Whispers in the Night

The soft glow of the moon cast an ethereal light upon the room, illuminating the figure of a woman lying in bed. She was a vision of beauty, her raven black hair sprawled out across the pillow, her dark skin glistening in the moonlight. Her name was Priya, a thick Indian babe with curves in all the right places. Priya lay there, her back facing the door, unaware of the presence that had entered the room. He approached her silently, his eyes drinking in the sight of her bare skin. He took in her