Sinful Gospel

By Marie-Aurore

Short story. A tale of tragedy, a failing marriage and two lost souls' attempts at finding each other again. A ménage à trois, Laila-Jay-Daphnee? Must read to find out....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marie-Aurore
• Release date: May 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370853397

Marie-Aurore

Aka Dawn Aurore. I was born in Belgium but London in the UK has been my home since 1995. For many years I worked in the public sector (education) and civil service. I only took up writing seriously after I became unemployed due to the government cutbacks. I have a passion for personal development, the law of attraction, it's a philosophy, a way of life...and I also love love love writing and reading poetry. I love nothing more than to lose myself in a good book with a glass of red wine. My favourites are personal development books (Think And Grow Rich, The Science Of Getting Rich, The Master Key System,...),historical novels and good autobiographies, by good I mean true tales of courage and overcoming against the odds, of losing it all and gaining it all back again and some ... I am also the mother of Joshua, my beautiful angel.

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Sinful Gospel.

By Marie-Aurore aka Dawn Aurore.

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Chapter One.

Laila was slowly and sexily moving her hips in circling motions. Her hair was covered with the finest silk red scarf, she wore a matching bodice and long skirt. Under the veil covering her face, her huge eyes lined with black liner were magnetic. Her tiny bare feet were adorned with anklets.

It would have been impossible for anyone to recognise her as Laila. Even she forgot her miss goody two shoes image when she put on the outfit for her show, or hobby as she preferred to call it. She thoroughly relished transforming from Daphnée to Laila. She felt a little naughty every time her alter ego made an appearance, so far removed from the prim and proper young lady her husband had married. She often wondered what he'd say if he ever found out. Heck he probably wouldn’t believe it, he barely noticed her these days and was always involved with some church thing.

Justin was sat in his office, in front of his laptop watching his favourite girl Laila. Over the past few weeks this time of day had become his favourite. As he subscribed to her daily appearances, he could replay the sessions as often as he wanted and had found himself watching the replays up to ten times a day.

He knew this had caused his work and family life balance to slacken but he didn’t care, he was totally and utterly obsessed with the vixen. She was so different from his wife, granted, Daphnée was pretty enough but she certainly didn’t ignite the flames of passion like Laila did. Justin knew for a fact that he would never meet her, he was just as happy fantasizing about what he'd like to do to her and vice versa. That for him was enough, no way in hell would he ever cheat on his wife. He was a preacher after all and had to lead by example! He did wonder though, would Daphnée ever agree to dance for him the way Laila did? The thought made him laugh, she was way too prudish for that and besides she had two left feet anyway.

As he marvelled at the beauty he could imagine through her veil and the slenderness of her body,  mesmerised by her sexy movements perfectly timed with the slow music playing in the background, something in the corner of the room caught his eye. On the left hand side of the screen, he could see the top of a picture, the rest of it was hidden under a red velvet drape. But somehow what he could see of the painting and frame looked familiar. It looked like the framed painting he had offered his wife for her 40th birthday. Daphnée had always loved art, this was a mishmash of colours he didn’t understand but she had fallen in love with it. Her birthday being the following month on October 18th, he went back a few days later and bought it for her, £14000 it cost him! He could not believe he had to pay £14000 for this ugly thing but if his wife wanted it so be it. And boy was he pleased with himself when he saw her reaction as he offered it to her on that special day. As soon as she had opened her present, which he had taken care to place in a huge rectangular box so she wouldn’t guess it was a painting or framed picture, she squealed with delight jumping