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    Her hands

    Story written on June 17, 2011 by kins40.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=77645
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    Single chapter – one off

    Her hand……
    The show had been another resounding success and yet I had deliberately stepped out of the way, a slight melancholy having just about taken over me. 
    I stood by the corner of the bar, people watching, taking in the throng of art lovers who had gathered in the gallery that night. The brouhaha and laughter of the elegantly clad art aficionados became a distant muffled noise as I looked on quietly. 
    The bartender was busy opening bottles of expensive champagne. I absentmindedly stared at the methodical  way he was opening every bottle of the refined wine;
    Ceremoniously wrapping a white linen napkin around the neck of the bottle, always careful to let the famous orange-yellow label apparent for his customers to notice.
    With professional exactitude, he  placed his right hand at the base of the bottle with his thumb tucked into the depression on the bottom and as he was about to pour, he balanced the front of the neck on the side of the tilted glass, gently letting the golden yellow nectar slide in. 
    He let the foam subside a little and continued to pour to fill the glass and then almost reverently placed it on the counter with the others waiting to be picked up. 
    My eyes travelled to the champagne filled flûtes and marvelled at the pattern of fine bubbles that arose from the freshly poured champagne. 
    It was like a dance, a miniature ballet in a glass. The pattern started out as strings of bubbles that rose in pairs and then gradually transitioned in groups of threes to finally settle down in a surprising clockwork pattern of regularly spaced individual bubbles.
    I was almost hypnotised. 
    My  quiet observation, however, was abruptly interrupted when her right hand came into my field of vision, delicately wrapping itself around one of the awaiting flûtes.  
    With amazing grace, the slender fingers picked up the glass by the stem. Long, delicate and totally devoid of jewellery but their perfect French manicure gave this most natural looking hand an immediate air of sophistication and elegance.
    My eyes moved unconsciously along the exquisite and feminine limb as it lifted slowly to bring the drink to her lips.
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    2. Am I first?… Well, aren’t I your nb 1 fan anyway? All I can say is… AMAZING!! Would it be silly to say that I almost felt that scalp massage? And god knows I LOOOOVE scalp massages!!!… Who doesn’t? You know that already, bud god do I love your writing!!… That was beautiful, and that’s the understatement of the year! You just demonstrated how magic and powerful hands can be! Oh, and what a beautiful tribute to champagne as well! You wrote it wonderfully!! Bravo my friend, amazing one-off!… But to be honest, I never really had a doubt… ;) Thanks!

    5. My lovely Kins, you have been gone too long. I want a reply lol. I was wondering if you cared to co-write with me? I have been scared to ask :/ that’s why it’s not in your PM. Awesomely beautiful. I want her hands on me. Forget eyes are the window to the soul, our hands are the depth to our undying love. Caramel x

    10. Kins40 – Amazingly beautiful. I really love how you keep the beauty, respect and gracefulness of these two lovers especially in their most intimate moments. Glad you came back with a new one as you are one of a few that keep me here.

    11. Hi Kins40! :-) What a nice surprise to see your posting! Immediately read it and oh boy!… Must savor every bit of it as it was so deep in details and real!! And how do you do that?! :-p it’s “only” about hands some more! … ;-) thanks for beautiful writing for the weekend :-)

    12. Thank you for this fabulous description of Tibette’s happinessf rom the moment they met to Angelica’s birth.You have your way with words which I admire and envie. Thank you for this beautifultibute to our most famous couple. Thank you.

    17. Yay, you’re back! The love, tenderness and the emotional connection the two women share, you captured it all. You do know how awesome you are? Please write a story for each of your other top four of the most satisfying actions. Pretty please?

    24. Kins40, that was extraordinarily exquisite. you gave us almost their entire lives in five pages. They were the most beautiful, loving, gentle, intimate, respectful and sensuous descriptions of a lovers hands I’ve ever read anywhere. You do have a way with words. There were very few words spoken by either of them, yet you gave us what it was all about in the description, “LOVE,” almighty love and understanding of the love shared by two deeply connected people that doesn’t require words to convey the love shared between them, just that very special touch that says everything. Without a word of abuse, degradation, s&m, bdsm, not even anything that could be construed as nc-17, yet you gave us everything that we needed to know by just describing how much they loved and cared for one another almost without saying a word. Thanks so much for bringing us this very beautifully loving story.

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