Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a secluded corner of the garden, a woman stood, her back to the moonlight. Her silhouette was framed by the darkness, but there was no mistaking her raven hair, cascading down her back in a river of black satin. She was nude, her curves bathed in shadows, her dark skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat. She was an Indian beauty, full-figured and voluptuous, with curves in all the right places. Her name was Maya, an