"Is it possible for a Black man to have a fetish for his own race? I love dominant Black women but the ones in the professional BDSM world seem allergic to me," Alain Dumont said, lamenting his woes as he sat opposite his long-time best friend Nadia Garang. The six-foot-tall, short-haired, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned South Sudanese Muslim student sighed, and tried not to roll her chestnut eyes.
Every day it's the same damn thing with this one, Nadia thought, supremely annoyed by Alain's tirade. The two of them sat at a table near the window inside Creole Sensations, a neat little Haitian restaurant located on Montreal Road, in the east end of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. The place was small but charming, with a very friendly staff. It served the most delicious Afro-Caribbean food in the Canadian Capital, and Nadia couldn't get enough of it.
It was a nice afternoon in early September, and Alain Dumont treated his best pal Nadia Garang to dinner. They were facing their final year at the University of Ottawa School of Law, and things were intense from the get-go at school. The two pals dined on a sumptuous meal of white rice, brown bean sauce, turkey and plantains which they washed down with frosty Pepsis. After dinner, Nadia and Alain bantered, and unfortunately, that's when things went south...
Feeling pleasantly full after dinner, Nadia Garang thought about taking a stroll around Vanier before returning to the University of Ottawa campus, but Alain had other ideas. Apparently, he had a lot on his mind. Still, Nadia liked the vibe and the décor inside Creole Sensations. This was a welcome interlude from their classes at the University of Ottawa. Unfortunately, said interlude also came with a side order of Alain's constant whining about his misadventures with ladies from the world of BDSM.
Having been best friends for years, Alain Dumont and Nadia Garang kept few secrets from each other. When the mixed stud told her that he was exploring the world of BDSM, Nadia was shocked that a church-going young brother like Alain would be into such things, but she refused to judge him. When Alain began to overshare his tales of getting tied up, spanked, slapped around ( and more ) by dominant women whom he paid for such services, Nadia told herself to grin and bear it. Until she finally had enough...
"Shut the fuck up with that shit, Alain," Nadia Garang said, and with that, she whacked Alain upside the head. That got the Montreal-born brother's attention, and he looked at her as though he'd never seen her before. Nadia exhaled sharply, and fixed her eyes on Alain, thankful that she'd managed to shut him up for a change. Seriously, some brothers love to hear the sound of their own voice, and Alain is most definitely one of them...
Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, Leonel Dumont, and a French Canadian mother, Elisabeth Tremblay, Alain had those unique good looks common to mixed-race guys. Six feet two inches tall, with caramel-hued skin, curly dark hair stylized into a cool Afro, the brown-eyed stud was mighty fine, and unfortunately, no one was more aware of it than him.
Nadia Garang and Alain Dumont had been best friends for years, ever since they met during orientation day at the University of Ottawa. To say that they came from radically different worlds would have been an understatement. Alain Dumont had a Black father and a White mother, and grew up in a middle-class household in the City of Montreal, Quebec. The brother grew up attending Catholic schools, and living la dolce vita. He wouldn't know hardship if it hit him in the jaw...
Nadia Garang came from a radically different environment than the Canadian metropolitan paradise that Alain Dumont called home. The feisty sister was born in the City of Malakal, Republic of South Sudan. Her parents, Ahmed and Nabila Garang are staunch Muslims, a fact which made their lives harder after the fledgling nation of South Sudan split from the Arab-influenced and predominantly Muslim nation of Sudan to become an independent country.
The people of the fledgling Republic of South Sudan viewed South Sudanese Muslims as potential traitors, since they adhered to the same faith and lifestyle as the people of Sudan, who once oppressed them. In the larger, Arab-influenced nation of Sudan, long before the split, the Afro-Arabian populace treated the darker-skinned South Sudanese people very poorly. These wounds had yet to heal, and they're part of what drove Nadia's family to leave South Sudan for Canada. They came to Ottawa, Ontario, as refugees and had a hell of a time adjusting to their new environment, but eventually made it.
Life wasn't easy for the Garang family, but Nadia Garang and her parents worked hard at adapting to life in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Nadia Garang attended schools filled with students of all hues whose cultures and ways of living were drastically different from what she'd considered the norm back in the Republic of South Sudan. Nadia Garang excelled both academically and athletically, and won a scholarship to study law at the University of Ottawa, where she met Alain Dumont...
"Um, Nadia, what the hell are you doing?" Alain asked, rubbing his head where Nadia had whacked him, and the young woman smiled and shrugged. As Alain pondered what she'd just done to him, Nadia lifted her foot and rubbed it against his groin, causing him to jerk awkwardly. Alain stared hard at Nadia, wondering what the gorgeous and usually taciturn was thinking. Nadia smiled wickedly at Alain, and he felt a frisson run down his spine...
"This is what I'm doing," Nadia said, and with that, she grabbed Alain by the collar of his fancy blue silk shirt, and then kissed him on the lips. Alain was stunned by Nadia's kiss, but he nevertheless kissed her back. When they came up for air, the South Sudanese cutie's lovely face was inches from his, and he saw a look of mischief in those chestnut eyes. Alain sighed, astonished by what Nadia had just done...
