Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. A figure moved silently through the darkness, her black hair cascading down her back in a silken waterfall. She was an Indian woman, full-figured and voluptuous, with a confidence that radiated from her very core. She made her way to the bedroom of the man she had been seeing, her heart pounding with anticipation. He was a white man, older than her but still handsome and fit. She knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.