dangerous road

There was the sound of splashing water in the toilet.

Then there was the slap of the bottom of the slippers on the tiles.

And then the sound of the water stopped, and there was an out-of-tune whistle coming from the bathroom, like a frantic hummingbird constantly beating and pecking at my eardrum.

——I have complained to him a long time ago not to play such weird things, but he has never listened to it.

Since I left my body an hour ago, my senses have become hypersensitive, and everything in the room is clearly visible to me.I can count the tiny particles of dust in the room and watch them slowly swim through the air like a school of deep-sea fish.I can see every fiber of down on the sofa cushions, every tiny sway they make with the faint draft.The smell of shower gel wafting from the bedroom has never been so pungent. The strong smell of green tea made me wrinkle my nose in dissatisfaction and sneeze soundlessly.I can still distinguish another smell mixed in it. Although it has been torn apart by the draft, I can still feel its tiny molecules probing and hiding in this quiet room.

I never thought blood could taste so delicious.It's fresh, clean, the smell of life.

I got up from the ground and walked around the room naked.This is my house. I have lived here for two years, and I am very familiar with every corner of it. It makes me feel a little strange now.I move lightly among the furniture in the living room.I can feel the soft breathing of the sofas, hear the quarreling of water glasses, the whispering of tableware, and the coffee table—it is snoring.

The soy sauce bottle at home stood on the dining table, staring at me reproachfully.A drop of soy sauce condensed on its spout, as if euphemistically expressing my dissatisfaction for not putting it back in the cupboard in time.

I glared at it.

The world is so noisy yet so quiet that every little change that is easily overlooked can be seen in my eyes.And now I don't have time to worry about that.I can't imagine myself becoming so light, and I want to concentrate on enjoying this new freedom without limits.

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The toilet door was closed, but I casually walked through it to the bathtub.

The cramped space was steaming, and there was a mist everywhere.The warm yellow light above my head was extremely bright, and it poured down on my head and face. I could only squint my eyes to relieve the burning pain of my eyeballs being scorched.

There are two people in the bathtub.he and I.He was hugging me from behind as usual, rubbing my body gently.

The smell of blood became stronger, mixed with the scent of shower gel, which seemed a bit weird.

The blood on my head has been cleaned up by him in the living room just now, and now I am leaning against his arms with my eyes closed, looking like I am asleep.His eyes were extremely gentle and doting, his fingers slid all the way down from my shattered skull, along the side of my neck to my flat chest, and then lingered on my lower abdomen, and finally held me and would never be in his hands again The beating male | root, playing with it gently.

The look on his face was one of obsession bordering on obsession, and I just enjoyed that.I can often get an erection just by relying on this expression.

In fact, I don't blame him at all. The current situation is caused by me alone.Two hours ago I told him I was leaving him to marry a woman and we had the craziest fight ever.When he picked up the marble ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at my head, I had such a morbid pleasure that I even closed my eyes and heard my skull crack and shatter with joy the sound of.

It was a strange satisfaction.

In the past when we were having sex, he would pinch my neck fiercely more than once during the orgasm, panting and growling as he penetrated vigorously.And I responded with a storm of kisses.

I know he's possessive enough to make normal people shudder, and that happens to be what makes me obsessed with him.Congratulations to him for finally accomplishing what he's always wanted to do, and the results I'd love to see.We can finally let go of everything, women, family, work, and let these irrelevant things go away.In the limited time and space, he finally completely possessed me, and I finally became his alone.

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I sat by the bathtub, he couldn't see me, but his breathing gradually became heavier.I rested my chin on my hands and watched with interest as he turned me over and put me on his saddle.

It turns out that this is the feeling of breaking away from watching him do it.Curious.

We both love this pose.He could bury his whole big dick deep inside me, pulling my hair up as he drove full throttle, and biting my lips like a beast.If he's in a good mood, he'll take care of my bottom with one hand until I can't help screaming, and I'm so comfortable that I'm unconscious.He said he liked it when I yelled like a whore, and every time I yelled like that he couldn't help but surrender.

I watched him sprint hard in my unresponsive body, and a sudden strong love for him surged in my heart, so strong that it almost suffocated me.I reached out and gently stroked his sweaty forehead, while he was sucking my lips desperately.

At this moment, I suddenly missed my body being touched and fucked by him, and the pleasure that melted my whole body like a puddle of butter.I want to go back, but I don't feel very comfortable inside, like forcing myself to wear a sticky and wet clothes.

After thinking about it for a while I gave up.Forget it, I want to enjoy the freedom that has just arrived.And I'm not sure I'll be able to stand the cold inside of me.

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After a while, the water gradually cooled down.After he was released, he hugged me and rested for a while, then kissed my forehead, hugged me horizontally and walked out of the bathtub.I saw my body limp in his embrace without a sound, the hanging arms just dangling lightly, the whole person was like a broken doll at his mercy.

He carefully wrapped me in a bath towel, wiped off every drop of water on my body, and then led me to the bedroom.

I followed him silently and watched him lay me on the bed with my back against the plank.My body is like a feather, sinking lightly into the fluffy cotton candy pillow.

We bought these two big pillows together, and I had a fight with him in the mall over it.I don't think a pillow should be that expensive, but he insisted on buying it if he wanted it.He doesn't care much about other living utensils, but he is very serious about bedding.He said he didn't want me to lie uncomfortable while doing it.

So then I compromised.And it turns out he was right.

In the past, we could always quarrel over trivial matters, so that I always thought that he and I were two completely different creatures.In fact, we are so similar that we can even be said to be the same living body, two equally bloody leaves growing from invisible branches through the center of this room.

Finally realizing it, I stare obsessively at his bare back as he bends over to find a hair dryer in the TV cabinet.His muscular and powerful body always reminds me of the half-naked handsome gods in the illustrations.

He took the hair dryer to my body sitting on the bed, turned on the power and dried my hair.He ran his fingers through the damp hair, lifted them up and blew for a while before leaving.My black hair tangled with his white fingers, making them look like a pack of living monsters.

He is always so gentle when he is in a good mood.

Listening to the roaring sound of the hair dryer, I tentatively approached the vent that continuously sends out hot air, but I didn't feel any burning pain for a long time.All of a sudden, I felt unbearably lonely, and I felt strange cramps in my heart.I looked at my old self leaning against the head of the bed and realized that I was dead.

What makes me sad is that I don't know if I should feel sorry for this or not.

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After finishing everything, he walked to the other side of the bed and got under the covers.

Follow the usual routine and it's time for the goodnight kiss.I stood in front of the bed, only one centimeter away from him, but he couldn't see me.I watched as he cupped my face, and a soft kiss fell down.He likes to kiss me, saying that my tongue is soft, and he often wants to eat it while kissing.When I saw the look in his eyes, I knew he wasn't joking.

Now that I think of his words, a vague expectation begins to arise in my heart.

eat it.eat it.My blood, flesh, and bones are all yours.I am willing to give you everything.Eat them all, and we'll all be one.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, over and over again, each sound engraved into his slightly frowning brow.I'm not sure if he can hear, but gradually, my willpower seems to be working.I could see him sucking my tongue out and playing with it in his own mouth.Then slowly the kiss became deeper and deeper, the tip of my tongue could almost reach my throat, and my teeth began to clench intentionally or unintentionally, which finally made the base of my tongue bleed.

I became inexplicably excited and stared at him closely.The smell of blood tickled the tip of his nose, making him excited too.

So I say, we are so alike.

He tightened his bite, sucking the blood that spilled from the base of my tongue as he bit.There was a small stream of blood that was too late to swallow from the corner of my mouth, dripping continuously on the light blue quilt, blooming tender blood flowers one after another.I could clearly hear the rustling of the quilt and the cloth, his disordered breathing, and his heartbeat.The ones in the chest cavity are clearer, and the ones in the temples are fainter.In the end, he finally gave a sharp bite, and my tongue was bitten off from the root.

For a while he didn't move, he closed his eyes and kept kissing my lips, the sudden increased smell of blood in the air made my heart pound.

There was quite a pool of blood stained on the face of the quilt, which was bright red and very dazzling.

I saw his mouth move, perhaps shifting my tongue in his mouth.Then he got up and left my lips, half-opening his eyes, under the trembling eyelashes was a light of intoxicated obsession.

He was holding my tongue in his mouth like a little piece of pudding.And my body was still leaning there quietly, with my head slightly raised and my mouth open, it was an empty blood hole.

He wrapped my tongue completely into his mouth and sucked it slowly, with an expression like he was eating some rare delicacy.

Then he started chewing.

I can almost hear the sound of his teeth grinding tender meat, the sound of tiny meridians being bitten off, and the sound of gurgling and swallowing.The combination of these sounds makes every hair on my back tremble with excitement.His mouth was swollen from eating, a viscous liquid mixed with blood and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and there was a splash of black red around his lips, making him look like a beast that was feeding its fur and drinking blood.

He swallowed with his neck up, his Adam's apple sliding up and down, like a silent invitation under the ambiguous orange light of the bedroom.

I never found him so sexy.

It didn't take him long to eat my tongue, and some pieces of meat were swallowed whole by him without having time to taste it carefully.What a waste.If he had been patient, he should have put it on the dinner plate and cut it into his mouth one by one.Then chew slowly until it becomes minced meat, not letting go of every drop of juice.

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After he finished eating, he closed his eyes and thought about it for a while with an intoxicated expression.Not long after, he bent down, lovingly licked and kissed the blood that snaked around the corner of my mouth, and sucked the blood in the blood hole.When everything around my mouth was cleaned by his tongue, he finally got up and left my wet body with satisfaction, and gently helped me to lie down together.Two arms stretched out from behind and pulled me into his arms.

He closed his eyes, and after a few minutes I heard his regular, long breathing.He sleeps well and falls asleep easily like a child.

I went around to the other side and climbed onto the bed, imitating his appearance and hugging him from behind.My chest and his slightly curved back overlapped properly, tightly fitting.Nothing can separate us.

Once again, I felt the changes in the world effortlessly.The pajamas and pajama pants hanging out to dry on the balcony happily smelled of the washing powder left on them.The asparagus bamboo on the bedside table is trying to stretch its branches and leaves to grow upwards.A potbellied moth perched on the screen, its wings flapping slowly, creating a faint draft of air.Its slender legs dragged its fat body up two steps, flopped around for a while, and then flew away embarrassingly.

The water dispenser in the living room spat out a bubble, like a raving in a deep sleep.No one can understand.

All of this was so clear in my eyes, so clear that I even thought it was all my imagination, an illusion created in my mind.These loud or small sounds grow wildly like vines, entangled my consciousness noisily, and sucked up all my nutrients.

—But in this noisy world I heard another voice.It is tender and cruel, superficial and deep.It is both pure hope and pure despair.

He is holding my body, sleeping peacefully in my arms, and the sound of his even breathing has replaced my whole world.His gentle breath came like a tide, patting my chest continuously.

This is the sound of life's routine going on.And I've never been so grateful for it.

The long wind swirls, the creatures are silent, and the world has become what I want in my arms.In other words, I was finally lucky enough to be the object of its kiss.

I closed my eyes contentedly in the sound of this distant breathing, and gradually fell asleep, as if sinking from a high place.The fluffy whisper was floating leisurely, and I myself became a tender word, fell from the sky...and slid into the endless wet dream.

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【The End】

The author has something to say:

When I like someone too much, I have more than once the idea of ​​wanting to kill the other person, and then chew and swallow it bite by bite, thinking that it is very delicious and juicy.

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This article is inspired by Farber's short story "The Red Cement Truck".

If this article disgusts everyone, I'm really sorry.Originally, I wanted him to eat his whole body, but I didn't think it was necessary.

Just end here.