Category: Book snippets

#SEXYSNIPPETS

Every Sunday, a group of us sign up 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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Grace Cantrell could feel the smooth but sticky slick of body paint on her skin as a man signed his name across her breast. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see who he was, but she knew it was a man as he made small talk with his companion. She focused on the shapes trying to guess the letters, then the name, making it a game.

Splayed against the solid timber X-frame of a St. Andrew’s Cross, Grace was completely naked except for the blindfold and leather cuffs restraining her ankles and wrists. Above her head hung a sign – “Guestbook. Dom(mes) please sign in”.

Grace was the first thing that guests saw on arrival; living graffiti in a stranger’s house where the deviant danced and played.

Nicolette Hugo ©

Link to NuthouseScribblers: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com.au/p/sexy-snippets.html 
 

#8sunday

The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine from Exhibition…

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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

 
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#SEXYSNIPPETS

Every Sunday, a group of us sign up 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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Up until now, Grace had felt disconnected from her body. As if by not seeing it because of the blindfold, her flesh didn’t exist. Even the guests signing on her skin had felt academic; their impartiality to her body matching her own. The thrill of it had been more about the idea than sensation. Now, feeling his fingers trace over her curves, outlining her and giving her back form, she felt her awareness grow from her mind, expand and become a body. Her skin prickled with its new awareness.

Nicolette Hugo ©

Link to NuthouseScribblers: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com.au/p/sexy-snippets.html 
 

Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday

 

The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine from The Arrangement (working title)…

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“Am I really a masochist?” I whisper a question I thought I’d never ask for an answer I’m not sure I want to know.

“I hope so…you show a lot of promise.”

I pull back a little, laugh off the idea and take a sip of my Caprioska.

“You make it sound like a good thing.”

“Nellie, I’m a sadist. It is a good thing.”

“I’m a feminist.”

He laughs, the sound touching things inside me and lower down.

“Fine. Be a feminist masochist then.” Genuine amusement glints in his eyes.

God help me, wanting to amuse and please this man could get addictive.

 © Nicolette Hugo

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SUNDAY #SEXYSNIPPETS

Every Sunday, a group of us sign up at the Nuthouse Scribblers blog and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences from a work in progress. Here’s mine for the week from The Arrangement (working title)

For the next two nights I do the same thing. Come home and kneel at his feet, head in his lap. Even though he still hasn’t turned the horn, makes no attempt to dominate me, I come and submit. The quiet moments at his feet, his soothing hand in my hair, they drown out the clatter of the day. A restorative meditation. And while these moments with Vincent are food for my soul, my flesh is growing damn hungry.

Nicolette Hugo ©

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Link to NuthouseScribblers: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com.au/p/sexy-snippets.html 

SUNDAY #SEXYSNIPPETS

Every Sunday, a group of us sign up at the Nuthouse Scribblers blog and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences from a work in progress. Here’s mine for the week from The Arrangement (working title)….

He hisses. Still holding my hair, a finger of his free hand traces the stretch of my mouth and I imagine him enjoying the image of my lips wrapped around him. I wish I could see him, but not all is lost. The blindfold makes up for the things that it robs – my other senses are heightened. I feel him inside and out. I feel the heat from his body rise and fall as he breathes, here in my darkness he feels electric. There is a primal masculinity to his scent and taste.

Nicolette Hugo ©

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Link to NuthouseScribblers: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com.au/p/sexy-snippets.html