The bulk of interracial stories..

kromen

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seem to focus on stereotypes and myths other than making a good story about two people from different backgrounds, cultures, etc. that enjoy each other sexually. I can't stand to read another submission about giant Black cocks skewering white women as victims or white trash. I wrote one story during xmas time that got good responses and I hoped that I would see more along those lines, but all I see is "Big black buck got loose in Master's big house." I guess this is a request for authors who dabble in interracial to show readers something different and also maybe get a dialouge going on why people can't get past the ignorant myths. To be fair, I have read some good stories in this cat and as soon as I can, I'll gladly post the authors links.
 
So set the bar higher... write something ;)

fwiw, I agree with you. The great big black cock and the tiny pale virgin does nothing for me, either... although I think that it's people who want that who are primarily reading the cat... unfortunately...

but like you said, the non-stereotypical one you wrote did well... it may not be the majority, but there's an audience for it...

just because it's what's popular doesn't mean we have to write to the common denominator.
 
Believe me, I'm taking your message to heart. I will walk the walk, darling, and with readers like you I will succeed in making better stories. Thanx for your input.
 
my three submissions are right above my sig. Serial Hunter, Silent Night, Horny Night, and Drug of Choice. Looking forward to your comments.
 
kromen said:
my three submissions are right above my sig. Serial Hunter, Silent Night, Horny Night, and Drug of Choice. Looking forward to your comments.

You did good.
 
agreed. I've tried to stay away from the stereotypical in my writing as well. Kudos for keeping the interracial sex interesting. :)
 
Thank you!

Kromen,
I agree. My IR story with a black female and white male received many positive comments from people because it was a relationship story first and an IR relationship story second. I think exploring race as a source of conflict and misunderstanding is fine in this medium, but the sterotypes are tired and cliche.
 
kromen said:
seem to focus on stereotypes and myths other than making a good story about two people from different backgrounds, cultures, etc. that enjoy each other sexually. I can't stand to read another submission about giant Black cocks skewering white women as victims or white trash. I wrote one story during xmas time that got good responses and I hoped that I would see more along those lines, but all I see is "Big black buck got loose in Master's big house." I guess this is a request for authors who dabble in interracial to show readers something different and also maybe get a dialouge going on why people can't get past the ignorant myths. To be fair, I have read some good stories in this cat and as soon as I can, I'll gladly post the authors links.

I'll check out your stories as well, as soon as I get a chance. I occasionally like the tired cliche of the stereotypes, but only if it's mixed in with other stories that are more interesting. I'd like to do one myself someday, because I think women of other races can be so exotic and beautiful.

I read a really funny story once where a black guy with a history of taking white women away from there wimpy husbands (because he was so well-endowed and good in bed) met a really hot woman in a bar. She acknowledged his reputation and said she wanted to see for herself (her husband was with her and not very happy about it). Finally she went into the back room and in front of a bunch of his friends, the guy proudly pulled out his cock and she went down on him to get it erect.

When it was, she looked over at her husband and walked away from the guy. He demanded that she come back, but she told him that she didn't want his average cock. She then pulled out her husband's prick, which was so big it humiliated the guy in front of all of his friends. I thought it was a great comment on the stereotypes in many of the stories (then again, I have a warped sense of humor).
 
I'd like more that are not black-white. But I don't write them myself, sorry. :(
 
I have a story that I wrote.... called out of the ashes.... that might fit what your talking about
 
I have had a lot of discussions with people about this as well. Since I write stories with Asian characters, it's different cliches to fight, but cliches nonetheless.

Echoing what a lot of people have said, a couple of my stories involve hopefully non-sterotypical sex that is interracial, and they have gotten good comments. It seems like when people do what kromen asks, and write a good story that doesn't follow the cliches, they get pretty decent results. However, I purposefully avoid the interracial category - despite it being a story that involves people of multiple races - because the story is not about race. It's about two people getting it on in various ways and the fact that one is Vietnamese or Japanese or whatever is largely irrelevant.

I think I've said this on the Boards before but I like to constantly take people of different backgrounds, put them together, and then have it be a non-issue. It's my own statement on interracial love.

All that said, I think the very nature of an interracial category is prone to bring out stereotypes. After all the reader isn't looking for an intelligent woman or a funny woman or even a woman with a big butt. They are looking for a story about someone of a particular race. Why? Often, not always, because they have some sort of belief that people of a certain race have some feature - i.e., gigantic cocks, gigantic asses, taboo in some way, are sexy dragon queens, etc. After all, porn web sites with black people or Asian people usually have names like "ghetto queen", "jungle whore," "rice fever," "yellow fever," etc. People often look for stereotypes when they look based on race.

My last point. What is viewed as interracial, of course, changes with your own perspective. Is sex between a Chinese woman and a French man interracial? (And notice how hard it is to come up with terms to talk about this.) For most people, yes. How about between a Chinese woman and a Filipino man? For many white Americans, they are both Asian, so no. For many Filipinos and Chinese, the answer is yes. How about between a Han Chinese person of Taiwan and a Paiwan person of Taiwan (one of the non-Han minorities indigenous to Taiwan)? Again for most white Americans, the answer is no, they are Asian. For a Japanese person, maybe no, they are both Chinese. But for a Taiwanese person, the answer is yes.

I think I've gone far afield. LOL. You brought up one of my hot button issues! But here's to more interracial stories that are unique and don't follow cliches. Just like we hope there are more stories with people of the same race without the cliches.
 
Great points here. Especially from M-Y-Erotica: having lived in Taiwan in my youth, I can say she is exactly right. :) I usually don't read interracial stories either, for the same reasons people have mentioned. I have included varied races in my writing, but I never call much attention to a person being black or Asian or whatever. I note it briefly in description, then move on. Like people have said, it really doesn't matter. The story's about sex, not race. As long as it's hot, it doesn't need stereotypes.

This is a link to one of the best black-on-white stories I have read here. Enjoy!

http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=445323&page=submissions
 
I've been thinking of writing something like a Palestinian-Israeli romance. Something that actually explores the serious issues of an interculture relationship.

Haven't really put too much effort into starting it because after briefly surfing through the interracial categories on this site and another one, I didn't feel like the effort would be appreciated. I'll probly eventually write it for my own enjoyment, but it always adds to the excitement if you know it's going to be well-received.
 
MzDeviancy said:
I've been thinking of writing something like a Palestinian-Israeli romance. Something that actually explores the serious issues of an interculture relationship.

Haven't really put too much effort into starting it because after briefly surfing through the interracial categories on this site and another one, I didn't feel like the effort would be appreciated. I'll probly eventually write it for my own enjoyment, but it always adds to the excitement if you know it's going to be well-received.

My thought would be to write it and but don't post it in the interracial category for the reasons discussed below. Instead, if it's a romance, put it in romance. Then people will learn the ethnicities of the characters as they go. I'd look forward to reading such a story myself.
 
It's a reflection of IR erotica/porn in general, which is based upon racist stereotypes. Most IR flicks are just as bad.
 
I've attached a story I'm working on. Your feedback would be appreciated here or via email. Twilight47c@yahoo.com


I was making my way to the same coffee shop I went to every day during lunch a little quicker then usual. The midday sun was beating down on me and the humidity was oppressive. Just two more blocks and I’d be sitting in the cool air conditioning and enjoying a light lunch.

The traffic light turned from yellow to red as I approached the intersection. Car after car passed me by as I stared across the street waiting for the green light. The sun warmed my skin and I began to sweat, thinking that the light would never turn green and I would never reach the air conditioned coffee shop.

Knowing that a watched pot never boils, I lowered my eyes from the traffic signal and saw one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Standing across from me, on the other side of the street waiting for the same light to turn green so she could cross was an earthy, sensual black girl.

She wore a flowing black skirt and white tank top. My eyes traveled up her firm stomach to her dark brown cleavage. The sun was beating down on her too, and he skin glistened like a chocolate bar just beginning to melt.

By the time I looked at her face, I was already breathless. One look at her smooth skin and big almond shaped eyes put me over the top. I stared at this beauty, trying to memorize every feature before she was gone. I didn’t know how much time I would have to feast on her charms and nothing seemed matter more that just looking at her.

The light turned green and the people around me crossed the street. This black beauty slowly made her way across the street as well, smiling a sly smile as she got closer to me. She noticed me noticing her. I didn’t move. I just stared into her eyes.

As she approached, I feared she would keep walking past and I would never see her again. My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think. I could only act. And so I reached my hand out and gently slid her hand into mine.

She turned and faced me, giggling a nervous little giggle. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. The sensation of her hand in mind wiped my mind clear of all its thoughts. I just smiled a contented smile. Finally, words came to me. “Have a coffee with me”.

Not the best pick up line ever used, but good enough to get this incredible young woman to walk a block with me, her hand still in mine. Something was happening. Something like I had never experienced before. We didn’t talk, we just walked holding hands.

At the coffee shop, there was a line waiting for a table and we deciding to just walk together and talk. We didn’t talk much, however. We held on to each other’s handle in a more sensual way then I thought possible. I learned her name was Keira and I told her mine was Marc. I learned she was a student who was done class for the day and her apartment was in the neighborhood. We walked towards it.

Standing in front of a non-descript apartment house, I pulled her close to me and tried to kiss her. Never in my life had I been so forward, but never had I felt like this. She pulled back, avoiding my kiss but never letting go of my hand. “I’ve never kissed a white guy before”, she said. Suddenly, my heart started racing harder then ever.

I had never kissed a black girl before, either. I looked her up and down and she did the same to me. When I looked in her eyes I knew that look. It was the same mix of passion and curiousity that I’m sure shown through my eyes.

I pulled out my cell phone and called the office. I stared into Keisha’s eyes as I told the secretary that I had made a good contact and might pick up a nice sale, but that I’d be coming back to the office a little late. Keisha smiled as I lied and, as I hung up, I saw a look of confidence wipe the smiles and shyness from her face.

She invited me upstairs and we walked up two flights of unair conditioned stairs. Combined with the heat outside, I was sweating heavily, and so was Keisha. Nothing looked as sexy as her skin glistening with sweat and I told her that as she unlocked her door.

The door barely closed behind us and she had me against the wall, kissing softly, her tongue tangled with mine. No longer content to hold my hand, Keisha unbuttoned my shirt with a gentle touch while I tried to feel every inch of her stomach and chest.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, as if I was in a fog. I didn’t have time to even think about how random and unlike me this entire situation was. I was lost in the sensations of her kiss, her warm, wet kiss. I bit on her lips and she moaned in my ear. We fumbled with each other’s clothes but it all felt like a blur to me.

Suddenly, I realized she had stopped kissing me and I watched this chocolate skinned beauty lowering herself down into a squat before me. Down her slender back I stared until I saw the familiar outline of a g stringed ass. My girlfriend often gave me blow jobs in this position. Oh my god, my girlfriend!

I barely had time to think about the fact that I was cheating before I felt Keisha’s lips slide around me and suddenly, I forgot about everything and returned to my foggy existence.

I have had good blow jobs and great blow jobs before, but this was an unforgettable blow job. It was as if Keisha wanted to swallow every inch of me, swallow it and never let it go. I understood the feeling. I didn’t want to leave her without tasting every inch of her skin.

I found myself holding her hand again, walking through her apartment naked, following her pink g stinged ass as it switched from side to side with every step. We entered her bedroom where I layed down on my back and told her to get on top of me to 69.

I reached my tongue out of my mouth and just parted her lips and heard an incredible sigh of passion come from her. She just kneeled over me, letting me enjoy her until she couldn’t stand any more and wrapped her lips around me again. Entangled together ,we licked and sucked until I thought I would explode.

My hands reached up, squeezing her ass cheeks together and spreading them apart in rhythm with my licking and her sucking. Faster we went and Keisha starting moving her hips all over my face.

I had wanted to do so much with her but was running out of time. Keisha’s ass starting swiveling in circles and her moaning got louder. She was cumming and so was I. I buried my face in her pussy and licked like crazy to finish the job. As I felt the surge of my orgasm, I slid my tongue deep inside her and she squeezed it as she came.

A few minutes later, we were back in the hallway putting our clothes back on. Keisha looked at her watch and said we had to hurry, her boyfriend was expected at any minute. I tried to get her number but she said she couldn’t give it to me. I wanted to give her mine but I knew she wouldn’t take it. This was it.

Dressed, I reached out and embraced her one last time. Kissing her passionately. Finally, I pulled away, opened the door and left.
 
Like most of you, I shy away from the perceived differences (other than the look of white skin against black) and stereotypes. All I ever mention is race and never the size of anyone's cock. Nor do I pair up executives and ghetto girls (differences aside, I think that socioeconomic status is greatest divider, even more than race). And all my IR stories deal with black women and white men. The one that people seem to appreciate the most (Consequences), has the least amount of sex and they all have romance as the main ingredient. Links to mine are provided below.

Consequences
Expectations, Chapter 1
Expectations, Chapter 2
Expectations, Chapter 3 deals with an offshoot relationship which is not IR and deals with strapon sex, Female to Male *grin*
Expectations, Chapter 4
Expectations, Chapter 5
Expectations, Chapter 6
Expectations, Chapter 7
Expectations, Chapter 8

Honey
 
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I am going to give your stories a read. Perhaps if you have time you'd peruse mine--I've received some postitive feedback on my interracial stories...
WildWildBest

The Wild Wild Mess parts 1-6.
 
*grin* Oh I've read Wild Wild Mess and Wild Wild Fresh (and I'm waiting to see what the rest of the posse gets into) and I loved it. I have my very own Alpha Scotsman and let's just say it has sparked some ideas for us.
 
If any non European or non Hispanic would like to work with me to come up with a great interracial story, I would love to work with you. I am a 27 year old caucasion/latino. My email address is twilight47c@yahoo.com.
 
Apologies for the shameless plug, but I have another story out that would be considered interracial, as it involves a caucasian-american woman, chinese-american woman, and japanese-american man. I hope it is enjoyable to some of you.

North Shore
 
taboo

What is attractive is the taboo, the contrast of the skin, clash of the cultures and social ignorance. The kink is to experience crossing the social line (sexually or emotionally). Not many are able to portray that feeling without touching on some sensitive subjects. And many writers to gravitate to the stereotypes because it is all they choose to see.

Did anyone think of the inner taboo within one's own culture (I just can't bring myself to say race, last time I checked we are all humans)
 
MzDeviancy said:
I've been thinking of writing something like a Palestinian-Israeli romance. Something that actually explores the serious issues of an interculture relationship.

Haven't really put too much effort into starting it because after briefly surfing through the interracial categories on this site and another one, I didn't feel like the effort would be appreciated. I'll probly eventually write it for my own enjoyment, but it always adds to the excitement if you know it's going to be well-received.


This would be timely!
 
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