"Doc, I have sexual fantasies about my co-workers, both female and male," Suleiman said, smiling, his characteristically deep voice resonating in the office. Dr. Marcia Rosenthal nodded, bracing herself for another monologue from her freakiest client. The big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian Muslim stud leaned back in his chair. Even though he was acting casual to the point of nonchalance, the good doctor could tell that Suleiman was going through something...
Decked out in a black overcoat, blue silk shirt, black dress pants and black steel-toe boots, Suleiman was sporting the business casual look, and it definitely worked for him. On the bus, he caught ladies and men alike checking him out, which was to be expected. Suleiman likes to be noticed and admired, but he doesn't like to be obsessed over or stalked, thank you very much...
Seated inside the psychiatrist's office, somewhere in the Nepean neighborhood of Ottawa, Ontario, Suleiman took advantage of the opportunity to unburden himself. A man can only hold so many things inside before he loses his damn mind. Suleiman knows this for sure. Lately, his dreams had become increasingly cryptic and sexual, overflowing out of his subconscious and into his waking life...
Following the demise of his years-long relationship with a certain Nigerian cutie named Joan Okorocha, Suleiman found himself questioning a lot of things about his life. He was fond of Joan Okorocha, and sincerely hoped that they could have a normal life together. The entire time that Suleiman was seeing Joan, he forsook all others, on both sides, because he loved her. Suleiman wanted to marry Joan and have sons and daughters with her. Unfortunately, Joan, who's a few years younger than Suleiman, just wants to have fun...
Suleiman didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this situation with Joan Okorocha of Nigeria. The dark-skinned, big-booty gal whom he met in university sauntered into his life, stole his heart, and shattered it. When a man wants to have fun, women chase him and want him to commit to them. When a man wants to commit, women avoid him like the plague. Suleiman couldn't understand this shit, but found it deliciously ironic. Of course, it would be funny if it were happening to someone else...
"Do tell," Dr. Marcia Rosenthal said, and the tall, slender psychiatrist looked at her client, wondering what she was getting herself into. Law student, proud Muslim, hero to the Haitian community, supporter of the bisexual community and staunch critic of the racism and Biphobia in the LGB T community, Suleiman is a lot of things to a lot of people. The man is full of himself, evidently with good reason...
"As you wish," Suleiman replied, stroking his goateed chin thoughtfully. He'd moved from his hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, almost ten years ago and life had been a roller coaster ever since. Most people in the West thought of Ottawa as a boring place, but Suleiman knew exactly what evil lurked beneath its façade of boredom and sheer ordinariness...
Ottawa, the town where passive aggressive people fake cough at you on the bus and give you a fake smile when you confront them about their bullshit. Ottawa is also the town where wannabe gangsters of the white male persuasion harass and provoke men of color on the city streets while police officers look the other way. Canada's brand of passive aggressive white supremacy irked Suleiman more than he could say...
Ottawa, the town where close-minded women who refuse to date openly bisexual men team up with their annoying gay male friends to stalk those very same bisexual men...and the stalking duos act surprised when restraining orders get taken against them. Stalkers can be male or female, straight or gay, and Suleiman knew how to get rid of both...legally. Document evidence of their stalking, get a witness, and report them to the police. Don't underestimate these losers. Ever.
Suleiman thought of his gig at the call center and the people he met there. First, there was Mika, the curvy, dark-skinned, big-bottomed and dreadlocked cutie from the African nation of Burundi. The young black woman had a sassy mouth, a big beautiful ass, and the loveliest eyes that Suleiman had ever seen on a human being. He was fond of her, and not just for her physical attributes...
"Pussy makes the world go around," Mika Bagaza said to Suleiman more than once, causing him to laugh. My kind of chick, Suleiman thought. In this world of gender based political correctness, it was refreshing to meet a gal who could hang out with the fellas. While Suleiman respected women, he also believed in people being real with each other, without being offensive of course. Mika was cool as fuck, and Suleiman sincerely admired her...
Next on Suleiman's list of his favorite people is a tall, lean and athletic young Somali Muslim man named Liban Elmi. The Somali dude is cool and likes the ladies, but there's much more to him than that. Suleiman knows a bisexual man when he sees one. It's quite simply what he sees every time he looks in the damn mirror, come to think of it.
The things that only a bisexual man knows about humanity and sexuality could
fill up several anthologies. Gay males couldn't tell the difference between gay males and bisexual men, but Suleiman could spot a man who likes both sexes fairly easily. It's something of a gift, and it's very different from gaydar, thank you very much. Men who like both sexes vibrate at a different frequency than men whose sole loyalty is to the D.I.C.K.
A bisexual man can enjoy watching lesbian porn and check out big-booty women walking by and still like both sexes. Bisexuality is adaptable and extremely flexible, unlike straightness and gayness, the rigid and boring sides of the force. Suleiman knows this, and has made a personal study of it, but that's a tale for another time...
"What's up, homey?" Liban said to Suleiman as he walked past his desk, accompanied by his good friend and co-worker Nasira Mohamud, also known as Nana. Suleiman exchanged dap with Liban and nodded respectfully at Nana, the Hijab-wearing, brown-skinned, pleasantly plump and big-bottomed Somali Muslim cutie who always sat next to Liban and Mika at the call center. The things I could do to their asses, Suleiman thought, smiling, as Liban and Nana walked away.
"What happens in your fantasies?" Dr. Marcia Rosenthal asked, her sonorous voice snatching Suleiman out of his sexual daydream. He smiled at her, this thin, dark-haired and pale-skinned woman whose empathy belied her tough exterior. Nodding at Dr. Marcia Rosenthal, Suleiman proceeded to go in depth about his sexual fantasies...
"I get down and dirty with my co-workers," Suleiman said, smirking for effect. He sighed happily, recalling the vivid sexual dreams he had about Mika, Liban and Nana. The four of them did things with each other that would put a porn star to shame, and Suleiman, an avid watcher of all kinds of porn, knew what he was talking about...
"Eat this pussy and quit talking shit," Mika said to Suleiman as she straddled his face. They were in the basement of the call center, having some fun during a snowstorm while on the overnight shift. Suleiman looked at Mika, who'd tossed aside her Yoga pants, shirt and scarf, revealing a sexy, curvy body that reminded him of porn star Jada Fire, one of his all-time favorites...
"Yes ma'am," Suleiman replied, and a grinning Mika sat on the brother's face. Suleiman began eating Mika's pussy voraciously while grasping her thick ass cheeks, which he'd been checking out ever since he first met her. Suleiman inhaled the scent of Mika's pussy as he ate her out, taking his sweet time as he pleasured her. This was going to be good...
