Soft Whispers: getting stuck in an elevator

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