Chapter 13 left hand

In the whole book, only this work was not written for "New Magazine Outlook", but for "The Age of Fiction".Since it was a new year title, the other party asked me to write a short story of about twenty manuscript papers.So, I remembered the story of the old man.It should be interesting to write about the development of that couple after that.The number of pages of the manuscript paper is the same, the protagonist changes from a man to a hand, and after completely reversing the original content, a very interesting answer song can be composed.When I have this kind of intention in my heart, writing a novel is like a miracle, and a story is written smoothly as expected.Which part of a man is the sexiest?When women were asked to answer this question, the highest percentage were answered with hands.According to many opinions, tendons and raised blood vessels on men's hands are the sexiest.From this point of view, perhaps the subject matter of this novel is appropriate.By the way, if a part of the opposite sex can be removed and sent to you, which part of the opposite sex would you like to receive?Hands, feet, neck, hair?I am going into details, but there should be people with unique interests like elbows, arms, and ears.I want the whole ketone body if it's okay to talk like this.It would be nice if I could put my torso like a Coke bottle on a chair and talk.

After brunch, I was absent-mindedly watching the muted TV when the doorbell rang.It was a heart-wrenching electronic bell.She picked up the receiver on the kitchen wall.On the small screen, the forehead of the man in uniform was enlarged and twisted wonderfully.You don't need to get so close, the camera at the door can also take pictures. "Ta-Q-Bin." "I'll open the door right now." The woman pressed the button to open the electronic lock and walked towards the entrance.This is the twelfth floor. He knew that men would not go upstairs so quickly, but he still wanted to wait at the door.She checked herself in the mirror by the door.

She was wearing a velvet tracksuit.The dark blue clothes are covered with rouge pink edges, which follow the curves of the body obediently, and the plump and slender parts are shrouded in moist luster.She is almost thirty years old.Of course there are some loose parts of the body, but the plump buttocks struggling against gravity cannot be seen from the front. The second time the doorbell rang, she opened the hall door.The cold of winter rushed in from the soles of the feet.The TA-Q-BIN driver holds a cardboard box the size of an encyclopedia on his chest.Her boyfriend is inside.She signed the slip that the driver handed over.Writing your own name is so exhilarating.She took the carton and felt the warmth of the carton.

"Thank you." The driver looked at her with a surprised expression. "Thank you for your patronage." The TA-Q-BIN man trotted from the corridor to the elevator. She closed the door softly, locked the double lock, clicked it, and put the chain on.Now, the two of them can finally be alone.It turned out that the act of locking the door was full of pornography.She returned to the corridor, gently placed the carton on the table in the living room and dining room, slightly pushed out the tip of the utility knife, and carefully cut the tape.She couldn't wait to open the lid of the box, which was full of Styrofoam.She slowly pushed her hand in, the white packing material offering no resistance.It was really warm inside.

When her middle finger was halfway in, her fingertips felt the touch of a towel.It is already the age of an adult in everyone's eyes, but that's all, why is his cheek flushed?She also put her other hand into the white packing material and took out the package of blue towels. The towels were clumsily tied up with thin nylon cords.Because it is inconvenient to do things with one hand, it is no wonder that it is tied so ugly.Imagining how he spent a lot of effort to tie the knot, he naturally smiled.She untied the rope and opened the towel. Inside was an old white T-shirt. He was very careful in his work, probably because he didn't want to get hurt during the delivery.

At this time, she has already found that her breathing has become rapid, and she can immediately see the part of her beloved that makes her like the most.She was suddenly reluctant to open it immediately, and walked around the table two or three times, her eyes always staying on the soft T-shirt package, as if the center of the world or the eye of a hurricane suddenly appeared in her home. She sat on the sofa, trying to calm herself down, but she was still fidgeting.She rushed to the desk and opened the T-shirt.The logo printed on the chest is the logo of the Florida Marlins.The man's left hand, severed just along the oval joint of the wrist, is just above the Marlins logo.

The woman sighed and looked at her boyfriend's hands.Although the fingers are slender, they are powerful.Because it is longer than a woman's fingers, it feels very elegant.Especially the second joint, to be precise, the bone to the proximal knuckle is very long.The ruddy round nails almost covered the entire fingertips.It was the hand of a young man with unmanicured nails.The arms are tight and smooth, the tendons gathered toward the wrists like precision instruments.She likes the veins on the back of a man's hand. Although it looks angry, as long as she touches it with her fingers, it will sink down like a cat's meat ball.

He doesn't do rough work, so his palms are not thick.She turned the man's left hand over, perhaps because the cardboard box was too stuffy, and the slightly sunken part of the palm was sweaty and a little wet. It was almost time to wake up his left hand.Stupid men are often obsessed with women's breasts and legs, but they don't care about the most erotic parts of themselves. I don't know if there is a photobook of men's hands.It is best to have life-size engravings, displayed where they are readily accessible.She imagined an art gallery full of men's hands, with a sign in front of all the carvings.Seventeen years old, high school student, basketball player.Twenty-six years old, printer.Thirty-two years old, programming engineer.Forty-eight years old, director of general affairs of Daxia Management Company.That is definitely a fascinating exhibition.

With a dazed face, she turned her attention back to the left hand in front of her.This hand is also definitely popular in the fantasy art gallery.Because, she has observed many men's hands, and these hands can be squeezed into the top three.She knelt by the table, and put her lips close to the lean and plump tendons of her left middle finger.This is the ritual of awakening the left hand. His left hand trembled, and he started to move randomly, as if he was typing on a keyboard. "Ah, it looks like I'm finally here." It was his usual slightly nasal voice.She put her right hand on his left.The left hand turned over with the strength of the fingers and wrapped around her fingertips.

"Will it be stuffy in the cardboard box? Just now, you seemed to be sweating a little." "It's okay, it's better than being cold. My fingertips get cold easily." While saying this, he scratched her fingertips with his left hand.He knew the sensitive parts of her hands. "However, it's incredible to say that last week, you sent me your right leg, and this week, I sent you my left hand. We've been dating with a certain part of our body like this. Long-distance love doesn't seem to be such a bad thing." Because of him, she couldn't go out last week.However, he took full advantage of her right leg.It was a wonderful experience.Because of him, her whole leg seemed to be equipped with delicate sensors and became very sensitive.It seems like a good idea to date this way once a month.I heard that recently, not only couples who are in a long-distance relationship, but also couples who can meet legally, this kind of partial body date is often carried out.

"Can you stop on the table and put me on your body?" She took her left hand and walked to the sofa holding it in both hands.Lie halfway back on the couch and place warm hands over the soft zippered belly. "Slippery. Like velvet or velvet." "It's the blue sports suit you like, it's made of velvet." She took a shower this morning and put on this suit.He noticed it, to her great delight. "What's the arrangement this time?" His left hand found the zipper buckle, just below his chest.She pushed away her left hand, which was about to reach her breast: "Wait a minute. Today I want to relax at home, and tomorrow I will go shopping for the next week's food. You must accompany me well." His left hand let out a cheerful laugh: "Fortunately, I didn't go to your place with my whole body. It's not a big problem just to accompany you to buy vegetables with my left hand. May I have a look at the room." Although she didn't want to leave her left hand, he had been stuck in the small cardboard box for too long.She put her left hand on the wooden floor. "Although you can't see it with your eyes, you can smell it, and you can feel it with your fingertips. It's a strange feeling." As the left hand spoke, it began to stretch its fingers like a caterpillar, moving across the twice-vacuumed floor.The left hand crawled slowly along the corner, as if confirming the size of the room.He sniffed every corner, making sure of his territory and the smells there, just like a puppy. "Is there any strange smell?" Lifting the fingertips of his left hand vigorously, he turned towards her. "No, there is no strange smell. However, this feeling is still very strange. After the body part leaves the body, it will become extremely sensitive, and you were the same before." Last week, she had the experience of making numerous dull sounds. "I understand, I don't know what's wrong with me." "When only my left hand is in this room, I can smell all kinds of smells layered like a crust. Did you eat Haagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream last night?" She put the box in a plastic bag and tied it tightly, then threw it into a trash can with a lid.That was fourteen hours ago, how could he know?She couldn't smell it at all. "Also, when you carried me over just now, I also found that your soap smells different." She switched to a slightly scented bath soap made with natural materials three days ago. "When your left hand leaves your body, you can become Sherlock Holmes." Left Hand laughed. "No, no. At least you can only be a police dog that sniffs out drugs." She stood up from the sofa, and tiptoed to the left side under the sunshine in front of the balcony. "No, you'll know you're here just by smelling it. The smell of this soap is like telling people loudly that I'm here." She was lying on the side of her left hand, which shone slightly under the sun, and gently kissed the roots of her fingers.Then, gently kiss the raised joints of the five fingers.The short, cold hairs on the back of his hands stood up, like little needles raised goosebumps. "Wow, I won't be able to bear it until night when you surprise me like this." She dodges the left hand that is thrusting towards her chest and returns to the couch. "Not now. The longer you endure, the more worth looking forward to." "Who said that?" "I don't know, maybe it's Gandhi, or AV actor Taka Kato, or someone else." With that, she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.Under the golden sunlight in the winter afternoon, the left hand looks very three-dimensional on the wooden floor, like a heavy bronze statue.Going to have dinner with this left hand tonight.Even if he could only smell, she didn't want to cut corners. Simple Japanese food for dinner.The supermarket happened to have great red meat sashimi, which she marinated in soy sauce with sesame powder and wasabi.And she pre-cooked the chikuzen omelet the night before, just sprinkled with some chopped pea pods.Shredded radish, burdock, and carrot miso soup floats with crushed tofu, like bubbles in the sea. Left hand sighs on the placemat facing her. "Well, it's so nerve-wracking. I'm so hungry. My nose has become so bright that eating dinner with you is like torture. It makes me want to rush to you. I only have one hand left, and tonight I can eat bentos from convenience stores." "At least you can enjoy the aroma. Because, this is not for me, but for you." If she was the only one, it would be impossible to cook so many dishes.A dinner that can only be smelled will stimulate the appetite. "Now, I close my eyes and eat the bento from the convenience store. Because I smell the aroma of the dishes you cooked, I feel several times more delicious than usual. It's so fun." She chatted with Zuo Shou while enjoying dinner slowly.After the meal, she opened a half bottle of slightly sweet white wine.After pouring it into the glass, he stuck his index finger in and it was covered with wine. "I intoxicate you with fragrance." She wiped the man's arm with her wine-stained fingers. "Don't just smell it, my hands are getting so hot, can you pour some wine on my hands?" She tilted the glass and poured the pearly wine into her left hand. The left hand wants to be able to take a bath together like last week, but she said that she likes to wash alone.Before she took a bath, she simply washed her left hand on the sink in the bathroom. At this moment, her left hand emerged from the water and said, "I feel like I have become a sneaker. I will wait for you on the bed first. Come quickly." .Actually, I really like the smell of your sweat. It smells much better than the soap from the body shop before." She wiped her red left hand carefully with a towel, put it gently on the mat in the dressing room, and walked towards the bedroom with her left hand without looking back, but she staggered a little. Could it be because of the heat?She chuckled softly and closed the translucent door. When she wrapped her body tightly in a bath towel and walked into the bedroom, she found her left hand waiting for her on the bedside table.There were a lot of books piled up beside the bed, and he probably crawled there by his own strength. She is very afraid of the cold, so turn on the heat to the maximum.The bed is covered with a short-haired faux fur sheet.The left hand has no eyes and can't see, so she didn't turn on the light.The light from the street lamp came in like a razor through the gap between the double curtains. When she was lying on the bed, the left hand on the bedside table said: "I always feel that it's a pity to start like this. Once it starts, it must end. In this darkness, smelling your smell seems to be enough." She stared at the ceiling without saying a word.That's the white plastic wallpaper ceiling that all apartments in Japan have.How many people are looking at the ceiling with such happiness?If you don't want it to end, just never let it end.Or, even if it's over, just start over.As long as you have this intention, even if you repeat the same thing, not only will you not be bored, but you will have new discoveries every time. As if picking up a very thin glass container, she cupped her left hand with both hands, placed it on her face, and silently kissed the smooth section of the raised wrist in the center.The tendons on the back of his left hand bulged, and she knew that he was intoxicated.The veins bulged, as if they were about to burst. "Let me take the initiative tonight." She gently combed the cold hairs on the back of her hands with her tongue, and licked five paths from the wrist along the five fingers of the palm with the soft tip of her tongue.She stuck her tongue into her diamond-shaped finger buttocks, tasting the faintly sour smell of sweat. His fingers were short, but they were like compact pillars, second only to teeth in the soft mouth.She tasted his five fingers with the tip and the middle of the tongue, as well as the back and sides, or held it under the tongue like a sublingual lozenge, or pushed it to the smooth inside of the cheek. The left hand made a low moan and sighed.She likes the sound of a man at a time like this.In fact, you can call out as much as you want.She adjusted the hardness of her tongue to various levels, rubbed the five pieces of nails extremely smooth, and said in a non-tuned language with her left hand: "The danger of being out of my body is so good, I can't hold my voice anymore." She pulled her thumb out of her mouth loudly. "I'm still going to bully you. What are you wearing at home now?" The thumb and middle finger of his left hand fumbled, trying to catch her lips.A hoarse voice came from above. "I got out of the shower and lay naked on the bed. It's amazing. I want you to see it." She smiled softly. "Yes? But I don't need it today, because I already have your left hand." She started licking her palms.With the tip of her tongue, she confirmed the thick road-like lines, as if she was looking for a road on a map.Next, explore the vein-like veins that branch out from the trunk.It is said that the fingerprint of each finger is unique, and each person's fingerprint is different.Although everyone doesn't know much about it, in fact, the palm prints on the palm of the hand are the same.The maze on the palm is as complex as the gene, symbolizing the past and future that a person has walked through.Thinking of this, she couldn't help but love and pity the fine lines that seemed to be drawn with needles. His left hand was completely wet with her saliva.She seemed to put her whole hand in her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were about to burst when she stuffed four fingers into her mouth below the second knuckles.She didn't know how long it had been.There is no clock in the bedroom on the weekend, and the window is still an endless night. His left hand screamed in pain. "I can't take it anymore. Can I lick the base of my wrist and bite a few times?" She repeated it several times in a row.His hand clenched her fingers tightly, and she took his hand in both hands, kissing the section of her wrist with her lips and tongue. "I'm coming soon." After the left hand finished speaking hastily, the fingers suddenly exerted force and trembled slightly, and the knuckles turned white.The spasms lasted a long time.Holding her breath, she gazed at the divine-looking left hand.In the dark room, his left hand bloomed with heat and light from pleasure. "……so amazing." Only then did the left hand come back to his senses and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me a rest, this time it's my turn." She covered the man's open left hand over her face, and lightly touched Fang's palm with her tongue. "If you can't, it's okay to leave me alone." The voice of the left hand was so close that he could feel his breath. "It will be your turn later, so be mentally prepared." The left hand that finally recovered her breath gently pressed her entire face like a kiss, and slowly slid towards her neck.After a little rest in the hollow of her throat, she climbed up to the ups and downs of her soft chest, closed her eyes, lay on the pillow, and clumsily untied the bath towel tied to her chest with her left hand. (The eighteen prohibitions in the following content were directly harmonized.)