Whispers in the Night

The air was thick and heavy with anticipation as Radhika slipped out of her sari, letting it pool on the floor in a heap of silk and jewels. She stood before the full-length mirror, admiring her own curves, the soft roundness of her belly and hips, the curve of her ass. She ran a hand over her dark skin, savoring the feel of her own touch. She was a woman who knew her own beauty, and she was not afraid to show it off. She turned and looked over her shoulder, eyeing her own reflection, her long b