Secret Fantasies in honey come

“honey come” is pure slow-burn seduction in front of a gilded mirror. Red satin robe falls open, revealing nothing underneath. She watches herself caress heavy breasts, rolling nipples until they peak. Kneeling on velvet, “honey come” shows her spreading wide, fingers disappearing inside while maintaining eye contact with her own reflection. The duality—voyeur and exhibitionist—heightens everything. She edges closer, denying release until tears of need glisten. When orgasm finally rips through “honey come”, it’s with a guttural scream, body convulsing as she squirts across the mirror, marking her own image. (194 words)