Sensual Stories: anikka camaya

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