Whispers in the Night

In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on display in all its glory. Her curves were luscious, her skin a rich shade of olive. She was the epitome of an Indian beauty, her long hair cascading down her back in thick waves. He watched her from the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted her from the moment the