"I really must stop banging ratchet chicks," Ramon Jackson thought to himself as he looked at his latest overnight guest, a tall, mahogany-hued, curvy and sexy, feisty young black woman named Monique whom he picked up at the Bourbon Room in downtown Ottawa. While fine as hell, Monique couldn't stop talking about all kinds of shit as Ramon drove her back to his place...
"Ottawa has some crabby and grimy dudes but you're different, I can tell, that's why I hollered at you," Monique said, and Ramon smiled and nodded. He was used to being the brother who is different. Born in New Jersey to a Jamaican immigrant father and a Colombian-American mother, Ramon had a hard time growing up in the racially divided world of Newark, NJ, but it only made him tougher.
"Well, I'm a Jersey cat, that's why," Ramon replied, and Monique grinned and looked at him. She laid her hand on his thigh as he drove and Ramon took that as a good sign. The tall, handsome brother was used to having both women and men comment on his good looks. To the black folks, Ramon was not black enough, and to the Latinos, he was too black. Ramon honestly hated both sides at times, and was determined to be his own man.
"Hmm, I love American guys," Monique replied, and Ramon tried to figure out if she came from Nigeria or someplace nearby like Ghana, then decided that it did not matter. Ramon winked at her and drove from downtown Ottawa to the Ogilvie area where he was staying. His rented basement lay at the bottom of a townhouse owned by Farrukh, a strict Pakistani landlady who was surprisingly kind at times. Too bad things were going to be quite noisy tonight...
"Well, this American brother loves his African sisters," Ramon replied, and he leaned over and kissed Monique on the lips. The two of them exited the car, and Ramon fiddled with the keys, since it was so damn cold outside. The City of Ottawa, Ontario, felt a lot colder than the City of Newark, New Jersey, in November. That's life in Canada for you. Ramon knew what he was signing up for when he moved to the Capital region of Canada...
"Hmm, you are in for a treat, handsome," Monique said, and she sat Ramon on his bed, and put on a little show for him. Ramon feasted his eyes on the vision of West African beauty that stood before him. Monique was tall, dark-skinned, busty and big-bottomed, and kind of reminded him of Tennis legend Serena Williams...only with a much bigger ass. The things I am going to do to that ass, Ramon thought.
"Hmm, do tell," Ramon replied, and Monique walked up to him, stark naked, and paused, hands on her hips. Ramon grinned and reached for her thick black ass, which he'd been wanting to smash since he first spotted her on the dance floor of the Bourbon Room. Monique grinned as Ramon pinched her big black ass, and then playfully slapped it.
"Hmm, Ramon, are you going to just stare at that ass, or do something about it?" Monique asked, and Ramon grinned, and pulled her close. They kissed passionately and rolled around on the bed, and then Ramon laid Monique there, and went to work on her. The young African woman smiled as Ramon kissed her lips, then caressed her full, round breasts before sucking on them gently. Monique sighed happily, thrilled to be with a man who knew what he was doing...
"Just relax and let me do my thing," Ramon said, and he spread Monique's thick dark thighs, inhaling the womanly fragrance emanating from within them. Monique held her breath as Ramon brought his handsome face between her legs, and began eating her pussy. From the first time Monique laid eyes on the tall, muscular and handsome, brown-skinned mixed stud with the thick Afro, Monique knew that he would be a good lay. As Ramon began lathering her pussy, Monique knew that she was definitely right about him...
