Is There Honey?

by Arty

Tied as she was, she was helpless to prevent the rest of the jar from anointing her other breast and then trailing in a thin line to her navel.

The thick, sweet liquid oozed slowly down the gentle slopes of her breasts, pooling between them and advancing in slow motion towards her belly button.

Gently a finger circled each nipple, the honey increasing the friction and Friday moaned as the stimulation became too much to bear in silence.

The finger was joined by a tongue that carefully licked the honey from her nipples and the rest of her breasts. The tongue continued its journey from nipple to navel and then lower still to where another sort of honey was to be found.

Later when all the honey, from the jar and otherwise, had been removed from her body to the accompaniment of many moans and squeals, a plaintive voice drifted up the stairs, "Why is there never any Honey in this place?"

-Fin-