Farida lay on her sleeping fur, listening to the sound of cricket outside her room. It was almost midnight and sleep eluded her. She couldn't take her mind off the handsome stranger she met in the forest. Was he sleeping already? Or was he thinking about her?
How stupid of me not to have asked of his name, she sighed heavily. Well he was darkly handsome, even without a smile. He had no ounce of fat in his body, only muscles that ripple slightly and those beautiful eyes and lips that will make any normal woman drool. She got all hot, wondering how it would feel to be kissed by those lips and caressed by his long powerful fingers. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing her mind to focus on something else rather than the sensual images playing in her mind's eyes.
