Many years ago I had a gal that was clearly very sheltered that was a Desi from Kerala. She was successful and single and had a nice condo. She was initially a bit aloof but pretty adventurous and I was clearly her secret.
We had a great time in the sack and she tried many new things she’d never in the past including some more esoteric sexual adventures. Everything was going quite well until her parents came to visit from India for two months.
Despite being quite successful and a catch, I was basically erased from her life as a white guy because of their culture, because her parents wanted her to marry a nice Indian boy.
It’s funny how the same Indian parents were OK with her brother seeing white women (the one time he did get a trophy homely white girl), but no their daughter needed to marry another Desi and they were here to make sure she found an acceptable mate because she was turning 30.
Never underestimate the power of culture on a woman. The last time we were together it was clear to me she was saying goodbye, she cried a lot and asked to sleep in my arms. She asked me to “make love” to her and hold her and not let her go. It was a sad day, and although I was not in love with her, I was quite fond of her.
Wow, I’d forgotten about that experience.