Snow falls outside the cabin window while 68 position keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in 68 position. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in 68 position. 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 68 position; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—68 position is winter’s hottest contradiction.