When Hodan Awaleh moved to the City of Kingston, Jamaica, from her hometown of Ottawa, Ontario, she was in for a culture shock. The Island of Jamaica is so different from the Capital of Canada that it might as well be another universe. Hodan Awaleh came to Jamaica to make a fresh start because she'd grown fed up with life in the passive-aggressive, boring-ass City of Ottawa. Who wants to live in the town that fun forgot? Who wants to be surrounded by passive-aggressive, fake-smiling, backstabbing bozos all day? Certainly not Hodan Awaleh. The Somali-Canadian Muslim woman has ambition and drive. Time to ditch Canada and embrace life in the Caribbean.
Hodan Awaleh planned the trip meticulously, down to the travel accommodations of her little dog Harriet. The Somalis are a hardy people, especially Somali women. From Minneapolis, Minnesota, to Edmonton, Alberta, they do their own thing. From Toronto, Ontario, to Montreal, Quebec, from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, to Heidelberg, Germany, Somalis are simply cannot be stopped. The prospect of leaving one's world behind and moving to a new country would scare many people but not Hodan. For Hodan, living in Ottawa isn't really living, it's existing. There's got to be something better out there.
Hodan has always wanted to explore life in the Caribbean. After graduating from the University of Ottawa with her MBA and saving some money, Hodan made her big move. To Hell with Canada. Hello to the warmth and beauty of the Caribbean. The flight from Ottawa, Canada, to Kingston, Jamaica, was long and eventful but she got through it. After spending a few days at the Mattison Hotel, Hodan Awaleh and her dog Harriet moved into an apartment in the Mintz neighborhood of southwest Kingston. Once there, Hodan Awaleh settled into her new digs. Time for this proud black Canadian woman to do her thing.
Life in the City of Kingston, Jamaica, agreed with Hodan Awaleh for the most part. The young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman liked the vibrant Caribbean town and her lovely people. Jamaican food was delicious. Jamaican music was awesome. Jamaican men looked amazing. Yeah, Hodan Awaleh was having a good time in Jamaica but she was alone. Back in Ottawa, Hodan was fairly active in BDSM circles and loved going to play parties. While dancing at a reggae club in the Hawthorne area of Kingston, Hodan met a fine Jamaican man named Paul Jones. This fine Jamaican brother told Hodan that he was down for whatever...
"You taste wonderful," Paul Jones said to Hodan, his voice barely audible due to the Reggae club's loud music. Hodan nodded and sighed happily, loving the feel of Paul's tongue against her pussy. After doing the bump and grind all night, Hodan took Paul to the club basement to see what he was made of. The Jamaican stud sat Hodan down on an antique couch and ate her pussy. moaning and groaning, Hodan rubbed her nipples as Paul licked her pussy. It wasn't long before he coaxed an orgasm out of her. Afterwards, they went home for some fun.
"I'm freaky and kind of different," Hodan Awaleh said to Paul Jones once they got to her apartment. The tall, handsome young Jamaican man grinned as the sultry Somali woman sat him down and grabbed his dick. Paul nodded approvingly as Hodan stroked his dick and massaged his balls before taking him into her mouth. The sexy Somali woman proceeded to give the Jamaican stud the deep throat treatment. Paul sighed happily as Hodan sucked his dick like there was no tomorrow. Afterwards, Hodan showed Paul what she meant by kind of different...