1. Illicit Affair- Chapter 3-Between Angels and Demons


    Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: SweetestSins, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    met Calista at an upscale bar downtown three years ago, and the two of them began casually seeing each other on and off whenever she was in the city. The twenty-nine year old was a sports publicist, which was why her profession required a lot of travelling. Rhonda felt nauseous as she peered up at Gabriel again and observed his overtly smitten smile. Just the mention of Calista Coldwell’s name made her want to puke up her lunch. She was familiar with the way the corner of his mouth curved up into a sexy little smirk. He had smiled at Rhonda like that not too long ago when she had disrobed down to the buff just for him. Out of the corner of Rhonda’s eye, she noticed Richard approaching with a silly looking grin on his face. She immediately stopped monitoring her boss and pretended to look absorbed in her turbo typing. “ Rhondaaaa…” Richard said her name in his feminine sing song voice, looking uppity as usual. “ Oh Rhonda, Oh Rhonda, if you were a man, I would totally want yaaaa… ” He sang every word like a really bad Sinatra impersonator. She shook her head, sighing. “Is this the way you are always going to greet me, Richy?” He was smiling from one dopey ear to the other, hovering over his favorite coworker’s cubicle. “Guess what I found out, Rhondy?” “Call me that one more time and you will find yourself hospitalized,” she firmly stated, clicking those keys harder than before. “But we’re Richy and Rhondy. It’s so catchy!” Sounds like a lame-o 70’s band, she thought. Rhonda ...
    stopped typing and looked up at him impassively. “The docs won’t be able to attach your little penis because I’ll have thrown it somewhere in an abandoned alley way, to which a starving, skinny, alley cat named Franz will probably eat it out of desperation—poor thing—and half an hour later, your cock will be nothing but cat poop, decomposing and…” “All right, all right!” He sneered. “Jeezuz, woman! What is wrong with you? Spare me the homicidal fantasies!” “Oh, you’ll live.” She paused for dramatic effect. “You just won’t have a penis.” “Stop saying that word!” “What word? Penis?” Rhonda leered. “You make it sound so…” “Penis pump… penal implant…” “Shh! Quiet, you!” “Penis-roach.” “Excuse me, what? Penis-roach?” Those words put together disturbed him. “Yep, you heard me the first time. A penis-roach is what you call a guy who’s basically like a cockroach, but it’s discriminating and insulting to that species to call a guy a cockroach when he’s basically filthier than that insect, so you just call him a penis-roach.” She shrugged with a smile. Richard blinked in confusion. “You just ruined homosexuality for me. Thank you, Rhonda. My father would thank you for making me consider fornicating with a woman.” “Did I just turn you off to cock?” She flashed a pearly white smile. “This is by far the weirdest conversation of 2014,” he said, shaking his head. “But anyway, getting back to my point, your murder fantasy…” “Torture, not murder.” Rhonda corrected, continuing her work while ...
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