Behind the Curtain of comn: Adventures in Secret Paths

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