Chapter Two
Shreya’s First Fantasy
Her dream had transformed her into a svelte and commanding priestess with flawless brown skin whose sensual curves glistened as they were bathed by the light of a thousand candles illuminating her chamber as she stood above the white man sprawled beneath her on the divan.
Naked.
Just like she herself.
But different.
Different in that he was not naked by his own choice but simply because she had demanded he present himself to her in that condition.
She was, she knew, an image of feminine perfection – even if the geography of her homeland made her less than acceptable to him. Magnificent breasts projected proudly from her chest, dark brown n*****s already hardening to the sight of his submission. There was an entirely womanly curve to her hips and wa
