Whispers in the Shadow

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood in front of the window, her silhouette framed by the thick black hair cascading down her back. The curves of her body were accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight, her bare breasts heaving with every breath she took. She was a vision of beauty, an Indian babe who had ensnared the heart of the man who now approached her. He came up behind her, his hands reaching out to touch the softness of her skin. She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his