Right now, I am lying naked in my bed. Deep inside my apartment in the town of Vanier, Ontario. Not far from Donald Street in the Overbrook area. I am completely naked, save for my hijab. I only take it off when I'm sleeping, sorry. Thos are the rules I was raised with. However, rules were made to be broken. And I am definitely breaking the rules as I urge my man to keep going. You see, my sexy Haitian-American boyfriend Stephen Marc-Antoine is kneeling before me and licking my sweet pussy. I smile as his tongue sends little waves of pleasure coursing through me. He is going all out tonight, determined to make me cum for him. I do love his energy.
My name is Juhaynah Abdul and I am a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Nursing. A lot of my Somali sisters on campus only date Somali guys and the few who go outside the race date white guys or Arab guys. Me, I've got a thing for Black guys from other parts of the great motherland of Africa and beyond. And I found those loud and outspoken Haitian men in Montreal and Toronto uniquely sexy. From what I heard my Haitian lady friends say, Haitian guys have their faults but they're great lovers. They're all kinky bastards who will try anything to please a woman in bed. How could I resist the urge to try one?
My Stephen is so damn good at licking pussy. This Haitian stud was born and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. He used to attend Bridgewater State University but after a lacklustre academic year and some personal trouble, his parents sent him to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to straighten him out. He's been staying at his uncle and aunt's house in the town of Orleans. Stephen is new to Ottawa and he has a thing for us Somali ladies. We really like him on the Carleton University campus, where he studies Law. That's more than okay by me. I wish more Black American guys would come to the City of Ottawa. They're more fun than Black Canadian males, those bozos are obsessed with fat white chicks. I don't know why so many Black guys go for ugly fat white chicks these days. So many of them are into them. Not my Stephen. He loves Black women. I giggle as he slides his fingers deep inside my cunt. Hot damn, he is doing things to me!
I rub my tits together as Stephen continues working his magic on my pussy. If only my friends and family members could see me now. I think they would have a fit, especially my parents. My father Mohammed Abdul is the Imam of the Somali Muslim community of Greater Ottawa. Our mosque has about a thousand members. We Somalians are a close-knit community in the City of Ottawa. We have to be. Everybody in Ottawa seems to have something against Somali folks. I'm not just talking about the xenophobic Europeans. Other immigrant groups like Haitians, Chinese, Jamaicans, Koreans, Mexicans and Arabs have something against Somali folks too. As a result, there is tension between Somalis and everybody else in Ottawa.
Unfortunately, that's the way it has been for a long time. That tension extends to Africans of other nations by the way. And my father wouldn't approve if he knew I was dating a Black guy of Haitian descent who was raised in the United States of America. My father basically hates everything American. He thinks they're all infidels and crooks. He particularly dislikes United States President Barack Obama, whom he considers to be another pawn of the Israel Lobby of America. I explained to him that the U.S. President is a good man who's trying to do the right thing but can't please the entire world. My father won't listen. He is really set in his ways. What can you do, you know? Some people simply cannot see the world through a different lens.
Stephen slides two fingers inside of me while teasing my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. I shriek in pleasure. Man, he definitely hit my spot! As I shudder with pleasure, Stephen intensifies things. He shoves his thick fingers deeper inside of me, and I squirm in delight. An orgasm rocks my body and I scream even louder as my sexy Haitian-American lover sends me to nirvana with his sexual expertise. Allah be praised, Stephen is amazing! I have tears of joy in my eyes as I slowly calm down. Stephen looks up at me and smiles. What a sharp contrast between us. I'm five-foot-ten, chubby and dark-skinned, with shoulder-length Black hair. In spite of the fact that I'm at Good Life Fitness Club every day, I'm still chubby. My hips are wide. My butt is big and round. And my body is curvy. Stephen is six feet two inches tall, muscular but slender, with medium brown skin, long hair braided into neat dreadlocks, and light gray eyes. His mother Stella Ramirez is pure Dominican but his father Joseph Marc-Antoine is half Black and half white. I don't usually go for mulatto guys because many of them have a complex but Stephen was cool. He considers himself Black, rather than biracial.
Stephen pulled me into his arms and kissed me. We've been having a lot of fun lately, but always stopped short at sex. As a practicing Muslim, I'm supposed to save myself until marriage. I've been dating Stephen on the sly for eight months now. I've grown to care for him. He's a really nice guy. He wants to return to the United States after graduating Carleton University and become a police officer like his father. I've only recently admitted it to myself but I love him and I want him to stay in Canada. Stephen doesn't like the idea of living in Ottawa forever. Maybe we could move to the City of Toronto since it's a more American-style town. Ottawa is boring, I really hate it sometimes and I was born here!
