A slender swell of flesh under honey hued skin. I exhaled so slowly it sounded like a moan. The cinnamon danced in the early morning sunlight and drifted onto his upturned hand, looking like a dusting of gentle freckles. I caught my tongue between my teeth to subdue the urge to slowly slide it across his palm, and lick them off.
The curve of flesh at the base of his thumb ran in a seductive arc to the delicate bones of his wrist, and I needed to see his ink-black hairs laid against my skin. Watching his hands dance amongst the steam of the machine bewitched me more than a hundred flirtations ever could, and I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
I have no idea about the rest of him. When he handed me my coffee, wound those mesmerising fingers around the silver coins, I never thought to look up.
I didn’t need to.
© bellmusker 2007
the morning has gold in its mouth
It’s not easy having a wrist fetish when you’re half awake and just want your morning coffee…..if men only knew what the sight of their wrists can do to a woman.
Well, this woman.
Inspired by a conversation at a Melbourne Writers’ Meeting.
clone42, 4 months ago
I think I know that guy…
bellmusker, 4 months ago
Haha, can you send him around to my place?
KEITH R. WILL..., 4 months ago
that’s a great description of a cashier
LittleHelen, 4 months ago
Oh dear me…..just gorgeous :)
LisaG, 4 months ago
I’m very partial to the wrist….
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
bellmusker in reply to LisaG’s comment, 4 months ago
Come on, you know you want to…..
I’m so pleased you share my desire – now we can wrist-gaze next time we’re out together! Oh, wait…that could get dangerous…..;-)
Jessica Tremp, 4 months ago
that is hilarious…i wrote this just a month ago:
;I love my morning walks to work. A piece of calm before the storm.
Dayvan Cowboy by Boards of Canada moves me along whimsically this morning, lullabying through my broken ipod earpiece. A stomach and mind of yesterdays wine urges me on, begging for a roasted brown beaned release. Here’s my stop. The aromatic smell demands it so. Sitting at the bar, waiting for my soy latte to be poured by able hands…hands, hands…i’m stuck on the hands. Gaze moves up, my coffee boy. Yumm!! Morning treat supreme. Please take your time with the coffee…oh o.k., have a nice day!
I know I’ll be back tomorrow.
velvety kisses’
LisaG, 4 months ago
Dangerous Liaisons ;)
bellmusker in reply to Jessica Tremp’s comment, 4 months ago
Jess, I love what you wrote! And I thought it was just me…..now I wonder how many women harbour intense desire for the beauty of a man’s hands. I really don’t think men are aware of this…how we watch intently, imagining just what those hands could do when laid upon our bodies…...
But at least your gaze moved up!
burntblue, 4 months ago
excellent stuff! lovely imagery
SuliHawk, 4 months ago
Oh so very nice!! The imagry of the cinnamon sifting down and the urge to lick it off. Wow!
A mans hands, so strong with the ability to give us the pleasure we desire…
even if it is just a cup of coffee. LOL
flower68, 4 months ago
I like to touch the hands,as though I’m blind(obviously not practical concerning strangers!!)but I like to look at the mouth and that V.The V is probably my favourite zone.Shame it’s mostly covered :-l..I love this piece of writing.Beautifully descriptive and engrossing.
bellmusker in reply to flower68’s comment, 4 months ago
Thank you – it’s my fetish that’s engrossing, rather than my words! And god knows I spend so much time wrist-gazing, I’m glad I can describe them…...but thank you, I appreciate your comments.
friartuck, 3 months ago
I’m sitting here now, at work, turning my hand around, watching the muscles and tendons move and thinking “Really? This old thing?”
Strong, fanciful and delightful imagery there ‘Musker. Like it ;-)
bellmusker in reply to friartuck’s comment, 3 months ago
Thank you kindly! Though you really should be careful what you say, as anything can trigger these thoughts. Like the image of you flexing your wrists….muscles and tendons…....sigh…....
friartuck, 3 months ago
Hee hee – if I make it to the writer’s meet-up on the weekend I’ll wear long sleeves and thick gloves just to spare you the agony.
Actually. I lie. I probably won’t… ;-)
Hope I can make it though!
Laurie McClave, 3 months ago
Wow Wrists! me too! that’s really weird! at least I thought it was, wow you learn something new every day. And that I can be excited by some one else writing about it ! oooohhhhh ;o too bad you all live in Australia, my hubby has real nice wrists!
Marny Barnes, 2 months ago
I am partial to big hands my self. the strong …look like they could pick me up in the wink of an eye kinda hands…I love this peice to…helen has great taste!
Velvetlicious, 2 months ago
I liked this .. I could picture it in details :) .. I’ll have to pay closer attention to a mans wrist next time I get the opportunity
bellmusker in reply to Marny Barnes’s comment, 2 months ago
Lord yes, it’s that thought, isn’t it – imagining what they could do to you. Makes me shiver every time. And I’ll raise a whiskey to the wonderful Helen for featuring this!
blackirish, about 1 month ago
That is one hot vignette there. I could see a sly smile on your face with the last sentence. Good stuff. :)
bellmusker in reply to blackirish’s comment, about 1 month ago
You should see the smile on my face as I wait for my coffee….such a delicious way to wake up in the morning! But you know, for the life of me, I can’t recall his face ;)
Thanks for your comments, I’m enjoying your thoughts on my writing immensely.
Holly Ringland, about 1 month ago
It makes me smile to think that the owner of your objects of affection had absolutely idea of your salivations… What delicious descriptions of morning magic and cinnamon. Bewitching ;)
bellmusker in reply to Holly Ringland’s comment, about 1 month ago
Ah, thank you! I think the fact that I tend to direct my comments to his hands might tell him something, but I doubt men think that way. Bless them, I often take in the wrists of my friends and colleagues without getting caught, hehehe. If only they knew…wait, they do now! Damn…...