Tales of Intimate Passion in "supply & demand zones"

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