I was tracking down my prey for ages before I got the drop on him. Yeah, I knew he was prey material the moment I laid eyes on him. It's summertime in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. A lot of young guys and gals take to the streets, strutting their stuff and having fun. I love it. I go out ready for prowling. Five feet eleven inches and 140 pounds of sexy, caramel-skinned ebony temptation. I've got short, spiky Black hair, a slim yet curvy figure, killer legs and a nice round ass. Roselyn Armand is the name.
Here's a little back story about me. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. My father Franklin Armand is Haitian and my mother Jacqueline Tremblay Armand is White, of French Canadian descent. I have an older brother named Trevor who's studying at McGill University. Presently, I'm taking psychology as a summer course at Carleton University. When I'm not in class, I'm out there trying to get some ass. And I usually succeed. Now, back to our show. I was telling you about my latest conquest.
Oh, he was delicious to look at. Tall, broad-shouldered and dark-skinned. He had immigrant written all over him. You could have made him a Poster Guy for Mister Africa. The brother was darker than Hollywood movie superstar and tax evader Wesley Snipes. I had to get myself a piece of him. When I spotted him crossing the street on Mackenzie King bridge heading to the Rideau Shopping Center, I basically followed him. I was supposed to go to Hurdman Station to catch the number four bus to Carleton University but I thought homework could wait. I had to get myself a piece of fine Black ass.
And so I did. I followed Mr. Tall, Black and Handsome throughout the mall. He looked really good in his superbly bright red silk shirt, Black silk pants and Black Timberland boots. It was really hot outside so I don't know why he was dressed like that. Like I said, I took one look at the guy and knew that he wasn't a local dude. I followed him to the food court, where he ordered food from the good folks of Manchu Wok and sat down not far from the exit.
As he sat down and began eating, he quickly made the sign of the cross. Oh, that's so cute. A good Christian lad. Hmmm. I just can't wait to corrupt the hell out of him. I was raised Adventist but the last time I went to church, professor Michael Ignatieff still led the Liberal Party of Canada. I sat in the chair opposite him, and he looked at me, shocked. I smiled and asked him if the seat was taken. He shook his head. I smiled, and sipped my Pepsi while nibbling on the Subway sandwich I just bought. I could tell that my presence was making Mister Africa uncomfortable. Especially since I wore a bright blue tank top and White shorts so damn short that they should really be considered underpants. I could also tell that he was trying hard not to stare at me but he was failing miserably. I smiled, and asked him where he was from. If you live in Canada and you're not of the Caucasian persuasion, people will ask you that question at least once a week.