Whispers in the Night

The moon cast a soft glow on the balcony, illuminating the figure of a woman with jet-black hair. She stood with her back facing the open door, her voluptuous silhouette outlined by the dim light spilling out from the room. A thick, Indian woman, her curves were impossible to ignore. Her silken hair cascaded down her shoulders, pooling at the small of her back. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, exotic and irresistible. He watched her from the doorway, his eyes roaming over her form. He had