Nicolette Hugo

Enthralled

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Teach me to sin—

In love’s forbidden ways,
For you can make all passion pure;
The magic lure of your sweet eyes
Each shape of sin makes virtue praise.

Teach me to sin—

Enslave me to your wanton charms,
Crush me in your velvet arms
And make me, make me love you.
Make me fire your blood with new desire,
And make me kiss you—lip and limb,
Till sense reel and pulses swim.
Aye! even if you hate me,
Teach me to sin.

by Alfred Bryan

#8sunday

The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (modified slightly to fit the 8) from Exhibition…

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It was impossible to miss the girl with the guestbook sign above her head. Nudity this side of the door was commonplace, but seeing her offered like that, a canvas, Jason felt the irresistible urge to fill the blank spaces.

Jason walked closer, deliberately stepped into her space. Robbed of her sight, he let her feel his presence.

“I’d very much like to draw on you,” he said softly, intimately. “I’d very much like for you to say yes.”

Classically trained Jason could paint and draw well enough to sell, but he had found his passion and artistic identity behind the camera. It had been a long time since his fingers had itched to draw like tonight.

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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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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

she being brand new

she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff I was
careful of her and (having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch (and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell) next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning) just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

(it
was the first ride and believe I we was
happy to see how nice and acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens I slammed on
the

internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
breaks Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
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to a:dead.

stand-
;Still)

by e.e. cummings

sigh…..did this man know how to write a poem or what? Try read it like he wrote….oh my!

I hope to include a little more poetry on my site. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I…

#8sunday

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.

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