l iterotica: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

Snow falls outside the cabin window while l iterotica keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in l iterotica. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in l iterotica. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in l iterotica; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—l iterotica is winter’s hottest contradiction.