natalies rose: Tales of Dreams, Courage, and Mystery

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