The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the city as it slept. In a quiet corner of the world, a woman stirred. Shyama, a young Indian woman with thick black hair and curves that could make a saint sin, slipped out of her bed and tiptoed to the window. She had been having a restless night, her mind filled with dreams of a man she had only just met.
His name was Ravi, a tall and handsome stranger from a far-off land. They had met at a gathering of friends, and there was an immediate spark between them. As they spoke, Shyama felt her heart race and her cheeks flush, and she knew that she wanted him. But Ravi had been a gentleman, and he had left the gathering without making a move.
Now, as she stood by the window, Shyama couldn’t help but think about him. She closed her eyes and remembered the way his dark eyes had looked into hers, and the way his hands had felt on her waist. She shivered with anticipation, wondering if she dared to invite him into her bed.
With a quick glance at the clock, Shyama saw that it was well past midnight. She knew that she couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. She grabbed her phone and sent Ravi a message, her fingers trembling with excitement.
“Come to me,” she wrote, her heart pounding in her chest. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Within minutes, there was a knock at the door. Shyama took a deep breath and opened it, her eyes widening as she saw Ravi standing before her. He was even more handsome than she remembered, and she felt her body respond to his presence.
Without a word, Ravi stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He took Shyama in his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing as they explored each other’s mouths. Shyama moaned with pleasure, her body melting against his.
As they kissed, Ravi’s hands roamed over Shyama’s body, caressing her curves and making her shiver with delight. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss.
Slowly, Ravi began to undress Shyama, his fingers tracing a path over her skin as he revealed her luscious body. She stood before him, naked and unashamed, her black hair cascading down her back.
Ravi’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her, and Shyama felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She reached down and began to undress him, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
As they stood before each other, their bodies bare and vulnerable, Shyama felt a connection to Ravi that she had never felt before. She knew that this was more than just a physical attraction, that there was something deeper between them.
With a soft sigh, Shyama led Ravi to the bed, and they lay down together, their bodies entwined. They kissed and touched each other, their hands exploring every inch of skin as they discovered each other’s desires.
As they made love, Shyama felt herself surrender to the moment, to the pleasure that Ravi was giving her. She cried out with each thrust, her body trembling with the force of her orgasms.
And as they lay together, spent and satisfied, Shyama knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey. She smiled and snuggled closer to Ravi, her heart filled with love and desire.
The end.
