Chapter 12 one leg

Yasunari Kawabata has a short story called "The Arm".This fantasy novel about a man borrowing a woman's arm to sleep has an air of restlessness.The young woman's arm could be detached as if by magic, without bleeding.After reading this novel, I also want to challenge a tribute to it.Since Kawabata Yasunari wrote about the arms, let me write about the legs, it must be very interesting.In fact, I don't have any special preference for women's legs, so I had to buy a lot of photobooks and study them carefully.In order to write this short story, I actually collected more than a dozen photobooks, and I feel like an idiot.Moreover, there are very few photos that clearly show the soles of the feet and toes, and each book only has one or two at most.Therefore, the detailed description of the legs was written by me with reference to many photobooks while sighing constantly.Without this opportunity, I would never have noticed the shape of the back of the little toe of a woman's foot, so I have benefited a lot.Because it is so fun, this short story is divided into two series, the first and the second.However, after I finished writing, I forgot all about it, but in the end, I still couldn't cultivate foot fetishism, which is a little regretful.

It was a late Saturday morning.I opened all the windows in the house and swept away the week's accumulation of dust.Although the one-bedroom apartment looked clean, the vacuum cleaner picked up a ball of dust the size of a kitten's head. The dry early summer wind blows in through the windows along the walls, and the cool weather blowing across the ground makes bare toes feel comfortable.Then, I carefully made the bed.Remove the plain sheets and comforter that you slept in last night.She put on her favorite multicolored striped bed sheet, carefully aligned the four corners like a department store package, and laid it into a rectangle without any wrinkles at all.

Back in the living room, I wiped the maple table carefully twice.My chest was getting tighter and tighter, as if there was another heart inside my heart, beating with a slightly deviated rhythm. Shake off the water from the iron cannon lily I bought when I got home from get off work yesterday, put it in a glass vase, and put it in the center of the table.Pure white petals stretch out, and a hill of dazzling bright yellow pollen falls. I sat in a chair and looked at the clock on the wall.It's almost time.I looked down at the blooming flowers anxiously, and the doorbell rang.I jumped five centimeters from my chair.

The TA-Q-BIN man was standing at the entrance, with the cardboard box slanted upright on the cart.The slim carton is about one meter long.About thirty centimeters wide and high.After I signed, I took the box from a man in uniform with sweat on his brow.I am delighted by the heavy weight.The man had a drop of sweat dripping on the carton, much to my displeasure. Back in the living room, put the carton gently on the table.Instead of cutting the tape with a utility knife, I carefully tore it from one corner with my nails. Open the carton, inside is a package wrapped in linen.I enjoy the roughness of the surface with a smile on my face.Her skin is very sensitive and she has an allergic reaction to all synthetic fibers, and even the underwear must be made of natural materials.

Only the sackcloth parcels remained on the table.I held my breath and unwrapped each piece of cloth.Her right foot glowed and appeared in my single room.The knees are slightly bent, the front of the ankle is particularly weak, and the perfectly shaped slender toes are full of a halo of life.The toenails extended beyond the toes, and were painted a pearly pink darker than her fair skin.Although I often tell her not to wear nail polish, she is very stubborn and always puts make-up on her toenails when she comes to teach. Before waking up my right leg, I stepped back and admired the curves of my entire leg.Her legs are neither thick nor thin, but a perfect cylinder of length, quality and strength.The thigh was cut off 30 centimeters above the knee, just toward the point where the waist bone starts to thin. Because the front end is empty, it is reminiscent of the perfection of ancient sculptures, and the smooth texture of the section faces the thigh in the center. The bones shrink and bulge, and it looks like a large hand-made siu mai that cannot be swallowed in one bite.

My cheek slides over my cold thigh.She is nearly thirty years old, and the muscle tension from the inner side matches the slightly dry and fragile skin on the surface just right, even making people feel sad. The creases beside the kneecap are like extremely fine sandpaper on my cheeks There was a slight resistance. There was a bruise the size of a postage stamp on the pink skin of her calf shin, and she was a bit reckless at times, probably from hitting the third desk drawer.Just thinking about it like this, I couldn't help laughing, and touched her tibia with my index finger and thumb, as if I was measuring the change in the thickness of the bone, and carefully slid towards the ankle.

The most beautiful part of her legs is the part below the ankle that ordinary people usually ignore.The bases of her toes were white and well-shaped, shining like shell buttons.The arch of the sole of the foot rises high like a parabola, forming a wrinkle-free pale sky, and the tip of the pointy little finger is perfect, disabling all aesthetic doubts about beauty. I sighed, bringing my lips to the middle of my thigh.Her thighs were as soft as my lips, the skin dimpled slightly by the weight of the kiss.Although I would love to admire her sleeping right leg all the time, I must abide by the agreement with her.There was a gleam of light on the surface of her legs, like ripples in water reflecting sunlight.The right leg came to life.

"It's finally here. Ah, the lily smells so good. Did you do anything weird today while my right leg was asleep?" The right leg is on the table with the knee slightly extended, and the foot is turned around the ankle.It might be that she was a little tired from maintaining the same posture for a long time.I was fascinated by the subtle patterns formed by her muscles and tendons.Her right leg is a piece of work, an unbroken world. "I didn't do anything weird." "Yeah, it's really boring. Although we have an agreement, it doesn't matter if we violate it a little."

The right leg said with a smile.The calf muscles spasmed slightly, as if in a cramp. "Saturday nights are long and I'm going to enjoy your legs." "It's really exciting. At this time, you will feel that being far apart is actually beneficial." I went to the kitchen to prepare tea and hot towels, maybe because it was stuffed in the small box.The back of the knee of the right leg was slightly sweaty, giving off a moist light. The afternoon is spent in relaxing chats.The right leg moved from the table to the wooden floor and then onto the sofa.Although the right leg can't walk down from a high place by itself, when I put it on the ground, I can walk freely in my room.

When I suddenly hugged her tightly, she smiled and struggled while bending her knees and said: "It's not dark yet." At this time, the strength of her right leg was very strong, and she broke free from my arm like a fish and regained her freedom. I decided to have dinner at home, and although reservations are available, people still give me weird looks when I go out to eat with my right leg.The legs don't eat anything, and while they can be the subject of conversation, they're still eating alone.That being the case, instead of going to a fancy restaurant, it's easier to have dinner at home.I am very confident in my cooking skills.

The salad was served with generous amounts of julienned Italian sausage, and I made another summer vegetable pasta with anchovy dressing.After the ox tongue jelly platter is put in the refrigerator, it is sprinkled with countless slices of meat cut like small dice. "After listening to your dishes, I also cooked pasta. The smell of garlic made my index finger move." I spread a doilie on the balcony table and decided to dine al fresco, with my right leg propped up over the back of the chair opposite.Under the reflection of the setting sun, her thighs looked bright red, as if something was on fire. "Aren't you bored with only my legs?" It should be said that when we are together, I often think about her right leg.Sometimes, the feeling of loving a part of a person will be more than the feeling of loving the other person as a whole.However, I don't see this as a betrayal.This kind of purity, frankness, and intensity makes people unable to doubt. In the bathroom, I carefully washed my right leg with the soap that had rubbed out many fine bubbles.There will be new discoveries in the gap between the toes and the heel.Although I don't think there is any real meaning in life, if you can maintain a constant sense of freshness about something beautiful and continue to make new discoveries every day, it should be an ideal life. The right leg sank into the bathtub, shaking with the hot water, the right leg bent its knees, poked its head out of the water and said: "When we took the mandarin duck bath, you never washed it so carefully for me." "Yes." I nodded with a smile, pulled my right leg up from the bathtub, gently dried it with a towel, and took it to the bedroom. "It's getting dark, we can start now." The right leg whispered in a hoarse voice. The night wind blew in through the open window.Only her right leg was lying quietly on the bed, which was made as meticulously as a home decoration store. There was no light in the room, and only the light from the window spilled into the bedroom.The urban sky, reflecting the lights from the ground, was a vaguely dark pink. The right leg lay comfortably on the neat bed sheet, leaving traces on the cloth stretched to the four corners. In the dark room, the white leg could be vaguely seen, as if it was a luminous body.Her hoarse voice came from afar. "...Come here quickly." I couldn't hear any sound, I swallowed the saliva that was about to overflow from my mouth, and walked towards the bed naked.Then slowly climb onto the bed from under the mattress. "It's unbelievable, we can talk, we can ask how you smell, but we can't see you at all. Now, I'm also very nervous, I don't know which part you will touch first." I knelt down on the bed and asked: "What are you doing now?" The right leg shyly bent around the knee, and the surface of the elastic thigh was flushed. "I'm lying on the bed naked to welcome you." At this moment, it is refreshing.Someone yearns for me intensely.The long wait is finally about to come true.The moment when the wind blows like this is the most wonderful moment.I lowered my head and took the little finger of my right leg into my mouth. "what." Perhaps frightened by the sudden movement, he subconsciously retracted the toes of his right leg, trying to bend his knee.I firmly grasped the slender ankle to keep her from breaking free, and carefully massaged the snail-like little finger with the soft tip of my tongue.My right leg gradually relaxed as I licked my rounded toenails with the tip of my tongue. After keeping the little finger in your mouth for about a short love song, start moving to the next toe.Me, I haven't forgotten to taste the sweaty smell of the toes and the shallow valleys of the toes.Her sweat is delicious. His right leg, which was not tense, began to tremble slightly.Under the slightly bent knees, the calf swayed slightly like a new green leaf. "...you know what it's like to be licked on your toes by someone hundreds of kilometers apart?" In order to get a closer look at her beautiful, long middle toe, I moved my lips away from the tips of her toes.The part from the first joint to the front end of the middle toe was long and sharp. I turned my foot over and observed the belly of the toe, and found that the front end was a bulging triangle, which circled the toe pattern of a round arrow, pointing in my direction. "Can you tell me how it feels?" Without waiting for an answer, I rubbed the toenail of her middle toe with my tongue, and the vibration of her right leg became more and more intense. "In the distant future after my death, aliens in outer space used genes to copy my body. The aliens don't know the way humans make love, so they do everything possible to experiment." Very interesting story.I strained my ears to listen, and the speed of licking my middle toe with my tongue gradually slowed down.It seemed to suit her. "...It's very comfortable, can you suck gently while licking slowly?" I followed her instructions.The sound of the right leg became intermittent, as if hiccupping. "...In the end, the aliens still didn't know how to make love, and they repeated the experiment silently again and again. They used my illusory body and illusory soul to investigate how human beings passed on from generation to generation. However, those aliens were dumb, Did a lot of experiments and still can't find a clue." "So the experiment will continue forever?" "Yes, endlessly, again and again." "Is this a good thing for you?" Her calves twitched not from pleasure, but from a short laugh. "Of course it's a good thing. I don't know where this kind of alien is... You can try my feet again." I followed her orders.I put her index toe, which is the longest after all her toes, in my mouth and compared it with the length of her tongue.My tongue is slightly longer.I rolled up my tongue, wrapped it around her second toe, and pumped it slowly.Stretched calf muscles tense.Throwing faint shadows trembling on the dim bed. I run my tongue and fingers up her right leg.Her right leg reads like an adventure novel.Over the mountains, through the valleys, interviewing the wet and dry land on her legs millimeter by millimeter.Climbing up her legs at the speed of a slug, the movement of tens of centimeters becomes a thrilling adventure. My tongue and fingers touched every inch of skin on the surface of her right leg. Behind her knee was a big valley, and her thigh was a smooth prairie with light hair fluttering in the wind.The back of the thigh leading to the buttocks may be a lonely bush with slightly open pores.I drank up the lake of sweat accumulated behind my knees, and used my tongue to push aside the grasslands of my thighs one by one, heading towards a higher and farther journey to my right leg. I have lost my senses and wonder how long this adventure has lasted.I hate measuring time mechanically like in my daily life, so there is no clock except in the bedroom.When I came back, I found myself and my right leg entering the final stage. I hugged my thighs tightly to my chest, kissing the section in the center that shrinks and bulges towards the thighs.There, like her toes, is her most sensitive part.The right leg twisted my body out of joy, and pressed my genitals with the toes. "I can't bear it anymore, don't you need me to do anything for you?" I hugged her curvaceous legs more tightly to my chest, but there was nothing else I could ask for.It is enough if this moment lasts forever, this moment never ends. "Well, it's okay. When I'm with you as a whole, I want you to do a lot for me, but when I only have one leg, I don't have such thoughts at all. You don't have to worry about it, just enjoy it." In my opinion, a man's happiness is at best a mirror.It is always the woman who shines, and the man just reflects the woman's light.There are few things sadder than a mirror abandoned in the dark. The right leg breathed rapidly and excitedly, and finally let out a high-pitched moan. Under the moderately thick subcutaneous fat, the stiff muscles and tendons twitched violently.I hugged my struggling leg tightly and waited for her to recover.After a while, the right leg gradually relaxed, and then it became weak and limp. "Ah, it's amazing, I didn't say anything strange just now?" I kissed aloud the smooth bulge of the femur that was wrinkled like a siu mai. "No, not at all, but you're screaming loudly." "Yes, just now, a piece of white quicksand appeared in front of my eyes, what is that?" I went back and said, I don't know.She can always see all kinds of scenery, and I also want to see certain scenery at that moment. Unfortunately, my pleasure is not strong enough to get rid of everything and indulge in the scenery of another world. Her playful wrinkles crease above her knees and laugh. "Next week, send me your left hand. I'll enjoy it until your fingers swell." On weekends, the front of my left wrist is useless, I like her right leg and she likes my left hand.She said that the shape of my fingers is very beautiful, and the intelligence and wildness are well coordinated. Among the fingers she has seen, it can be squeezed into the top three.The right leg left my body slowly, and placed it between my legs. The thigh was close to my genitalia, and the sweat-drenched skin was tightly attached to the entire genitalia. "I smell you." The right leg whispered in a hoarse voice, and we entered the white-hot time again.