Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven-black hair lay naked on her bed, her luscious body bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. She was an Indian beauty, thick and voluptuous, with curves in all the right places. Her name was Priya, a woman of 25 summers, with a back view that could make any man's heart race. Priya had been lying in bed, her mind wandering to thoughts of pleasure and desire. She was a woman of passion, and she craved the touch of a man