Whiskers and Spice

The woman before him was a vision. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of glossy curls, framing her delicate features and the soft curve of her spine. He couldn't help but reach out and run his fingers through the silken strands, earning a breathy sigh from the Indian beauty. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the dim light of the room. Her body was a work of art, with curves in all the right places and a grace that was captivating. He traced a line from her should