Enchanted Moments with "mississippi stare"

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