Whispers in the Shadow

In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the light streaming in from the hallway. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the half-light. Her back was to me, the curve of her spine leading down to the gentle swell of her hips. She was an Indian beauty, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders and back, ending just above the luscious curve of her buttocks. I had wanted her from the moment I saw her, my lust growing strong