The Art of Seduction in "first cologne"

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