A Dance of Sensuality: "fix golf slice"

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