Chapter 1
I knew from his myspace account that he was around 70, buddhist and dabbled in tantra and kama sutra. He had emough piercings and brain to turn me on even though i was just a mear eighteen. He was up front about his personality and everything.
Other then fetishes
We had the same things in common
Music: marylin Manson, sisters of mery, insane clown posse, twistid and pryamid.
Books: kama stura, tipping the velvet, loura joh rowland and samurai books and tantric sex books.
Movies were horror and foreign and martial arts films, and porn.
Tv: null
Heros: buddha and Marylin Manson and the yakuza.
But unlike me he was able to speak Tibetan and dzonkha (bhutanese), uiyger and khazhk. This guy for 70 year old goth was in well travelled at my age. We were both high school droppout outs for different reasons.
His reason he wanted to visit tibet and the himilauas and ventral asia.
My reason....i was ignorant and hated school. That and karate.
For a few months we planned on going to the soonest marylin Manson concert. We even started to exchange erotic pictures.... my parents sidnt even know what we were up to. He said his name was Jay. Hebwarned me that he was a monk who lived alone do his mohawk was gone but that tattoos and piercings stayed.
He asked on msn if i was single and i said no you know that. And that he was hot.
I asked him what his buddhist name was
He answered with lama surya tenzin. So he was a tibetan buddhist. They have fun i thought.
He was a naughty monk.
He wanted to see me on web cam so i put on strip shows just for him. I could see that he was stroking himself as i did the shows.
I was creeped out yet turned on.
Hen i couldnt stop thinking about him and started at his photos as i had trouble sleeping.
That was whrn i told my parents that i feel in love with an older guy on line
And that we were going to meet up at the next months marilyn Manson concert.
My father started to stroke medically and had to be in the hospital. My mom said that if i said such amutty things again ir see this guy she would disown me or cute me off financially.
Right in front of my recovering father i said flipped my mom the bird and said fuck you and stormed out.
What i didnt know was that they talked saying what happened to their daughter and if they should but her on dr.Phil.
The whole month my mom stalked me trying to make sure i didnt go to the concert. I threaten her with a restraining order and knocked the wind out of her with a karate punch.
Her fuckery ended there and she stopped stalking.
A few days later was the concert. I found my tightest and shortesy skirt and fishnets and hooker boots and a bra like see through blause.
I walk to the met. And when i arrived i noticed him right away.
He recognized me first by saying tashi delek cuttie
"Hey sayra, your handsome as fuck."
"Mind going to the mens room with me," he said
"Sure,"
It started making out on a toilet but soon we were doing it on the toilet....sex. he held both of our hands aboube us and we we were facing eachother, slowly kissing and humping.
"What position is this"
I dont know it was along time since i fucked!"
We madeout some until he said that we should get to the concert.
During the concert we made out and fucked even more on a dingy walled in the darkness so no one can see they odd goth lovers fucking amoung the dancers and concert goers. This had to the best time in my life.
After the concert i brought my lover to my appartment. Aand there awaits my mother.
"Hi mom you stay all night and listen to us have tantric sex."
"You little bitch," she said as she stormed of the appartment complex.
Night mom.
