jai gaux: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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