Tales of Desire Captured in the days are long the days are hard professor cal

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