Enigmatic Stigma

She is a new kid around the block. She looked at me for the first time and shied away from me as a flower withdrew into a bud. But I could not take my eyes away from her. I caught her off guard, and our eyes crossed, and she smiled and continued looking at me. Now we were comfortable. My curiosity forced me to walk closer to initiate a conversation with her. She took a deep breath and answered me with her sweet and soft voice introduction.
“I am Tina.”
I asked her, "Are you new in the community?
She nodded her head in affirmation. I knew her community chief to learn more about her. Her leader invited me to see her in the evening. I went to see her evening. Perhaps she was aware of our meeting. She invited me to come in. I sat down with her and had tea together. She told me the story of her long journey and the emotional trauma when she left her family and society. I had empathy and an attraction to her.
My mind was swelling with million questions about her birth, family, community, curse and challenging the norms of the social system. My thoughts were running about her feelings, separation from her parents, family, and friends, and living a completely different lifestyle forced upon her.
We had become good friends as I continued to see her. We developed such a rapport that she could talk to me about everything and anything and share her feelings and heart. One day, I took a bouquet for her to let her feel loved. She was very happy to see those flowers. Her instant reaction was to jump and hug me as her emotions erupted like a volcano.
One evening we went on a long romantic walk holding our hands together to feel more intimate. We stopped in the quietness of trees, where we were holding each other in hugs and caressing to appreciate our presence with each other. We shared soft and pleasant kisses a few times. Finally, we returned to her place, and her eyes were filled with affection and love. It was a dream come true for her to be loved and desired. Since she had been away from her parents for so long, gradually, her breathing was deep and sounded more inviting.
I opened my arms and landed on our maiden journey of love and intimacy. We kissed and rolled on a bed. We wrapped around each other in those sweet sensual moments. Our legs crossed and rubbed to move forward to sinning.
 Our naked bodies were touching, rubbing and adoring and admiring in the state of sensuality. Finally, we paused and looked at each other to be in a world beyond our dream. She was lying on the bed on her back to invite me into her loving arms.
I saddled to adore her while caressing her face with love.
She had tears in her eyes and whispered, "I feel so much love that I forget the agony of my past."
I bent to offer a kiss, and our tongues irresistibly crossed and wrapped around like snakes in a mating position.
I touched her adoringly; I rubbed her body, holding her hand to ensure she was loved. Silence prevailed with the splendid smile of her affectionate affirmation. She surrendered herself to be more vulnerable and loved. I stretched my body along hers to hold her tight to secure her. She responded by kissing and holding me tight. I could feel the wetness between her legs. I pressed her tennis-size breasts a few times to evoke her sensuality. I pinched and sucked her nipples. They got hard.
She murmured to her beneath me. She wanted to be crushed completely. I followed her, and she felt loved being in my tight arms.  
I noticed an elongated clitoris. I rubbed it with my hard-on. I entered her wet crack. She moaned and groaned. She wanted me to push her hard and deep. I followed her. We both got stimulated with high energy. We were rocking and rolling as we were in the most intimate moments. I got so excited that I reached the height of my climax beyond my control. I filled her with my warm fluid. She screamed with joy and pleasure and, holding me tight in doted kisses. We had a sense of contentment.
I ran my finger on her face. She also ran her finger on my chest to tease me.
She said, "can I ask you a question?" I had my nodding in affirmation. "Am I really sweet and loving?"
I said, "Yes."
She asked me, "Am I a woman to be loved and cherished?"
I said, "Yes."
She had tears and spoke with overwhelming emotions, "I wish I am part of the mainstream. Why did I become a subject of neglect and curse? Why am I just an entertainer? Why can't I have my dream for my future, life, relationship and family? Why am I a eunuch?" She had bogey of questions.
She began crying. I hold her tightly to console her.
She remained calm and answered herself. "It is my destiny."
The next moment she was sleeping in my arms like an infant. At the same time, my brain was trying to find answers to her questions. Unfortunately,  I could not answer her questions. I could not find a way to challenge the evil social system that decides an individual's fate, future, and destiny.
My mind got furious with the question, "Why can't everyone live without stigma. Her words keep drumming in my mind.
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