The Temptation of the Indian Beauty

The night was warm and still, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. In the dim glow of a single oil lamp, a woman stood, her raven-black hair cascading down her bare back like a waterfall of ink. She was a vision of beauty, with curves that could make a saint sin, and a thick mane of hair that begged to be touched. Her name was Priya, an Indian babe of 22 years, with a body that was made for sin. She had always been a curious one, exploring her own desires and the desires of ot