Tales of Sensual Beauty in "wet pajama"

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