Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow on the bed, illuminating the curvaceous figure of the Indian woman lying there. She was completely naked, her dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her long, thick hair was spread out across the pillow, a cascade of black satin. Ravi couldn't believe his luck. He had always been attracted to Indian women, with their dark skin and exotic features. And this woman, she was a goddess. He had spent the evening wining and dining her, and now here they were, in his