Finger Game

"Let's play a game," she said, "Close your eyes and give me your finger."

She pulled his finger downwards, and moved the tip across something hard...

"Go on, guess what it is!"

It was not cool enough to be metal, it had to be wood. He pushed down lightly and it lowered slightly, she was holding it.

"A piece of wood?" He guessed.

"Wrong!" She slapped him. "That was your punishment! Haha! Try again. Be more specific."

"It's a box."

She hit him with the back of her hand. "That was for balance! Heehee. And you're right."

He felt her open the box. Then she took hold of his finger again, and made him touch something else. Powdery. A moment later he smelt it.

"Some sort of spice.. Chili powder?"

"Close enough! It's chili pepper. You can try some, as a reward!" She moved his finger to his mouth, and he sucked it. His eyes began to water.

"The substances that give chili peppers their intensity are called capsaicinoids. When consumed, capsaicinoids bind with pain receptors in the mouth and throat that are normally responsible for sensing heat that send a message to the brain telling it that the person has consumed something hot. The brain responds to the burning sensation by raising the heart rate, increasing perspiration and releasing endorphins! Hmm. Endorphins. Let me try some now..."

She dipped his finger into the box, and then moved it to her mouth. She sucked. He felt her tongue on his fingertip, licking off the last remnants of powder. It felt rough, like sandpaper.

"Oooh!" She exclaimed. "I know what will be really spicy."

She licked his finger one last time. Then she moved it. It was moist, and warm, and... he opened his eyes.

"C'mon! You cheater!" Her voice sounded funny. She had stuck his finger up her left nostril.



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I thought of this while picking my nose.