Romantic Adventures in "breed fish"

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