Where it all began
I have been on this site for quite some time now – and some time before that through my husband’s profile. While privacy is very important to me – I go to lengths to preserve my identity – Mauritius being a small country and gossips being a way of life and all – my primary aim now for being on this site is for chats and through this being able to talk about things that I obviously can’t talk on other forums or with my friends/family – namely my sex life.
Chatting here about those things, sharing experiences etc. act like a therapy – by being able to talk about it, it is no longer bottled up inside me and thus I guess, functions in the same way as confessions by the Roman Catholic church works – it brings a sense of calm and serenity in my life.
My life (even sexual life) has been and is still very full. I have experienced loads of things – both good and bad and while I won’t be doing some sort of a biography here, I will try my hand at relating some of the salient events of my life. I am not particularly a writer – my writing experiences are mainly from analysis report writing, emails, updating my FB status and writing captions for my Instagram pictures!! LOL!! But the idea of writing my stories came to me after a chat with someone here. And it sort of appealed to me – so I wanted to give it a try. Please forgive me if my stories are not what you are used to read here. I will try as far as possible to write in the spirit of the site – which is primarily sex – I will try to be a bit graphic and describe a bit some of my sexual encounters – I am not particularly good at sexting…but will see how it goes.
I will however be preserving my identify and all the protagonists of my stories. I won’t be giving any names. If you do appreciate my first go at story writing, then please send me your appreciation through messages. If you have suggestions for improvement, please do so again privately. However if you are going to be all judgemental, misogynous, disapproving or blatantly obnoxious….then please do not read my stories.
So let’s start with a small introduction of myself.
I was born in Mauritius – so technically, that makes me a Mauritian and indeed I am proud to be so. But I am half Mauritian. My dad is Mauritian but mum is a South African of Indian descent. Hence my indian ethnicity from both mum and dad. They met in Europe when Dad was on an overseas assignment, courted for some time – got married and came back here. One of my sisters and I were born here in Vacoas. My memories of my c***dhood was great – went to kindergarten in Vacoas itself – playing cook cachiete (hide and seek) and mayé (catch) . In those days, there was no problems with p*******es or insecurities – in weekends and holidays, we used to leave the parental house and went to play in abandoned yards, near the river with c***dren of our own age for the whole day. Good old times. All of Dad’s relatives lived very near to each other, and we had aunts, uncles and cousins.
However all was not rosy – firstly despite being of same ethnicity, mum was not well accepted in the family – you see, it was custom in those days for the parents to look for a suitable girl to marry their son – and dad having made his own choice made him some sort of pariah in the family. Mum was always the stranger. She could speak English and very limited creole/French. She never really felt at home here. I guess, she was also missing her family back in S.A. The other thing was that Dad was overqualified and couldn’t land a suitable job. It really frustrated him that we had to live under the roof of my grandparents.
In the year when I went to primary school – Visitation RCA, both Mum and Dad got job offers from an international organisation. I remember how ecstatic they were!! Both of them would be working in their areas of expertise – dad as a scientific expert and mum in finances. They both missed Europe and found Mauritius to be too constrictive. It would also solve the financial problems as well as providing the independency. So at the age of 5, I said goodbye to friends and family – said goodbye to the beach, to dhall puris…to briani…and went to settle with my family in Brussels.
The family loved it!! Mum and Dad were very happy – my elder sister loved Europe – but me? Not so much… I hated the winters and autum!! I was born under the Mauritian sun…and as such I always longed for the warmth!! Even though I went to a school with interntional students – I was occasionally picked on due to my ethnicity. Fortunately it wasn’t often and wasn’t that bad. But mum and dad worked long hours – and I also missed the family warmth that I was used to in Mauritius – crowded dinner tables and the great food and chats.
We got another sister in Brussels and we lead a nice happy life. We came back to Mauritius couple of times and it would seem that absence made the heart grow fonder!! Dad’s family changed for the better – it seemed that they had finally accepted my mum as part of the family. Grandma and Grandpa begged for us to return to Mauritius. But the lack of job prospect made it difficult. We did start construction of our family house in Sodnac ….just in case. Our holidays in Mauritius were very pleasant – except for the one for the funeral of Granpa. I felt a special bond with this island – and pined to come back one day.
And that day came even earlier than I expected. After spending 7 yrs in Belgium, my parents got offered a long term placement in Western Africa. They had resisted this for quite some time – but could no longer say no. Both for their career and the project itself, they had to move to Namibia. My little sister of course accompanied them, but for me and my sister it was more complicated. My sister was taking some important exams…and I had just started secondary school.
A good friend of the family offered to take on my sister – who shared the same age and class as their daughter…but my parents felt that they would be abusing on their generosity to ask them to take care of me too.
So I was offered the choice to return to Mauritius. Since the death of Grandpa, Grandma and one of my aunts had been living alone in the house and they were eager to have me as a surrogate daughter. I couldn’t have wished for better. So the family spread out – my elder sister remained in Brussels, Mum, Dad and my younger sister moved to Namibia and I made my way back to our island. Communication was difficult in those days – internet wasn’t really a thing and telephone lines were not really the best.
We however, that year, started a tradition that has been going on even as at today. Once or twice a year, the whole family would meet somewhere and spend at least 2 weeks together. We went to S.A, to Namibia itself, to Europe and of course Mauritius. Being separated was hard – but being reunited for that special family holiday made it all worthwhile.
So at the age of 12, I came back to my Mauritian roots – got enlisted in a secondary school for girls in Vacoas and with my grenat tunic I was ready to take on my teenager years in Mauritius, staying with my Grandma and Aunty
That’s the end of my introduction here. If I do get positive feedbacks, I will be writing some more – talking about my adolescent years, my first sexual experiences… and returning to Brussels for university.
Chatting here about those things, sharing experiences etc. act like a therapy – by being able to talk about it, it is no longer bottled up inside me and thus I guess, functions in the same way as confessions by the Roman Catholic church works – it brings a sense of calm and serenity in my life.
My life (even sexual life) has been and is still very full. I have experienced loads of things – both good and bad and while I won’t be doing some sort of a biography here, I will try my hand at relating some of the salient events of my life. I am not particularly a writer – my writing experiences are mainly from analysis report writing, emails, updating my FB status and writing captions for my Instagram pictures!! LOL!! But the idea of writing my stories came to me after a chat with someone here. And it sort of appealed to me – so I wanted to give it a try. Please forgive me if my stories are not what you are used to read here. I will try as far as possible to write in the spirit of the site – which is primarily sex – I will try to be a bit graphic and describe a bit some of my sexual encounters – I am not particularly good at sexting…but will see how it goes.
I will however be preserving my identify and all the protagonists of my stories. I won’t be giving any names. If you do appreciate my first go at story writing, then please send me your appreciation through messages. If you have suggestions for improvement, please do so again privately. However if you are going to be all judgemental, misogynous, disapproving or blatantly obnoxious….then please do not read my stories.
So let’s start with a small introduction of myself.
I was born in Mauritius – so technically, that makes me a Mauritian and indeed I am proud to be so. But I am half Mauritian. My dad is Mauritian but mum is a South African of Indian descent. Hence my indian ethnicity from both mum and dad. They met in Europe when Dad was on an overseas assignment, courted for some time – got married and came back here. One of my sisters and I were born here in Vacoas. My memories of my c***dhood was great – went to kindergarten in Vacoas itself – playing cook cachiete (hide and seek) and mayé (catch) . In those days, there was no problems with p*******es or insecurities – in weekends and holidays, we used to leave the parental house and went to play in abandoned yards, near the river with c***dren of our own age for the whole day. Good old times. All of Dad’s relatives lived very near to each other, and we had aunts, uncles and cousins.
However all was not rosy – firstly despite being of same ethnicity, mum was not well accepted in the family – you see, it was custom in those days for the parents to look for a suitable girl to marry their son – and dad having made his own choice made him some sort of pariah in the family. Mum was always the stranger. She could speak English and very limited creole/French. She never really felt at home here. I guess, she was also missing her family back in S.A. The other thing was that Dad was overqualified and couldn’t land a suitable job. It really frustrated him that we had to live under the roof of my grandparents.
In the year when I went to primary school – Visitation RCA, both Mum and Dad got job offers from an international organisation. I remember how ecstatic they were!! Both of them would be working in their areas of expertise – dad as a scientific expert and mum in finances. They both missed Europe and found Mauritius to be too constrictive. It would also solve the financial problems as well as providing the independency. So at the age of 5, I said goodbye to friends and family – said goodbye to the beach, to dhall puris…to briani…and went to settle with my family in Brussels.
The family loved it!! Mum and Dad were very happy – my elder sister loved Europe – but me? Not so much… I hated the winters and autum!! I was born under the Mauritian sun…and as such I always longed for the warmth!! Even though I went to a school with interntional students – I was occasionally picked on due to my ethnicity. Fortunately it wasn’t often and wasn’t that bad. But mum and dad worked long hours – and I also missed the family warmth that I was used to in Mauritius – crowded dinner tables and the great food and chats.
We got another sister in Brussels and we lead a nice happy life. We came back to Mauritius couple of times and it would seem that absence made the heart grow fonder!! Dad’s family changed for the better – it seemed that they had finally accepted my mum as part of the family. Grandma and Grandpa begged for us to return to Mauritius. But the lack of job prospect made it difficult. We did start construction of our family house in Sodnac ….just in case. Our holidays in Mauritius were very pleasant – except for the one for the funeral of Granpa. I felt a special bond with this island – and pined to come back one day.
And that day came even earlier than I expected. After spending 7 yrs in Belgium, my parents got offered a long term placement in Western Africa. They had resisted this for quite some time – but could no longer say no. Both for their career and the project itself, they had to move to Namibia. My little sister of course accompanied them, but for me and my sister it was more complicated. My sister was taking some important exams…and I had just started secondary school.
A good friend of the family offered to take on my sister – who shared the same age and class as their daughter…but my parents felt that they would be abusing on their generosity to ask them to take care of me too.
So I was offered the choice to return to Mauritius. Since the death of Grandpa, Grandma and one of my aunts had been living alone in the house and they were eager to have me as a surrogate daughter. I couldn’t have wished for better. So the family spread out – my elder sister remained in Brussels, Mum, Dad and my younger sister moved to Namibia and I made my way back to our island. Communication was difficult in those days – internet wasn’t really a thing and telephone lines were not really the best.
We however, that year, started a tradition that has been going on even as at today. Once or twice a year, the whole family would meet somewhere and spend at least 2 weeks together. We went to S.A, to Namibia itself, to Europe and of course Mauritius. Being separated was hard – but being reunited for that special family holiday made it all worthwhile.
So at the age of 12, I came back to my Mauritian roots – got enlisted in a secondary school for girls in Vacoas and with my grenat tunic I was ready to take on my teenager years in Mauritius, staying with my Grandma and Aunty
That’s the end of my introduction here. If I do get positive feedbacks, I will be writing some more – talking about my adolescent years, my first sexual experiences… and returning to Brussels for university.
3 years ago
