In the dimly lit room, a woman named Nala lay on her back, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. Her pubic hair was a thick and curly triangle that matched the hair on her head. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the curls spring back into place.
Across the room, a man named Kwame stood, watching her with a hungry look in his eyes. He was also dark-skinned, with muscles that rippled under his smooth skin. He slowly approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Nala’s.
