Behind the Curtain of "five christmases": Secret Longings

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