the hissing of the hungry
the hissing of the hungry belongs to the following groups:
Blue Room, Pleasure & Pain, The Red Writing Room, The Sensual Word and WMGYou’re hungry the night you meet him.
Fat little raindrops hiss as they meet the footpath and you feel the hisses forming in your mouth too. You feel hard and hot and you don’t flinch from their gazes as you stride up the hill. And you hear yourself murmur as you turn into the bar….I’m going to break someone tonight.
The walk has made your skin flush and the need has made your belly burn and you know the rain will deliver a fight or a fuck. And you really, deep in your heart, don’t care which.
And then you meet him. And you get both.
He has a gap between his teeth and green eyes. He doesn’t know what’s coming. You notice he’s drinking whiskey and you feel a spark of fondness flare, but you stamp it down. When he wants to tell you his name, you stamp that down too. And then he knows what’s coming. And then you really meet him.
The bricks are rough against your back and you like it. You need to feel. There are no streetlights in the alley but you don’t want to see him. And you feel the rain on your skin and your skirt around your waist and when you tell him with a whispered laugh I don’t usually do this you feel the white hot spark as his palm meets your cheek. You feel the heat of his skin as he leans in close and hear the menace in his voice as he hisses…...liar. And then you know he’s hungry too.
The bricks grind into your flesh and your heart pounds at the marks you’ll bear. The rain on his belly tastes hot and sweet and you keep drinking. You see his fingers move away with strands of your hair trailing from them like sleeping snakes. Your teethmarks will take days to leave him. This pleases you both. An eye for an eye.
And when it finishes, the hunger in your belly is gone and your legs are twitching. You breathe together as the rain sweeps the sweat slick from your skin. You hope he doesn’t speak. He’s younger than you thought and your mouth curls without meaning to. The gap in his teeth looks beautiful when he smiles back, shy again, through the drizzle.
And before you can shake your head, he curls his hand around yours and the tenderness sends a shock through your body more than the heat and the hunger and the hurt ever could. And this time he believes you when you whisper I don’t do that.
Fat little raindrops hiss as they hit the footpath. You are rich, replete, fed. You don’t flinch from their gazes as you stride down the hill.
© bellmusker 2007
Lisa Jewell
Don’t mind me, I think I need to go to my bedroom…....................................steaming HOT…..hissing, pleasure….
Erotic is an understatement….
Melissa Vowell
hmmm :) I won’t say what I want to but you know I’m thinking it :)
Suzanne German
i must be a dope…..i love the sensuality in this – it’s fantastic but…
who is against the wall.. a man or a woman?....who is hard in the first few lines? – i got a little confused…is a bit ‘gender bender’? nothing wrong if os…just checking as i say…i got a little confused with who was who and who was doing what to who!
but
I love the eroticism in it
Suzanne
Jessica Tremp
SEXy….goes back to bed
bellmusker
No gender bending, Suzanne, though it intrigues me that you read it that way. That’s definitely an element I didn’t see when I wrote it! I do enjoy the way people interpret words differently…..
She’s heated and hostile and ‘hard’ in an emotional sense, when you go out with your head high and your fists clenched and your hopes raised that tonight will deliver a memory you can turn to again and again….and again…
Pilgrim
oh my gosh, just so well written, so passionate so sizzling.
Damian
Excellent, love the feel of it, that mix of anger and lust.
Alice McMahon ...
Hot hot hot! Congrats on the publishing! ~ Alice
bellmusker
Thanks Alice – congratulations to you also!!
markgb
Bell, this is amazing. I see the tenderness in it as well as the aggressive lust, (and don’t we all love aggressive lust)
You see his fingers move away with strands of your hair trailing from them like sleeping snakesThe imagery is fabulous.
bellmusker replied
I manage to work snakes into much of my writing; their symbolism of sexuality and regeneration are constant themes for me. As for the aggressive lust….well, I’m much more comfortable with that than tenderness, as this piece shows…..but I’m learning ;)
mstrace
jiminy fucking christmas bell…this has to be one of my favorites of all your works, which like picking out a diamond in a bowl full of diamonds. I will explain more in bubblemail. But in essence, its hot without describing in overt detail the actual act in the alley – there is so much beneath the surface here. Its part feral, sexy, smart, and tender…but doesn’t for one moment lose its humanity. Your words are a rich music to my ears – so much to my liking. I relate to this piece more than you know. I must bubble you soon dearest bell…as I have thoughts and thoughts...
Robert Reeves
Whoof… another winner, Bell.
i’ll be in my bunk…
seriously tho that last bit… that’s the rub isn’t it: “And this time he believes you when you whisper I don’t do that.” conveys that fear of real intimacy that lingers at the outskirts of this encounter.
impressive work as always. so looking forward to more.
bellmusker replied
Hmmm, this piece seems to send many people back to their room
...can’t think why ;-) Ah, that fear of real intimacy; ‘tis the bane of my life, I’m afraid, and has found its way into my writing on more than one occasion…glad you enjoyed reading this.
April Mansilla
I found so much love and feeling in this ….
that liar part then the i don’t do that later on …i can imagine every thing even to the feeling of excitment in the belly…..
such beautiful emotion i could picture so brightly …i loved this…made me feel at home …if that makes sencexxx
nnimus3
I’ve always dreamed of an encounter like this, but never found the courage.
Holly Ringland
see? this is the piece that sprang to mind when i read coconut and dirt just now… such incredible tenderness under the thistles and hisses of madness and rage. beautiful, beautiful bell… i love your words.
bellmusker replied
I’m always more adept at the thistles and hisses, as you probably know by now. But when I do take a deep breath and leap, when I do reach for tenderness, I find it’s not always as terrifying as I expect.
Not always ;-)
Holly Ringland
just wanted to tell you again how MUCH i love this piece. not always honey, not always… remember the duck, remember the duck… and that cherry-flavoured ripe red word in your palm xxx
bellmusker replied
See my girl, this was one occasion when I did say yes….and look what it delivered to me ;-) x x x
Leda D
woah! HOT HOT HOT. gasps trying to catch her breath phew! love it
bellmusker replied
I was trying out a new voice with this piece and what do you know…it fit me like a second skin :-)
Emmahleee
This is so hot..
well written
bellmusker replied
Thanks Emmahleee! I have a soft spot for this piece, because it was in my first Red Bubble book, and because there’s a certain element of …ahem….truth in it. Think I’ll leave it at that! Thanks for your comment :-)
Leith O'Malley
reel around the fountain ;)
lupa 7 days ago
You write Heat and Hostility so incredibly well….nothing like having your chest hammer in recognition of these nights when you feel driven out…Cheers, beautiful Bell!! xx
bellmusker replied 7 days ago
I was driven out that night sweet Lupa; you’re so right. Or should I say, she was ;-)
As for heat and hostility, well, I know them well, and they find their way into my writing quite often. Although less with the latter as time goes on…..and that can only be a good thing. But this piece reminds me, and keeps me aware. Thanks so much, so good to hear from you x x