What am I going to do with myself? That's what I wondered as I sat inside the food court of the Saint Laurent Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Of all the sexy ladies of all hues walking by, why is it that only SHE arouses me? I don't frigging know. All I know is that what I'm feeling isn't normal. And I consider myself a pretty normal guy. My name is Arthur Wahid. My mother Mariel Farouk Wahid is a Lebanese Christian immigrant originally from the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon. My father Youssef Wahid is Ethiopian. They met at the University of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario twenty five years ago, got married and had little old me, along with my brother Ibrahim.
My parents are a nice, normal couple. My dad is an Ontario Provincial Police Constable and he's also a Deacon at the Ebenezer Baptist Church in the East End of Ottawa. My mother teaches English at Saint Martin Catholic Academy. My brother Ibrahim is a Law student at the University of Toronto. Yeah, the whole family is pretty normal. So how did I end up being such a pervert? Being biracial in Canada isn't easy, but that's not what marks me as different. I've always been the kind of guy who pushes the envelope. I'm currently taking up business administration at Carleton University in the South End of Ottawa, Ontario.
By all appearances I'm a normal guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale brown eyes. The son of an African man who married an Arab woman, that's me in a nutshell. There aren't a lot of Ethiopians at Carleton University. However, there are a lot of Somalis. We have a complicated history, Somalis and Ethiopians. I don't really like them but you know, in this politically correct world, you smile and try to get along with people. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about my freakish sexual attraction to ladies of a certain age. I'm into older women. By older I mean over fifty and under seventy. I like them older, plump and sexually freaky. There, I said it. You can laugh if you want. But this is who I am.
It's exam time at Carleton University. I only took three courses this semester and I don't really feel like studying. Business classes are boring as hell. Anyhow, I left campus to grab a bite at Saint Laurent Mall and that's when I spotted this fine-looking older White lady. She was clearly over fifty. Tall and plump, with big tits, a curvy body and a big ass. She walked with a younger blonde-haired Caucasian woman who had to be her daughter and her daughter's somewhat noticeably darker skinned son. I heard him refer to the elder lady as Grandma Emily. Well, I definitely had eyes for Grandma Emily. I sat near them and listened to their conversations.
The younger White lady's name was Jessica and her son was Paul. Jessica was going through a messy divorce with her Iranian-born husband Mohammed. Why doesn't that surprise me? I could have seen it coming a mile away. A lot of White women in Canada are into Arab guys now. A lot of their relationships end up badly because Arab men don't know how to deal with women who have minds of their own. In the Arab world, women are docile, obedient creatures who defer to men in the name of Islam. Arab men are fascinated by western women but don't know how to keep them. I've visited the Republic of Lebanon, and I know what I'm talking about.
