Whispers in the Night

The night was still, the only sound the crickets chirping in the distance. In a small cabin nestled in the woods, a woman named Priya was getting ready for bed. She was a thick, Indian woman with long, black hair that cascaded down her back. She had taken a hot shower, washing away the dirt and grime of the day, and now she stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her naked body. Priya had always been a sexual being, and she loved the feeling of her own skin. She ran her hands over her