I asked in surprise, “You said you were a virgin, how do you know how to make love!”
The young girl replied, “I am a spirit woman, and we do not only have physical intercourse, but also spiritual intercourse between both of us.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about, I just felt her swallowing my lower body until it was all the way in and then she hugged me tightly.
At that time, I was still a virgin, but after watching so many third grade tapes in my day, I knew that sex was all about pumping and punching.
When I was about to make a move, the maiden said, “Don’t move, we are in spiritual fellowship, we need not do anything, except my flesh.”
As I listened to her, I just thought about her body, her wet and slippery pubic hair, the tips of her soft and tender breasts, the high peaks of her thighs, her sweet and delicious pussy lips, her fragrant mouth… We hugged each other tightly and didn’t move a muscle, not a sound was heard. All I could hear was the sound of silence, and occasionally the sound of the wind blowing and grinding.
But, wordlessly, I felt a strange sensation in my lower body.
It was as if a couple of bugs had started biting me in the teenage vagina.
Gradually, what I felt was a thousand little insects, biting my manhood at the same time.
My whole shaft was so turgid and itchy from the bites that I wanted to pull her out right away.
The young girl’s eyes looked up at me and smiled at me, and I felt the little bugs already flowing all over my body, along with my blood. I couldn’t stand the taste of ant bites all over my body, so I started rubbing my skin against hers.
The girl also started to scratch my body with her fingers, which was very comfortable.
At this point, there was a wonderful sensation in the lower body, the orgasmic sensation of a man’s ejaculation, but it continued and lasted for ten minutes and still hadn’t stopped.
I couldn’t help but ask, “I’m afraid it’s bad for my body if I ejaculate continuously for so long.”
The young woman laughed: “You didn’t ejaculate.”
I said, “I’m obviously cumming.”
The young girl said, “Spiritual intercourse is the feeling of orgasm without ejaculation.”
I began to realize and feel the difference between spiritual intercourse and ordinary intercourse. I could feel billions of sex insects inside my body singing and dancing, jumping and bouncing and stepping on every cell and every blood vessel in my body, resonating.
I was in pain and so happy that I wanted to scream out, but I was afraid that the others would hear me, so I held back and held my tongue.
I don’t know how much time had passed, the sky was getting light, and the maiden said, “That’s enough, you have taken away my spirit, and my spirit will follow you all the days of my life.”
Dawn, I see clearly the face of the young girl, really cute, really can not imagine, it is just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.
“Sir, thank you very much!”
“You thank me more? For what?”
“You took away my spirit chastity, and I will no longer have the aura of a spirit child to appear, and no one will come after me anymore.”
When I arrived in Lhasa, the young girl waved goodbye to me.
Always spontaneous, I really seemed matronly this time.
I said to her, “Can I come with you to your hometown and visit your family?”
The girl said happily, “Great, let’s go together.”
After another four days and four nights, we arrived at her hometown, and during these four days, we had intercourse every night, and after much practice, we were able to get masturbation-like pleasure without removing our shirts and pants, just by looking at each other’s eyes.
When I went to her house, I was shocked again, but it turned out that she had a twin sister who was born exactly like her, and even her voice was a bit similar.
The young girl to my words: “My name is Dawa, her name is Xiaowa, I was born three minutes earlier than her, we are the soul of the same, my feeling, is her feeling, I make out with you, what she senses, we have an orgasm together.”
I thought it was unbelievable and asked an interesting question, “Are you a spirit child and is she not?”
The young girl pondered for a while without answering me.
I asked again, “I took away your virginity, and her virginity was given to that?”
The young girl said, “It’s all you, when you make love to me, you make love to her at the same time.”
“So tonight? …” I went so far as to make a bold request.
Little Eva looked at me as if she had known me for a long time and said to me, “I’ve been waiting for you for many days, and you’re finally here.”
That night, I thought it was with a small child in the same bed, but it turned out that the big child all came together, the three of us in the same room, the same bed, her parents obviously had the intention to arrange, but also instructed me: “foreigners, you treat us a pair of baby girl is good!”
The older one held my left side and the younger one held my right side, they helped me remove my upper body shirt but not my pants. Then, both tongues attacked me at the same time, as if they were trained hounds, they searched constantly with their mouths as well as their noses, and they worked together seamlessly.
When the big baby kisses my lips, the little baby kisses my ear beads, when the big baby kisses my left breast, the little baby kisses my right ear.
But they didn’t remove my pants. Don’t they want to have sex tonight?
Everything about me, was dominated by them, and after removing her clothes the big and small Erwa was not physically different, her body was equally so delicate. The only thing that could tell her apart was the odor that emanated from her lower pussy, which was completely different.
I sniffed one of them hard and asked, “You’re Dawa, aren’t you?”
I take another whiff of the little waif, remembering that aroma closely.
Xiao Wa said: “With the nose can certainly distinguish us, but the best way is to use the tongue to lick.”
It was incumbent upon me to immediately stick my tongue out and push it inside both of their vaginas.
I tasted two different flavors, one more sweet than sour and one more sour than sweet, and the difference was especially noticeable as the lust continued to flow out.
Little Eva suddenly hugged me tightly from the front, and Big Eva was right behind, the three of us forming a delicious piece of sandwich.
Dawa said, “We are starting to have spiritual intercourse.”
I said, “But I still haven’t taken off my pants!”
Xiaowei said, “It’s not necessary.”
Dawa went on to say, “You haven’t understood what spiritual intercourse is, and tonight we are going to have a higher level of intercourse without having to merge.”
The three of us, just like that, hugged each other tightly, without saying a word. Three minutes later, we had simultaneous orgasms.
This time was the first time in my life that I had an orgasm without the need to have sexual organ contact, and the orgasm lasted for over an hour.
The next day, I had breakfast with her parents, who suddenly said to me, “You have a destiny, come and save them!”
I didn’t know what they were going to say, so I just stared at them in silence.
Mom said, “Sir, you’re from Hong Kong, right?” I nodded my head.
“You take away Dawa and Little and bring them to Hong Kong, okay?”
My thoughts fluttered and I said, “If you want to go to Hong Kong, you must apply before you can enter the country!”
Daddy Wah said, “There is not enough time, they have already found their way here, and in two days, someone will come to take them away.”
“Who? Who’s coming for them?” I asked.
“Llamas! A class of lamas, they say my daughter is a spirit child and they want to take her.” Old Mother Wa said.
One on each side of Dawa and Xiaowa pulled my arms and said, “Please take us away!”
I do not know how I could have spared her because I knew that there was no way I could bring them back to Hong Kong.
Mom said, “Even if you don’t go to Hong Kong, you can take them to Nepal or India to avoid it.”
I was pestered by both of them and had no choice at all because when I left, they packed their bags and left with me.
Passing through Rikaze, big and small wards are always fine road women, playful and competitive, small wards said to see the sky burial, the sky is not yet light pulled me up the mountain, watched the sky funerary division stripped off the dead body’s skin, watched marijuana eagles will be corpses eaten to the bone.
The sky-burialist-hing crowd dispersed, and only the three of us remained on the hill.
I asked, “Why aren’t we leaving yet?”
Dawa said, “We’re going to have a blast in there!”
I thought it was strange: “Here?”
Little Eva said, “Yes, heaven and earth are our home, and the marijuana eagle is our friend.”
Xiao Wa let out a burst of weird screams to the sky, not long after two or three marijuana eagles flew over. Dawa and Xiaowei stretched out their hands and asked me to follow their strange behavior. The eagles pecked at their bodies with their mouths, and it turned out to be a way to take off their shirts for them.
A moment later, the clothes on the big and little waifs had been stripped down to nothing as if they were being extracted from a cocoon.
The sun came from behind them as if it were shooting through their bodies, and their bodies were shining white. A number of cannabis eagles rested on each of their arms, as if they were two holy women.
The youngest child said to me, “Take off your clothes and lie down.”
I follow her instructions, naked body, facing the sky, lying on top of the grass. Small child to the sparrow hawk issued a strange sound, and then to my lower body a finger, the sparrow hawk seems to know how to listen to her to say what she said, all fly over to my prick attack.
I was so afraid, but did not dare to move, the sparrow hawk seems to have a spirit, although constantly pecking my lower body, but all just right, the slightest bit have made me hurt. I feel incredibly comfortable, especially when the glans is pecked, every peck, that kind of prick will be instantly transmitted to the brain nerves.
Every time I pecked, my stock bounced a little, the big small child while admiring, while laughing, I felt very embarrassed and said: “You do not laugh at me!”
Dawa said: “Not laughing at you, just think it’s funny, look! Your little bird toward the sky, about to fly out.”
I said, “Tell the marijuana hawk to fly away!”
Little Eva whistled and the hemp eagle flew to her body. The big and little waifs had their arms outstretched as if they were nailed to an invisible ten yu rack, and the hemp eagle kept pecking at their snow-white, flawless bodies.
Dawa danced her soft waist, and her round, white, beautiful buttocks twisted with her waist, so moving and beautiful.
The little waif slowly got down on her knees, then crawled and crawled on all fours on her back, allowing the sparrowhawk to peck at her pair of high standing stocky peaks.
It was so moving that I couldn’t help but masturbate myself by cupping my lower body.
It’s a shame to masturbate in such a romantic environment, I should join them and exchange heart for heart and flesh for flesh with them.
I can’t help it kind of temptation, then pounced on, kissing small wa only stock, kissing big wa double peaks. The big and small wa sent those sparrow hawk fly away, leaving the three of us, in the sunshine and kiss each other.
This time was completely different from before, they seemed to be transformed into another person, so crazy kissing, so slutty shaking their bodies.
Just now they were still two yellow-haired girls of thirteen or fourteen years of age, it was really unexpected that they would become adults in a flash, and they were two good mature women.
I find it hard to cope. One king and two queens is so romantic on the surface, but when I actually do it, I find it so hard and difficult to cope with, and it’s a bit of a chicken hand.
Luckily, they knew how to take care of themselves. Dawa’s hands moved to her body and then carefully stroked her pussy.
When I saw Dawa sticking two fingers straight into Xiaowei, Xiaowei looked so intoxicated and enjoying herself. I saw Little Eva pull something out of her clothes and put it in her mouth to chew on it, as if she were eating chewing gum.
After biting it for a while, Little Eva spit out the “chewing gum” and shoved it into Big Eva’s pussy.
I asked, “What is that? What does it do?”
“This thing will swell and deform in the vaginal wrap, more so than a real dildo!”
I said, “What kind of sorcery is it?”
Dawa said: “is not a demonic art, is our Tibetan ancestor of the transmission of the room art.”
I was half-convinced, having never heard of such a thing, but she could tell it, and Koo believed it.
I then asked, “Why is it only inserted into the vagina of the eldest child, and the youngest child?”
Xiaowei said: “My lower yin is reserved for you to use it, is it today you just watch the battle, they do not go down to the battlefield?”
I suddenly realized, look at their own hands, but also is rubbing and stroking their own rod, actually flowed some less good thin white water out! I feel a little ashamed, why am I so stupid, obviously their own is the protagonist, even when they are the audience?
I tossed aside my own rod and hugged Eva, sweeping my fingers through her young slippery human pubic hair before I tried to send my lower body into it.
Eva held my hands down: “Don’t move, we need to make it exciting.”
Little Wa softly whistled, a small sparrow hawk flew down, took my and hard meat stem in its mouth, and then sent it into Little Wa.
I was a little scared at first, but the feeling of my lower body being held by a sparrowhawk was unforgettable. I was worried every second that I would be “deprogrammed”, my heart was beating so hard and the blood was flowing so fast that it seemed like it wanted to spurt out of my vas deferens.
I only settled down once my piece of treasure was intact and inside the little waif.
Kiva said, “Utilize your manly killing power! I’ll wait for you.”
I asked, “What? Don’t we have spiritual intercourse? Can’t we have an orgasm without moving or talking?”
Xiaowei said: “Do not always spiritual intercourse, I also want to taste the charm of Hong Kong men, like Leslie Cheung, Chow Yun Fat general, you can give me?”
I said, “I heard that Leslie Cheung likes men!”
Xiao Wa said: “I don’t care! I’ve already imagined you as Leslie Cheung.”
I hummed and squeaked a few lines of Leslie Cheung’s song, and she was really very enthralled, so I started shaking my ass, and it just got better and better.
The little girl even sang “MONICA” by Jang Kou-Eong, and she sang it so lustfully that the tempo of the song changed with the rhythm of my shaking.
I feel the more I thrust the more vigilant smooth, with a hand touch, it turned out that her lower body all wet, and lewd juice is still constantly flowing out.
I felt it all over my hand, and the baby said, “Put it in your mouth!”
I said, “You want me to eat your slut?”
She nodded her head and said, “I want to watch you suck your own fingers.”
I said, “Beer! What’s so great about a man sucking his finger?”
She said, “I want you to eat the way I eat your sausage, and I want you to put your heart and soul into it.”
So I listened to her and performed to be seen by her.
She was so satisfied and had an orgasm.
When I was about to feel like ejaculating, Eva pulled my prick out and gave it to her sister to enjoy for a while before returning to her flesh to ejaculate.
On this day, we climaxed at the same time.
In the afternoon, we continued our journey to Zhangmu and were ready to cross the border to Nepal.
At this tense moment, a group of lamas arrived, and after a round of speaking with the customs men, they tried to take Dawa and Kawa away.
I didn’t know what to do, Dawa looked at me with helpless eyes, and I knew that at this moment, there was no one else but me to save them.
I made a decision and said to Lama, “I’m going back with yours.”
The lama consulted for a while and nodded his head in agreement.
We traveled a few days by car and returned to Lhasa, where the lama took Big and Little Wa to the Potala Palace. I didn’t know what was going to happen, so I waited for a while and the big lama came out to see me.
“Go back, Comrade Hong Kong! This is a matter for us Tibetans.”
I was so excited, I shouted, “What do you want to do with them?”
“Comrade, they are our sons and daughters, of course we will treat them well.” The big lama had a kind face.
“You will take turns having spiritual intercourse with them, won’t you?”
“Spiritual intercourse? I’ve never heard that before.”
“Do you rape them?”
“Ha ha ha ha! What a joke, what kind of place is this? Do you know that a monk would do such a thing?”
“I know you will!”
“Who said that?”
“It was told to me by Dawa and Kawa themselves!”
“Those two poor kids, they must have been terrified by their parents.”
“That’s what her parents say.” I responded immediately.
“Their parents have been taken to the hospital.”
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nuts, babbling a lot and talking nonsense to big little kids.”
I’m starting to get confused, are the big little baby parents really psychotic?
I changed the subject and said, “What will you do to Owa?”
The lama said, “We’re not going to trap her, we just want them to practice proper bodywork.”
I said, “I’ve never heard of a female lama, you’re lying to ghosts about eating tofu!”
“Monks don’t tell lies, Comrade Hong Kong, do you think Lamaism is a cult? We won’t force them to do anything, they can stay at home and live a normal life, we will send masters to teach them.”
“Really!” The Grand Lama laughed.
I said, “I want to meet them.”
“In three days, you will go to her house again, okay?” The Grand Lama said.
Three days later, I went to look for them and they did return home.
I asked, “How was it? Did they…”
Dawa said, “They won’t do anything to us, we are spirit women, they will respect us in everything.”
I said, “And you told me that they would force you to have sex?”
Xiao Wa said: “We lied to you to play!”
Dawa added: “We know that if you want to practice, you can’t have sex with a man, that’s why we lied to you.”
I was at a loss: “Then what are you going to do!”
“Practice with sincerity and become a Buddha.” Dawa said.
I was relieved: “Okay, in that case, I’ll go.”
Xiao Wa said: “Before we leave, can we have one last spiritual intercourse?”
“Spiritual intercourse? There’s no such thing as Spirit Crossing at all, and you’re going to lie to me!”
Dawa said: “I invented this term, you feel the pain on it!”
We had another rousing rendezvous at her house.
The older children as well as the younger ones seemed especially permissive and needy. After I launched myself at each of them once, they still wanted more.
Little Eva said, “You can rest for a while, then come back. Please, this is our last night, after you leave, we will concentrate on practicing.”
This time it was the densest firing day of my life.
Many years have passed and I often have the urge to revisit Tibet.
I don’t know if the Tibetans really have a “spirit woman” because I’ve looked at a lot of reference books, but I haven’t found anything.
Maybe, everything is a lie, or maybe, big and small child with her parents, are psychopaths. But one thing is for sure: this did happen, and it was not a dream.
Even now, I often try to make love to my wife in a “spiritual” way.
But every time she says, “What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy?”
I have made a decision to go to Tibet again.
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