Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a secluded corner of the garden, a woman stood, her raven-black hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. She was nude, her lush, curvaceous body on display in the soft moonlight. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of caramel, her hips wide and full, her thighs thick and strong. He watched her from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on