Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of blackonwhite

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