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Bare Necessities:
Sensual Tales of Passion Hazel Mills
Xpress Yourself
Publishing, March 4, 2008
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hether newly discovered or rekindled, there is no feeling in the world like pure passion coursing through our veins. It erupts at our core and allows us to be free and uninhibited. Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion is a collection of short erotic stories that explore passions that are buried deep in the subconscious as well as those that lie just beneath the surface and are easily exposed. The characters of each sizzling story experience passions that explode and send them hurling into a fiery universe of sensuous pleasure. |
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HAZEL MILLS is the author of Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion and Journey to Surrender. Hazel's short erotic fiction can be seen in Playgirl Magazine's Erotic Encounters (January 2007 issue) and in Best Lesbian Love Stories: New York City, edited by Simone Thorne. Hazel also has an essay published in Jolie Dupre's series in The Blushing Ladies Journal. PassionScape is her monthly column published online by EDC-Creations.com and Sankofa Literary Society.
She lives in the Birmingham area with her husband and children. Visit Hazel at www.hazelmillsstories.com and on MySpace at www.myspace.com/hazelmillsstories. |
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I needed to get the fuck out of town! Work had been kicking my ass for the past few months. When I decided to become a psychiatrist, I knew I wouldn’t have a lot of free time to enjoy the money I would make. However, I never imagined it would be this hectic. Case after case of bipolar disorders, schizophrenia and ADHD was making me lose my mind. Gabe and I both needed immediate rest and relaxation. Five years ago, we purchased a country cottage and renovated it. As well as it being a place where we could escape from the city scene, the house was to be our own private little love nest. Gabe and I met ten years ago at a book club discussion that my receptionist held once a month at her house. Even though I couldn’t find much time to read the monthly selections, I enjoyed the camaraderie and conversations. The group was a gumbo of people of all ages and backgrounds: housewives, a teacher, a veterinarian and a marketing professor. One member, who was a sommelier for one of the city’s upscale hotels, would bring excellent wines for us to taste and, of course, we happily obliged. We would just chill and enjoy each other, while catching up on the latest gossip. Gabe was one of the few people in the group who actually read the monthly selection and looked forward to discussing its every detail. Although the book discussion only lasted for about an hour, we would eat, drink and be merry for far longer. Albeit we weren’t formally introduced, there was something electric between Gabe and me, something strong that we both felt. We exchanged long glances and shy smiles during the evening and defended each other’s points of view. There was always so much going on during the discussions, yet we never had a chance to chat one on one. I wanted, and needed, to know more about that intriguing character and it wasn’t long before the perfect opportunity presented itself. The club members were trying to decide on a venue for our Christmas party. We wanted to reserve the private dining room at an exclusive Japanese restaurant but were late in planning that year’s event and the place was booked solid. Therefore, I suggested having the party at my house. Besides, the refurbishing of my 19th Century brownstone uptown was completed and I wanted to show it off. Everyone agreed so I dusted off my hosting skills. I had not hosted a party in a very long time and had grossly underestimated the amount of work involved. However, I was glad I could afford to call in reinforcement, if needed, and it would be worth every cent if Gabe and I hooked up afterwards. Plus, since there was no book to discuss that month, Gabe and I would be able to talk and get to know each other much better. Hosting the party on my own turf made me more confident and Gabe was my prey. Planning the party to be an evening of casual elegance, I hired an excellent caterer to serve a menu of culinary delights. As a favor, my designer had the house filled with beautiful red poinsettias and a Christmas tree that rivaled the one at Rockefeller Center. As the guests were arriving, I realized that all of that elaborateness would have been in vain had Gabe not shown up. But, I didn’t have to worry about that because just as I was about to give up hope, the doorbell rang, and it was Gabe. “Merry Christmas and welcome to my home. I’m Laila,” I greeted. “Feliz Navidad. I’m Gabriella.” I couldn’t believe she was actually in my home. My heart raced as I considered the possibilities that the evening held. Gabe walked graciously inside followed by an intoxicating aura of Chanel No.22. Truly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, Gabe made Halle Berry look like Shaq in drag. With her hair pulled back into a sexy ponytail, as tendrils dangled around her face, her caramel skin glowed flawlessly in the candlelight. “Come in. I’ll take your coat.” “Gracias. Thank you. Let me say that you have a spectacular home.” She walked slowly through the foyer, admiring the eclectic mix of art and antiques. “How long have you lived here?” “Oh, about three years.” I watched her tall slender form stroll effortlessly from room to room, peaking inside. Damn she was fine! “Come into the parlor and say hello to everyone, get a drink and have a look around,” I encouraged. The party went off without a hitch. Everyone enjoyed sitting down at the two large round tables in the dining room and eating a traditional gourmet Christmas dinner by the fire. As we laughed and talked all evening, I was aroused by the mere sound of Gabe’s voice. She reminded me of a Latina Demi Moore. I learned that she was divorced. She worked as a detective and her husband couldn’t handle it. He was content when she was a beat cop but when she became a detective and her work had grown intense, things quickly deteriorated. They didn’t have any children, so once the ties were severed they were severed for good. I also found out that her family was originally from Puerto Rico. They moved to Miami when she was five and then here, to Brooklyn, when she was in high school. I followed her around like a puppy all evening. Gabe and a few others lingered on a while after the party for a rousing game of bid whist. But, after a couple hours of that, there was only Gabe left. She offered to stay and help with some of the clean up. I knew there was no real reason for her to help with anything because Chandra, my housekeeper, was due that next morning but I welcomed the opportunity to have her all to myself. We continued to laugh and talk about everything while cleaning and then, there it was. That awful awkward silent moment that we all hate and that few people know what to do with. Knowing that Gabe had been married made me a little concerned about whether or not she would even be down for what I had in mind. There was only one way to find out. “Gabe, may I ask you a personal question?” I moved closer to where she stood. “Sure. Go ahead.” “Are you dating anyone right now?” I hoped that after asking that question, I wouldn’t have to listen to her go on and on about some fine ass man on the force that she was head over hills in love with. “No. Unfortunately not. I haven’t dated a lot since the divorce. Once most men find out what I do for a living, their balls shrink.” I laughed and decided to move on to the next question. “How do you feel about women?” Her brow rose. “What do you mean?” she asked in a suspicious tone. “Are you into women?” I could tell that she was not at all surprised by my curiosity. I had been out ever since medical school so virtually everyone knew that I was a lesbian. I never hid my lifestyle nor did I wear it on my sleeve. I just lived my life. My last lover was still in the closet and wasn’t interested in coming out anytime soon. Her husband was a minister and she wanted to avoid the extra drama, and so did I. After months of sneaking around, I realized that I deserved someone who could be open about her love for me no matter who was watching. I also wanted someone who didn’t come with a ton of baggage. Life was too short to live in hiding. Slowly raising the wine glass to her full lips, she smiled. “No one has ever asked me that before.” She took another sip of wine. Sitting my glass of wine on the countertop, I moved in closer to her, hypnotized by her deep onyx eyes. I felt as if I was looking directly into her beautiful soul. “Well, I love women. I love everything about them from the way they smell to the way they feel. I especially love the way they taste,” I whispered, as I crept in closer. “Yes, I know you do.” She spoke softly while holding my stare. Gabe never answered my question and she didn’t back away. It was as if she dared me to make the next move and that shit turned me on, and the prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable. “Do you realize how very beautiful you are right now?” As she parted her luscious lips to say, “Thank you,” I gently pressed my French manicured fingertip against her mouth, before covering it with mine. I gently kissed her soft, full lips and then, as if instinctively, she opened her mouth and welcomed my tongue. We kissed, our tongues dancing in celebration of what was to come. “You are breathtaking,” I said softly while gently stroking her cheek. “Toma mi respira lejos, tambien.” “What does that mean?” I was a little turned on by the Spanish. “It means that you take my breath away, too.” We kissed again deeply, I explored her body with my hands, touching her firm breasts, rubbing my thumb against her already hard nipples through her silk blouse and she closed her eyes, slowly gasping with pleasure. Slightly pulling back, yet not breaking our embrace, she said, “I’ve never loved a woman before. I hope my inexperience doesn’t disappoint you.” “Do what comes naturally and let your body respond to my touch.” Gently stoking a growing fire, she held me tight around the waist, pulling me closer. Not even a vaguely sensuous light could have passed between us. We were breathing hard and fast—her breath was warm and moist against my face—sensuously pawing and groping, undressing each other. I was amazed at how quickly Gabe had removed my blouse and bra, setting my titties free with what seemed like one smooth motion. Caressing my breasts in the palm of her hands, she kissed each one before kneeling down to pull my skirt down around my ankles, leaving me standing there wearing only a smile. “Eres mas hermosa que una manana en el verano.” “What?” “You are more beautiful than a summer morning,” Gabe cooed. I could tell she worked out. Her body was tight. Her breasts stood like two party hats and her ass was so firm, I could have bounced a quarter off it. Her skin was as soft as a yellow rose. It was like butta baby! I reached between her legs to feel her dripping like a faucet, waiting to be turned on full force. Wanting to move that party to my bedroom, and without a word, I took Gabe’s hand and led her upstairs, and, as her smile sent my pulses racing, she willingly followed. We both knew where that was going and couldn’t wait to get there. After lighting a few candles, we climbed into my bed and held each other for a while, stroking and caressing. I started kissing her breasts, taking them inside my mouth, almost swallowing them whole. I suckled at her nipples like an infant and then encircled them with my tongue like a lover. She expelled a moan that came from deep within. “That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good,” I instructed. Wanting to feel the warmth of her insides, I gently thumbed her swollen clitoris while teasing her hot opening with my fingertip. And, sensing she was on the verge of euphoria, I slid my fingers in and out of her wetness, causing her to buck like a horse. She rode my hand until she came like a freight train and made almost as much noise. Her pussy muscles gripped my fingers and sucked them for more. Licking my fingers, I tasted her sweet sap. She tasted wonderful! Gabe couldn’t wait to return the pleasure, as she kissed me, letting her tongue explore every inch of my mouth, before moving down to my neck licking and sucking until she found my spot and lingered there for what seemed like an eternity. The thrill that shot through my body was electrifying. She continued her trip down my entire body, like a tourist looking for her favorite attraction. She finally made it to my ultimate pleasure point and I gladly opened my legs wider, giving her full access. She then buried her head deep into my rainforest. I writhed and moaned as she worked her voodoo on my clit with her tongue. That woman had me totally under her spell, as I sat up a little because I had to watch the artist at work. Her eyes were closed and she was oblivious to anything other than my pleasure. Never have I had someone so into me as she, and I loved it, and deserved it. I ran my fingers through her dark tresses that blanketed my stomach as she greedily ate me, dousing euphoria on an already burning fire. I grabbed her head and pushed it deeper into my damp muff as I came harder than ever, screaming her name for the world to hear. Gabe kissed her way up just as she had kissed her way down, which made me tremble with aftershock. We fell asleep together, basking in complete satisfaction. The sun rose on our lovemaking the next morning. I introduced Gabe to Venus, my double dildo. After a quick crash course on how to use it, we glided ourselves onto it and went for a fabulous ride. We lay face to face and gyrated on its hardness, breathing each other’s breath and watching the waves of ecstasy in each other’s eyes. Holding on for dear life, we were overcome by earth shattering orgasms that seemed to last for days. Now, here we are, ten years later and deeper in love. I can truly say that Gabriella is my soul mate and I look forward to spending forever with her.
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