Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet apartment, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was nude, her black hair cascading down her back, the length of it brushing against the curve of her ass. She was an Indian woman, her curves full and soft, her skin a warm caramel color. She was a babe, her beauty undeniable. He watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment they