That Unspoken Taboo That Scares The Shit Out Of Most....... 😳👎🏿 or 😁👍🏿

Across both swinging and fetish spaces, I've noticed something curious. We celebrate our deviance. We embrace kinks, edge play, fluid bonding, group dynamics, identity explorations, and more. And yet — there’s still one thing that sits deeper in the shadows than all the rest.

One desire that people either run from, deny, or pursue quietly, almost apologetically with a sense of self conscious shame and embarrassment.

I call it the ultimate taboo.

It gets whispered in late-night messages, hinted at in cryptic profiles, and avoided altogether by those who fear the intensity it can unleash. Hey I can empathize understand why. Much like fire or nuclear energy, it holds immense power. Mishandled, it burns and devastates. Ignored, it festers. But when the right conditions are present? It can become a limitless source of......

Let me be clear: I don’t pursue this desire out of desperation and oh do I try my best not to try to light a spark where the wood is wet. Not every connection is meant to hold this kind of fire. But when the conditions are right, I won’t shy away from it. I choose to harness it.

Because I’m not afraid of depth. Of surrender. Of risk. Of what it awakens in others — or in me.

I seek it in its purest form — because only then is it truly authentic.

Un-corrupted, it becomes the ultimate expression of mutual freedom.

It’s the one taboo that, when fully embraced, gives every other taboo a depth and intensity nothing else can match. But that’s exactly why it can’t be forced.

It has to happen organically — with honesty, courage, and alignment.

Because if it doesn’t, the pursuit becomes just a hollow chase… and the real thing slips further out of reach.

Have you figured it out yet. I wonder what perverted cravings are running through you mind right now?

No — it’s NOT centered on copious amounts of cum involving multiple......sorry I got a bit distracted for a moment...where was I? Ah yes...

Hell it's even more of a taboo than a guy admitting to being an enthusiastic cock sucker in a room full of heterosexual men 🤣🤣.

Dare I say… it’s even more polarizing than the mere mention of SCAT......that's not one of mine I hasten to add but neither am I one to kink shame. I'm always rather intrigued whenever I meet people who out perv me or have a higher sex drive.....damn it, I got side tracked again.

Back to the topic in hand......

And it's because I see this taboo — that in its purest form knows no limits, no hierarchy, no script — that I’ve chosen the path of solo polyamory and relationship anarchy. Where connection is led by authenticity, not obligation. Where depth is not defined by exclusivity. And where this “taboo” can be honored without fear or feelings of self consciousness.

Yes — this Taboo is THE big one.

The most polarizing four-letter expletive of them all:

L O V E.

Club BiVersity - Diverse Desires: Bi, Pan, Kinky & Culture-Rich - London

Desire across racial lines is real. It’s everywhere in kink, swinging, and open relationship spaces—and it’s something I’ve felt, witnessed, and lived.

I’ve been in relationships with women from all kinds of backgrounds. Not because I collect cultures, but because the connection was real. Because I was seen—not “just” as a black man or a good fuck—but as a whole person. As a Black man whose life experiences, worldview, and cultural context weren’t brushed over or treated like background noise. I was met fully—and those relationships only deepened because of that.

That’s what appreciation looks like.

When it comes to Black women… I’m in awe. Oh fuck do I love my black women. The beauty, the oh so deeply feminine power, the presence—it moves me. And there’s something deeply satisfying, even heartwarming, about seeing Black women I know—whether partners or friends—being genuinely appreciated by men of other backgrounds. When I see a connection that’s mutual, grounded, and emotionally aware, it’s beautiful.

But when I sense fetishisation—when I catch even a hint of “I’ve always wanted to try a Black woman”—I’m out. I feel repelled. Why? because I know what’s underneath that phrasing: a stripping away of personhood. A desire based on myth, not truth.

That same line applies to me, too. If someone’s desire for me is rooted in a surface-level curiosity, or some "bucket list" mentality, I’m already halfway gone. I don’t care how hot the surface energy is—if I don’t feel seen, it’s empty.

Now, here’s something else I’ve noticed over time: amber flags that show up within our own racial communities. Like when someone says, “I just don’t date people from my own background.” That just doesn’t sit right with me—for some, I know it can be rooted in trauma or difficult experiences they’d rather not relive. I can hold space for that. I get it… to an extent…..which is why it’s an amber flag as opposed to being bright red.

But it’s still something I take note of. Because when desire becomes a way of distancing from yourself or your community, I can’t help but wonder what parts of yourself you're trying not to face. And I know I’ll eventually be asked to participate in that avoidance that might inadvertently chip away at my own self-worth if that woman is black .

Anyway, when I do sense genuine appreciation—when someone connects with the fullness of who I am, and wants me, not just my background or the fantasy of it—that’s something else entirely. That’s real. That’s powerful. That’s hot.

And yeah… when it’s done right? When two people meet each other fully, even across differences? When there’s respect, desire, and mutual clarity? It’s horny as fuck. That part’s not lost on me. But it’s the bonus—not the foundation.

That’s why I’m intentional about the creation of Club BiVersity, we don’t pretend colour doesn’t exist. We don’t claim to be “post-racial.” We centre the reality that our identities do shape how we show up—and that’s not something to fear. It’s something to honour.

So if you’re navigating desire across race, culture, or ethnicity—whether you’re Black, Brown, white, or mixed—my take is this:
Be honest with yourself. Yes be curious about others but also be mindful to pay attention to what you’re drawn to—and why.

Because when appreciation is real? When it’s layered, conscious, and rooted in seeing the whole person? That’s where beauty lives. That’s where pleasure deepens. That’s where sex, love, and kink can be fucking awesome.

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What If You're Black & Want To Be Cuckolded?

I spent many a year playing the role of the Bull and boy did I love it. Especially when the planets aligned, and I was able to have fun with a cuckold couple on an ongoing basis.

I used to think nothing could match the thrill of fucking another man's wife....especially if he was there to "assist"

Now I'm of the opinion that it's way hotter when that role is reversed.

*except perhaps if a couple were to give me free rein to build a special bond and the wife or girlfriend is eager to be (polite cough) slut trained over an extended period of time.*

It's the deeper level of intimacy between a partner and myself that makes it extra special.
BUT where are my fellow black cuckolds, I know you're out there but hiding in plain site. I get it though we're almost always expected to play the role of the Bull but sometimes we don't want to, sometimes we want something different, something more. NOT what's expected.

That's why I've decided to create a safe space. A very private very discreet chat group that's exclusively for black men who have that deep urge to be cuckolded but no one to chat with about it.

If the above sounds like you feel free to reach out to me.

Discretion assured. 

You'll find me here......

https://fetlife.com/ClubBiversity

or

https://www.instagram.com/cocoatemptationlondon/

or

https://x.com/CocoTemptation_