evellynclair: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Discovery

Snow falls outside the cabin window while evellynclair keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in evellynclair. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in evellynclair. 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 evellynclair; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—evellynclair is winter’s hottest contradiction.