Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a secluded corner of the garden, a woman stood, her black hair cascading down her back like a raven's wing. She was nude, her curves on display for anyone who might happen upon her, but she was alone. Her name was Priya, a thick Indian babe with a body that could make a man's knees weak. Priya had been wandering the gardens, her mind lost in thought, when she heard a soft rustling behind her. She turned, her heart