#8sunday

 The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit) from Exhibition

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The tremble became a shiver, fear or delight – sometimes it’s hard to tell. The body just follows what the soul wants.

She felt him before she heard him – physically at her back, his presence enveloped them.

“If you’re going to share my bed, there’s two things you should know about me, Kiki. When I give you an order I expect you to obey.”

His words crawled over her skin leaving goose-bumps in their wake. Menace and sex all rolled into one.

“And misleading me is not in your best interest.”

© Nicolette Hugo

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#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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#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

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#8sunday

 The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit) from Exhibition

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mapplethorpFinally, when she was sure he had gone as he said, she slowly opened her eyes. This time Grace saw herself.

Floating above her, her image in the mirror on the ceiling, her cheeks flush from the orgasm, a drawn snake twirling around her form. The wax splotches creating the effect of scales in relief. He had captured it perfectly, imbued it with life.

The snake seemed to pulsate as she breathed. It slithered up her arm towards the apple. Her hands felt wet, slightly sticky – she had sunk her nails into the apple flesh as she came.

She was Eve in the Garden of Temptation.

© Nicolette Hugo

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#8sunday

 The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit) from Exhibition

The snippet follows on from here

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The next bite of wax fell on her tortured nipple. A single splash covering the whole bud, her pleasure splintered into pieces as the wax hardened and pulled tight.

Raw ecstasy tore along her nerves and she hurtled into bliss. Grace was still flying apart from the first orgasm, when another splash fell on the second nipple forcing a second bright burst of pleasure.

Soundless seconds stretched, she wanted to stay there spiraling into the free.

Grace moaned  as the world sucked her back and she reluctantly floated down again.

© Nicolette Hugo

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#8sunday

 The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit) from Exhibition

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He pulled away and it was so cold without him. Which made the contrast of what came next all the more shocking.

A stinging heat bit into her wrist and she yelped.

“No moving Kiki,” his voice was thick, husky.

He gave her a moment and then the wax dribbled down her arm again.

Grace mewed but she didn’t move. She knew this game. If you relaxed instead of trying to guess where the next drop would fall, you could somehow turn the sting into a welcome warm and lingering sensation. It blended with her own heat and burned inside her.

 © Nicolette Hugo

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