Life, Romance, Stories

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

Ebony Mystique

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…

 

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Life, Romance, Stories

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

Ebony Mystique

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…

Life, Stories

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

Ebony Mystique

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?

 

Life, Stories

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

Ebony Mystique

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…

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Leel ~ Nyte Tales

Ebony Mystique

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

Novels, Stories

Xen ~ Nyte Tales

Ebony Mystique

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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Ebony Mystique

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That’s why I help people get back to the basics. Happiness doesn’t have to be a thing of the past! Together we develop a tangible plan to restore the joy that you once had. Sometimes it doesn’t take much to get you smiling again. Sometimes it does. Either way I am committed to help you through the process.

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Life, Stories

Massage Chronicles “The Stalker”

Ebony Mystique

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.

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Class ~ Nyte Tales

Ebony Mystique

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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Novels, Stories

Lasha ~ Nyte Tales

Ebony Mystique

So Lasha came to the United States when she was just twenty. She was all about saving people and fighting for their equality and basic human rights. She had a lot to offer the world! She was smart and ambitious and focused. She was so focused that she couldn’t see anything but her goals. She had a purpose that wouldn’t be derailed. At all. By any means.

Which isn’t always a bad thing…

Her father was Russian and her mother was Ethiopian. Her background was so diverse she believed she was more than equipped to handle social injustices that were happening in the land of the free. Let’s be real, it was 1949. Free was subject to extreme interpretations. She was not discouraged though. With all the issues stacked against her, racism, language barrier and cultural differences just to name a few, her confidence was so high nothing could touch it!

Now, Lasha was determined to fight the good fight. She was prepared for the battle at hand. She actually reveled in it. It made her feel powerful!

She wasn’t prepared for the handsome, older man that happened to intervene during a fight she was in, and losing, one night while she was tending to the well being of the people. In all honesty, she didn’t like being rescued or depending on anyone for help. With her abilities she should be more than capable of handling herself in a fight. But here this man was saving her as is if she was a damsel in distress! Uh-unh. No. Nope. That couldn’t happen.

Class, that’s what he called himself, would not let her assert her strong independent self. He carried her in his arms and tended to her injuries and smiled at her in a way they made her warm in places that she couldn’t cool. He seemed to know the lustful affect he was having. Enjoyed that she needed and wanted him. And she resented him for it. He was into some sketchy business himself. Things she wanted to put an end to. And she would! That was a promise she made to herself.

But even though she tried to resist those nagging emotions, her attraction to him just continued to grow! Unbelievable! Of all the things that could distracted her from her great purpose in life, did it have to be a man?

The Disciples by Krystle Nyte

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