There are a lot of myths about Indian girls, and I want to puncture all of them. Why should I know? Because my name's Anoushka, and I'm an Indian girl who has thrown off the shackles of tradition and started to date whoever I want. My story begins in Sydney, where I grew up. Well, I grew up in Sydney, but I hardly experienced a typical Aussie childhood. My brothers went and played cricket and had a few beers, but I had to stay at home, study and - although I dreaded the prospect - I think the idea was that I would be married to a suitable Australian-Indian guy with good prospects. If I hadn't discovered online hook-ups, that could have been the limits of my Indian sex life. I would have been stuck with someone who may or may not have been compatible. It could have been a disaster, but I managed to escape. Now, I've moved elsewhere and I've started my own business. I'm in my mid 20s and I'm a regular on the dating scene in my new city. I date whoever I want, so you might meet me on encounters sites. Who knows?
Until a couple of years ago, I knew nothing about online dating. Obviously my parents wouldn't have pointed me towards Indian sex sites or anything like that. Now I know some of my Indian girlfriends are regularly hooking up with guys, but back then, we didn't talk about it. I just happened to find a sexy encounters site. I think I was searching for information about cook-ups or something like that, but I my finger must have slipped on the keyboard. It was the luckiest slip of my life. What I found was a list of free hook-ups sites, with members in my area. Innocently, I clicked on the first site. It looked interesting. Pictures of sexy guys attracted my attention, and there was an image of an Indian girl in a leather skirt with high-heeled boots, gesturing with her finger as if to invite me. As I looked at her, something clicked. She could be me. There was another side to me, fighting to escape. So I registered with the site and created a profile. I didn't have many sexy pics, but the ones I did have seemed to do the trick. In seconds, I was chatting to a guy called Axel. He was a lawyer in town who worked for a German firm. It turned out, his fetish was Indian girls and he had singled me out as tonight's Indian sex target. I was putty in his hands and in no time, we had arranged a sexy rendezvous at a tucked away bar.
I didn't have many sexy outfits at that stage, but I found the skimpiest, sexiest heels and skirt combination I could find. I'd never been as excited about anything. My heart was pounding as a zipped up my ankle boots and applied my makeup. I looked in the mirror. Was that me? Was it me who was leaving the house? Was it my mother with her hand on my shoulder screaming at me to stop? Yes it was. A taxi was waiting at the end of the garden path and I had a decision to make. I was a 21 years old student, a proper adult. I was horny as hell and ready to start my Indian sex adventure. And now I was angry. So I just stormed up the path and entered the cab. Twenty minutes later, I was in the bar, waiting for Axel.
Everything was changing. I felt like a new woman. When Axel came, he was just as handsome as his pictures had suggested. In fact, he'd put on some muscle since they were taken and let his hair grow longer. He had a kind of blonde Adonis look about him that was completely different to the boys I'd known, and even more different to the guys my parents had in mind. This was a real man. We talked for half an hour over cocktails, and I could see he was excited. He spoke about how he'd travelled to India and discovered the spirituality of the country, but what he had really fallen in love with, was Indian women. Now, he adored the company of sexy Indian girls. "When you hook up online, you'll find that everyone has a thing" he said to me, coming closer, "and mine's just Indian sex. I can't get enough of it. Do you understand?"
I knew exactly what Axel meant. Before that night, I had no idea, but it turned out I had a fetish for muscular Germanic studs. In fact, it sent me wild with sexual desire. I'd turned from a mild-mannered Indian daughter into a ravenous, sex-craving monster. We paid the bill and with a glance it was understood - we were heading back to Axel's luxury apartment to satisfy out mutual desires. His place was opulent, spacious and had incredible views over the harbour.
I had a chance to see them as he fucked me hard on the balcony, his every thrust carrying an insatiable desire for Indian sex. It was the most powerful experience I have ever had, like being born again. This gorgeous, accomplished guy took me over his table, went down on me on the couch, carried me into the bedroom. He'd done is homework on the Kama Sutra and seemed to know some incredible positions.
I was his subject, his Indian pupil, learning all the time about how amazing Indian sex could be. I came, came again, held him tight and let him lower me onto the covers. As we locked eyes, it was obvious that my life had changed. Instead of being condemned to a sexless relationship and following tradition, I had become a liberated woman, ready to command, serve, lust and desire whoever I chose. Now, that's exactly what I do, every chance I get.
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