Krishna knelt before the Shivaling, his mind wandering to thoughts of soft curves and the intoxicating scent of womanhood. His friends' crude jokes and comments about the fairer sex echoed in his mind, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. He felt both excluded and confused by their talk, for while he couldn't deny the allure of the female form, his desires leaned towards a different direction.
The young man took comfort in the fact that Shiva, being a deity, was unlikely to pick up on human attractions. Krishna's heart ached with longing as he gazed upon the Shivaling, his thoughts a whirlwind of sinful desires. The cool marble beneath his fingertips did little to quell the fire burning within him.
His reverie was interrupted by the sound of laughter, the lilting voices of women drawing him from his thoughts. Krishna looked up to see a group of them entering the garden, led by the fiery and strong-willed Parvati, Shiva's consort. Her beauty was unmatched, her curves a siren's call that left Krishna breathless. He felt a stirring in his loins, a hunger he couldn't deny.
Parvati noticed his distracted state and teased him playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Praying to the Shivaling, are we, Krishna? Your mind seems to be elsewhere."
Krishna blushed, stammering out a response as he tried to gather his thoughts. The woman's beauty had left him speechless, his mind a haze of desire. Parvati, amused by his reaction, insisted that he join her and the other women for tea.
As they sat and chatted, Krishna found himself more and more drawn to Parvati's strength and confidence. He admired the way she carried herself, the sway of her hips, and the curve of her breasts. He felt a stirring of desire, his cock growing hard as he imagined what it would be like to run his hands over her body.
Parvati, noticing his gaze, called him out on his attraction with a playful smirk. Krishna was mortified, stammering out a denial as he tried to hide his arousal. But Parvati was not so easily fooled. She told him that there was nothing wrong with being attracted to a woman, even if that woman was a goddess.
Krishna was left to ponder her words as she and the other women left the garden. He realized that his attraction to Shiva was not typical, but that didn't mean it was wrong. He vowed to embrace his desires and stop worrying about what others thought. For in the end, it was his own happiness that mattered most.
As he returned to his prayers, Krishna felt a sense of peace wash over him. He would no longer hide his desires, no longer deny the hunger that burned within him. He would embrace his true self, no matter what others thought. And with that thought, he felt a sense of freedom he had never known before.
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