Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. Shyamala, an Indian woman with jet black hair and a thick, voluptuous figure, found herself alone in her apartment for the first time in weeks. She had been feeling lonely lately, and she decided to take advantage of the solitude to indulge in a little self-care. She slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. Shyam