“Don’t Wake Me, I’m Dreaming…” The Forbidden Saga

Connie could feel Nathan deep inside of her, stroking slowly as his mouth kissed hot trails up her neck to her ear. She arched against him, moaning as she gave everything she was to him.

His hand moved up the side of her waist, stimulating all her nerve endings to burn with desire. She wrapped her arms around him, losing herself and not even caring.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered huskily in her ear.

But she didn’t want him to leave her body!  He felt so good!

“No! Stay inside of me.”

He chuckled. “I’ll put it back inside of you. I promise. But right now I want to taste you.”

She couldn’t deny him anything!

He took his time pulling out of her. Then moved down the length of her body, kissing every inch as he did. Finally, he settled between her thighs.

She felt the tip of his tongue flicker over that sensitive bud. Moaning, she tried to steady her hips. The last thing she wanted to do was disrupt his rhythm.

Moaning, he licked her with the flat of his tongue. She cried out his name. Her body felt completely raw with pleasure!

“I haven’t even gotten started,” he said.

 

Connie sat up in bed, gasping. That dream was too real!

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“And The Point Of It All…” The Forbidden Saga…

When Connie saw Nathan again she didn’t know how to act. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but what did it matter? They couldn’t act on her feelings.

The moment he looked at her, she felt the sensitive bud between her thighs ache. Such a visceral response! He hugged her with one arm and she wanted more. More of his embrace, laughter – everything!

During rehearsal she noticed him watching her. Her stomach fluttered. She hoped she looked nice to him. Smiling, she looked at him.

“I missed you,” he said softly.

Connie nearly fell off her seat. Really? “I missed you too.”

“I’ll talk to you about it after rehearsal,” he told her.

Those two hours dragged.

Finally, once rehearsal was done, they got to talk. To her delight and fear, he was feeling the same thing she was. The emotions she felt during the trip, he felt also.

He wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to hold her.

He wanted to be near her.

And when he asked if he could call her, she said yes. Then she waited with tortured patience for him to do so…

 

“Something Happens And I’m Head Over Heels…” The Forbidden Saga

After the last show, a week had gone by and Connie hadn’t seen Nathan at rehearsal. She feared he may have left the group. They had gone through two keyboard players before Nathan came on board. It wasn’t much of a stretch.

And she didn’t have his number.

Since she couldn’t see him, she fantasized about everything she would have liked to do to him. She would be lying in bed, touching herself, imagining that she was straddling him in the back seat of that van. While he blessed her neck and cleavage with those lips she wanted to taste so badly.

She climaxed many times that week while fantasizing about him.

Still, she longed to see him in rehearsal. To be near him! Fantasizing wasn’t enough.

She wanted to know how it would feel to wake up in his arms after a night of love-making. How it would feel to caress his body while he rested in her arms. To meet and fulfill his needs beyond the bedroom.

To take care of him…

“I’m In Love With That Girl…” The Forbidden Saga

The show was a success. Easy money. Now they were getting ready to return home.

It was late. Connie and Nathan were the first ones in the van, taking their seats in the back. She was glad they were alone. There had been some close interactions. She playfully sung Lisa Stansfield’s “All Around The World” to him. And he looked at her with approval.

Approval she wanted from him.

So now they were alone. Intimate as it was, simply because she wanted him to make a move, he remained a gentleman.

Kiss me. Please kiss me, Connie thought.

But he didn’t. Evidently he didn’t have Professor X’s ability to read minds. She wanted him to caress her face and pull her mouth to his. Wanted him to act on what she felt.

Which was wrong and selfish.

They were both married. She shouldn’t be having such strong feeling for someone who wasn’t her husband. No matter how tepid or unsatisfactory her marriage was, she was still someone’s wife.

Quietly, he sat beside her, letting her listen to one of his favorite songs. It gave her reason to sit even closer to him so she could share his ear buds.

Just sitting near him made her feel safe. Like this is where she should have been to begin with.

The rest of the band got back in the van and they headed home. She felt like the moment had been missed. There was no way she could kiss him now.

The driver made a sudden move and she fell against him. Jokingly he said he was scared.

“Give me your hand. I’ll protect you,” Connie told him, smiling.

And he did.

She took his large hand in hers and held it tight. Instantly she felt her heart swell. “The Point of It All” by Anthony Hamilton came on the radio. His thumb slowly caressed her hand.

Did he feel it too?

 

“I’ll Stop The World And Melt With You…” The Forbidden Saga

Connie wasn’t trying to be obvious, but she couldn’t help glancing at Nathan. They were in the back seat of the rented van, headed to a show they had both been contracted to play in. He tickled the ivories and she played the drums.

He was too easy on the eyes with his chocolate, bald head and goat-tee that framed very luscious, full lips. The things she wanted to do to those lips. Nibble, suck. Trace them slowly with the tip of her tongue.

Yeah. That would be nice.

She loved how playful his deep, brown eyes looked when they conversed about the animal and insect kingdom. She showed him a video of praying mantis dancing on Facebook. He laughed. Said she was crazy. And she loved every moment of it.

Every time he leaned in close to speak in her ear because the music was loud. Or the van made a sudden move and they were thrown against each other, she loved it.

Loved feeling the warmth of his body. The toned muscles of his arm and thigh.

And he smelled so good.

When they touched, she imagined him holding her in his arms. Did he even want to hold her? She couldn’t really tell. But there was something in the way he looked at her…

Leel ~ Nyte Tales

Sometimes, you just feel the urge to see blood. For Leel that was all the time. Blood was his favorite color! It matched everything!

Yes, maybe he was a bit crazy. But who wasn’t? Being sane wasn’t so great. It made you worry about situations you couldn’t possibly control. Who wanted to live like that? In an undesirable state of constant frustration?

He didn’t. And he wouldn’t.

He let all of that anxiety go. Now he lives in the world of blood. Blood gave him peace. It didn’t over analyze right and wrong. It simply existed! How amazing was that?

So, he tried to off his best friend’s woman. In his defense, that pretty little Russian redhead was more than capable of taking care of herself. She was still alive after all.

Much to his dislike.

The point was, she was alive. Leel would do anything to make sure his best friend was happy. And if that meant keeping the woman he wanted alive, so be it. They would take down the people who sought to do them harm and he would make sure he saw red in the process.

 

The Disciples

Xen ~ Nyte Tales

Of all the Disciples Xen was the most responsible.

Well, he use to be.

Before the séance, possession, murder and night of utter chaos. Everyone relied on his calm demeanor and intelligence. He didn’t like to brag, but he was probably smarter than all of them. So when he made the decision to have Lasha do something she may not have been ready for, everyone was dumb founded. Xen didn’t make stupid decisions. He thought everything through thoroughly.

At least, he normally did. He meant well. But the road to hell was paved with good intentions.

Which he had.

Really good intentions.

He was curious. And what he planned wasn’t supposed to get out of hand. Lasha was not supposed to react so poorly to what they had done. It was a simple thing that would allow them to explore a time when superstition ran rampant. How bad could a little séance be?

Class was going to be livid. Probably murderous.

It was a bad idea followed up with even worse solutions. Xen had chased his friend’s girlfriend all over the city. Tried to give her time to get herself under control. Clearly she wasn’t capable of doing that, however. She was doing things that could get them all exposed for what they really were. He was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

Again…

 

 

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Massage Chronicles “The Stalker”

So early in my massage 💆 career I had a creepy client that became obsessive, turned stalker. His name was Clay and he always wanted to talk about his “Little Clay”. 😐 My boss at the time would always schedule him with me because I did therapeutic massage and she didn’t. (She did Tantra) It got so uncomfortable that I just quit. Left my table, supplies, everything. Just never came back.

So then my old boss gave Creepy Clay my number. I know, why would she do that right? Apparently he kept asking her about me and she got annoyed. He called all the time.

Now, most people would have just changed their number. But I like my number. I’ve had it since the first cell phone 📱 I owned. So I wasn’t about to be bullied into getting rid of it for a creepy phone stalker.

So I did what any person in my situation would do. I got my cousin LaToya Perez to answer the phone 📞 one day and tell him I died in a car accident. She deserved an Oscar for the performance. Truly. And then, after he finds out I’m dead, he ask my cousin if she needs some company!

😐 The man was all sorts of crazy. But at least he doesn’t call me anymore.

#massagechronicles

Class ~ Nyte Tales

Despite the incredibly long history Class had with women, he found himself utterly captivated by this Russian beauty that called herself Lasha. With her independent attitude and determination she found herself in the middle of a problem he was in charge of handling. There were some unruly groups in the city that needed to be dealt with. That’s what he and his companions were doing when they happened upon her.

They were in the mist of unruly, dark times. It was a situation that called for severe violence. The kind of violence that was not for the weak of heart. Or foreign beauties. She meant well, but she was in the way.

So he decided, much to her disapproval, to keep an eye on her. She was delicate and beautiful and extremely capable of killing him if given the chance. He like this spitfire! That’s why he blocked her attempts to get too involved. She didn’t know the kind of people she was trying to take on. Didn’t know that they could rip her apart. They would kill her without giving it a second thought.

He couldn’t let that happen.

She was a breath of fresh air. He’d been around so much darkness that he forgot there could be another way of life. He wasn’t a good guy. At all. He’d killed many of his enemies. They had it coming. They were just as bad as he was. Some even worse. Still, he wasn’t the type of man you wanted to bring home to meet your parents. He wouldn’t even pretend he was.

But he liked her. A lot.

She thought she knew what type of world she was stepping into. She had no idea. Things went more than bump in the night. And he couldn’t just let her go out in that night by herself. Like it or not, she needed his protection.

 

The Disciples ~ Krystle Nyte

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