Whispers in the Night

In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven black hair as dark as the night sky stood before the full-length mirror. She was nude, her curves and shadows reflected in the glass. Her Indian heritage was evident in her caramel skin and almond-shaped eyes, which gleamed with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. She ran her fingers through her thick hair, letting it cascade down her back like a waterfall. She traced her fingers along her collarbone, down her chest, stopping to tweak her erect nipp