Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, Neha lay in bed, her black hair splayed out on the pillow. She was nude, her thick body bathed in shadows. Her mind raced with thoughts of the man she had met earlier that evening. Neha was a woman of Indian descent, with curves in all the right places. She had a thick waist, wide hips, and full breasts that begged to be touched. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn'