Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. The Indian woman, her raven hair cascading down her back, stood at her bedroom window, looking out at the moonlit garden. She was nude, her curves on display in the soft glow of the moon. She heard a soft knock at the door and turned to see her lover, a tall and muscular Indian man, standing in the doorway. He was also nude, his chiseled abs and muscular thighs on display. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice l