The Left hand

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I am the left hand of a right-handed person. Sometimes they call me the sinister hand. He always did subordinate work. My role has always been to help the right hand. She always takes center stage. If a nail had to be driven in, I was the one holding it … (read more)

I am the left hand of a right-handed person. Sometimes they call me the sinister hand. He always did subordinate work. My role has always been to help the right hand. She always takes center stage. If a nail had to be driven in, I was the one holding it while my sister hammered, not always right. The same when she cut the bread that she then took to her mouth or when holding the book that her eyes read while she underlined what was important. On the cold winter days, first I helped her put on her glove and then she put it on me, already sheathed in her kid skin, as if not wanting to brush against me. It was she who gave herself when meeting someone, who transmitted to the other person the character of our entire body and although the two caressed the body of another, the right hand was the one that ended up having an orgasm. So, that day, when we had made the mayonnaise and I was holding the mixer, while she ran her index finger so close to the blades, to give a taste of the mouth, I did not miss the opportunity to press the button.

Soy la mano izquierda de una persona diestra. Me llaman, a veces, la mano siniestra. Siempre he realizado trabajos subalternos. Mi función ha sido siempre la de ayudar a la mano derecha. Ella se llevaba siempre todo el protagonismo. Si había que clavar un clavo, yo era quien lo sujetaba mientras mi hermana derecha daba el martillazo, no siempre acertando. Lo mismo cuando cortaba el pan que luego llevaba a la boca o al aguantar el libro que los ojos leían mientras ella subrayaba lo importante. En los fríos días de invierno, primero le ayudaba a ponerse su guante y luego ella me lo ponía a mí, ya enfundada en su piel de cabritilla, como sin querer rozarse conmigo. Era ella quien se daba al conocer a alguien, quien transmitía a la otra persona el carácter de nuestro cuerpo entero y aunque las dos acariciábamos al cuerpo de otro, la mano derecha era la que acababa llevando al orgasmo. Por eso, aquel día, cuando habíamos hecho la mayonesa y yo sujetaba la batidora, mientras ella pasaba su dedo índice tan cerca de las cuchillas, para darla a probar a la boca, no dejé pasar la oportunidad de apretar el botón.


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George Boya
2020/10/19

Being a left handed i find i find it beautiful. Specially the use of mirror, very symbolic:)

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