The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine from Exhibition…

Even with the writing, her skin was flawless. It seemed to glow with a pale luminescence that contrasted with the rich black of her hair. Skin like that was made for higher art.

She was petite and slim, breasts no bigger than his hand. Full lush lips that called to be nibbled and nipped, contrasted with the otherwise delicate features of her face – high cheekbones, a slight point to her chin and the short feathered cut that fell over her blindfolded-eyes. She was bound in her fragile beauty against the worn timber like a sacrifice of purity.

He wanted to capture that, corrupt it, restore it, then corrupt it again.

 © Nicolette Hugo