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