The power went out at midnight.
Priya lay on the bed in the dark, sweat pooling in the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, in the crease of her thighs. The fan above her slowed and stopped. The stifling heat closed in like a fist. She was wearing a thin cotton nighty and nothing underneath—no bra, no panties. She couldn't stand anything touching her skin. It was so hot.
She stared at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with shallow, frustrated breaths. A drop of sweat rolled down her neck and slid between her t**s. Her nighty clung to her body, sheer with moisture, her n*****s pressing hard against the damp fabric. Her p***y was hot and restless, throbbing with that constant, nagging ache that never went away anymore.
She couldn't take it. .
She swung her legs off the bed
