Whispers in the Night

The moon shone brightly through the open window, illuminating the room in a soft, silver glow. Lying on the bed, completely nude, was a thick, Indian woman with long, black hair. Her name was Priya, and she was 25 years old. She was on her hands and knees, her backside facing the window, her dark skin glistening in the moonlight. Priya had always been a sexual being, embracing her curves and her desires with open arms. She loved the feeling of being desired, of being wanted. And tonight, she was