"yolk games: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Adventure"

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