Month: November 2014

#8sunday

 The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit) from Exhibition…

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 The autumn night was crisp but he’d been bracing since he heard her voice.

“I wanted to see you,” she whispered.

“No you didn’t. Wanting to see me is picking up the phone, and telling me you’re going to be in town.”

“Why do you make it so hard?” A tear rolled down her cheek.

She was so beautiful it glittered like a goddamn diamond in the moonlight. He curled his fist to stop from reaching out and touching her.

© Nicolette Hugo

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#SEXYSNIPPETS #MySexySaturday

Every weekend, a group of us sign up at My Sexy Saturday and some of us at The Nuthouse Scribblers blog and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences from a work in progress. Here’s mine for the week from Exhibition… 

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Instead of the hard taking she expected, his kiss was almost languid.

His tongue lapped her mouth as it tasted. He took his time savouring her, swallowing the needy moans that escaped when he gave her the air for sound.

His hand slipped round to cup her head as if he knew he was stealing her strength to stand while she trembled and softened under the rapture of his mouth.

Nicolette Hugo ©

Please go check out the sexiness of the other writers…..

Link to NuthouseScribblers
Link to My Sexy Saturday 
 

#8sunday

 The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit) from Exhibition…

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“Hey.” Logan cornered Grace on the balcony.

“Hey yourself. Good vibe tonight, Logues.”

“Living is better than dead, Gracie. You should try it.”

“Jesus Logan, why don’t you just come out and say what you think?”

He laughed. “Fuck…I can’t create if I’m always trying to filter myself now can I?”

© Nicolette Hugo

 Link to Weekend Writing Warriors and the list of other authors

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#SEXYSNIPPETS #MySexySaturday

Every weekend, a group of us sign up at My Sexy Saturday and The Nuthouse Scribblers blogs and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences (8 for completeness)  from a work in progress. 

Here’s mine for the week from Exhibition… 

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“Does anyone actually like you when they meet you?”

“You like me, I’m sure of that.”

“Really, what part of this exchange is leading you to this great understanding?”

“Because I’m standing here staring right at your crotch, and I think you like that, being the exhibitionist you are. Such nice red panties, Kiki. Are they wet?”

Grace closed her eyes and breathed in deep. It was all she could do to still the erotic shiver.

Nicolette Hugo ©

Please go check out the sexiness of the other writers…..
Link to NuthouseScribblers: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com.au/p/sexy-snippets.html 
Link to My Sexy Saturday : http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com.au/
 

warming her pearls

 

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Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
bids me wear them, warm them, until evening
when I’ll brush her hair. At six, I place them
round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,

resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk
or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself
whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering
each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.

She’s beautiful. I dream about her
in my attic bed; picture her dancing
with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent
beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.

I dust her shoulders with a rabbit’s foot,
watch the soft blush seep through her skin
like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass
my red lips part as though I want to speak.

Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see
her every movement in my head…. Undressing,
taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching
for the case, slipping naked into bed, the way

she always does…. And I lie here awake,
knowing the pearls are cooling even now
in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night
I feel their absence and I burn.

 © Carol Ann Duffy