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…
Ebony Mystique 