Continuing on from my last post – another small snippet from my erotic romance, Heavenly Revenge:
Lily glanced reproachfully at her friend. “Please excuse my friend’s bluntness, dear. Wilma and I are angels, and it’s our job to organize people…or should I say spirits? Although I know you think you feel the same as ever, and it can be so confusing, and—”
“I’m dead?” Rose stared at the two old ladies. “And…I’m sorry. Did you say you were angels?” She narrowed her eyes and glanced from the tiny, tubby Lily to the tall, angular Wilma. Even though there were two of them, they were old. She could defend herself if they turned violent and could certainly outrun them. But run where? “Look, please, I want to go home. Where am I really?”
Lily gazed anxiously into Rose’s eyes. “You…you do remember that pain in your chest, don’t you, pet?”
She did recall something about a terrible ache.
“And…er…Joshua?” prompted Lily again, still with that worried frown.
Rose stared at the two women without seeing them. She remembered. Josh. She’d loved him so much.
He’d been late for rehearsal, so she’d gone down to his dressing room to find him. And had stood, frozen, as she watched him plunging into the lead violinist. They lay naked, coupling on the couch, the violinist’s long, thin legs wrapped around Josh’s waist. His white backside flexed as he thrust. Maybe she’d made a noise, for a shocking pain had clutched her heart, and she’d been unable to breathe. Josh had stilled, glanced behind him, and withdrawn so quickly from the girl that he’d almost pulled the condom off his erection. His rapidly shrinking erection.
“Yes,” whispered Rose, “I remember.”
But her misery hadn’t ended there.
The girl had scurried away, clasping her bundle of clothes to her naked chest, leaving Rose to face Josh alone. Even now, looking back, Rose was amazed at her own calmness. Usually, her temper more than matched her red hair, as Josh had discovered to his cost in the past. But those had been silly arguments. Not this.
While he’d dressed, Josh’s eyes had roved over her, narrowing in contempt. “You know, if you tried a bit harder with your appearance, maybe I wouldn’t be interested in fucking other girls.”