It was loud. The music that is. I had come to a one direction concert for the first time. It's no secret they are my favourite band but it is a secret that I am gay. My name is Phoenix and I'm 18 years old but look much younger. I have relatively short brown hair that I spike up at the front and am baby faced with hazel eyes. I am slim and a little short. Th...
The big bus raced on into the night. Its lights pierced the darkness, making a tunnel ahead of itself. Next to me sat this man who had been my neighbour since we started our journey at 1pm. We have not stopped talking. When the bus made its first stop after travelling more than two hours he took it upon himself to look out for me, quite as if he were an old...
Bhavita, The following story is based on actual events. The writer has experienced these events personally and has drawn from other fortunate men who have also experienced the pleasures that Bhavita has to offer. Bhavita Chhiba is a stunning gujerati female residing in Umgeni Heights in Kenville, Durban, South Africa. She stands no taller that five feet a...
This story is a sequel to “Bhavita Fakir Chhiba – The Discovery” posted in the interracial archives. The introduction is found in Bhavita 01 and 02, which is posted in the first time archives. The author hopes you enjoy all the exploits of this oversexed Indian girl who in this part of the saga has just discovered the joys of interracial sex. In the first p...
My sexuality has two contrasting sides to it. To persons who know me I am a monumental prude. Carmelite nuns would appreciate my style of dressing, and the strictest of matrons would approve of the way I behave with men, but inside wild fantasies rack me. Twice I acted out my fantasies. My experience is not unlike that of Dr. Jekyll who from time to time tra...
Once you get a taste of Somali Muslim women, life is never going to be the same. That's what I'm finding out, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Raphael Jean Bouvier and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. In the summer of 2014, I graduated with honors from Algonquin College with a degree in police foundations, and m...
We finally reached Calangute beach, we were the last passengers in the bus to get down there. We were going to put up at a hotel of some friends of mine -- it was bang on Calangute beach and definitely an awesome place to be at in Goa. We walked across the sands to the hotel and reached it in about 15 minutes. This was the first time I was taking Nisha ther...
Bernard Lamont here. Formerly of Brockton, Massachusetts and currently of Toronto, Ontario. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent bestriding North America. How are you doing? Today, I'm off. Last time I told you about my quest to make enough dough to return to the city of Brockton for the summer of 2010. I can't stand living in Canada and I miss...
Boarding the bus had taken a while, since Covid still complicated matters. He was in a hurry to leave town. A tall, dark-skinned man of African descent, looking impatiently at his watch, just another would-be passenger in a crowd. Ronald Temple kept looking behind him, past the portly white dude with the Chinese girlfriend, and past the Sikh gentleman with t...
Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ***...