Whispers in the Night

It was a hot summer night in New Delhi, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. A young woman, her thick black hair cascading down her back, stood at her window, looking out at the city below. She was an Indian babe, her curves full and inviting, her skin a warm caramel color. She felt a stirring in her belly as she thought of the man she had met at the market earlier that day. He was a foreigner, with light skin and hair the color of corn silk. He had looked at her with eyes that seeme