Hidden Fantasies: "o jesus through the immaculate heart of mary i offer"

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