Netero Middle Finger Novels & Stories

I asked him and all this time we felt the hands as the poles actually so we didn’t stopped the moment of the clapping. “Respect!” he mumbled tapping his thumb with mine, and we both bent them starting the joining. “Trust!” he mumbled tapping his forefinger with mine, and we followed the same like before bending them. “Friendship!” he mumbled tapping his middle finger this time making me smile. “Likeness!” he mumbled immediately tapping the ring finger and we both actually waited a few seconds for each other, but immediately bent them and the joining of hands is almost complete. “Love!” he whispered tapping the little fingers and we both didn’t bend them, but let both attached to each other.

The middle is a sun while the ring finger is a crescent moon. “I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer.

Nero whispers as he brings his hand to my entrance and slowly circles his slick fingers around it. I don't speak as I feel him add the pressure and slowly enter me. My entire body burns as he slides one finger up to his knuckle, slowly stretching the round muscle around it. A hiss leaves my lips when he barely hits the exact spot that could make me lose my mind unless he doesn't bury himself inside me like yesterday. "Add another," I cry out when he reaches the same spot again. Now, I don't believe he has never been with a man because there's no way he knows how to angle his finger to reach my prostate and tease me. Nero chuckles and adds another finger.

I already knew what finger I was going to cut off, but I suppose I just needed to see if he would use his common sense and figure it out. It took a while, for some reason, which wasn't professional at all. If he wanted to survive long, he needed to be able to give quick answers. I was about to snap at him when he finally spoke up, “The middle finger…maybe? The one on the left hand.” “Why the middle finger?” I asked.

he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “Hold me too! Hold me too! I’m scared too,” Chloe chirps, her small hand reaching through the gap between our seats when I look back. Nero and I exchange a warm smile as he shifts our joined hands back toward the rear of the console. He stretches his fingers out, and Chloe’s tiny hand lands right on top of his knuckles, her fingers curling around his thumb while he continues to pin my palm to the leather.

Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his. “So, ‘F’ stands for Friend.” He said flexing my thumb towards the inside of my palm. “Hmhm…” I hummed. “L for Love.” This time he flexed my index finger. “A for affection.” He went to my middle finger. I was watching him quietly as he bent my fingers one by one almost making them a fist. “E denotes Enemy,” he said flexing my pinky after skipping a finger. “What? I am your enemy?” I asked him pouting.

“Use your right index finger.” Her mind raced, questions clawing for attention, but fear snuffed them out. Survival instinct took over. Get out. Now. She extended her right index finger, hesitating only a moment before pressing it against the cold, unyielding sensor. A soft beep signaled compliance, and the locks disengaged with an audible click that was almost a relief.

Quil happily grabbed and stuffed foods inside his mouth, as if the lifeless look in his eyes while reading a couple of minutes ago was never there. “Naster, what did you find?” “Hmm, all I know is that it is related to numbers. Ten toes, two fingers, and a body separated from the head could possibly be about threatening us with how far they planned to do if we don’t agree to whatever they want from us.” Naster explained as he looked at the almost empty glass of water before him. There is only one-fourth of the water left. He sat there like a statue for a couple of minutes till his face brightened in delight. He rushed towards the pile of books lying on the floor and excitedly showed everyone

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Nevena stared at his tiny outstretched hand. It was ridiculous; she was the adult here. But her palm still slid into his, fingers trembling. “See?” Junior grinned. “Easy-peasy.” “Just focus on the stairs,” she muttered, clinging to the rail with her other hand.

If it can be possible then why not? He shifted his position to a seat then he held out his hands imitating his fingers to a pose, then he put the two fingers in his mouth rubbing the back of his tongue as it became wet and sticky. He inserted it to the hole of his closed fist one by one trying to imagine himself doing it to Yenn. He inserted and thrust one finger at first then slowly loosening the grip of his clenched fist then he put another finger in rubbing it inside and as he slightly split his fingers away from each other repeating the thrusting and splitting slowly as the image of Yenn materialize in front of him.