The central figure of today's tale, Pooja Ahmad is a tall and curvaceous, dark-haired and lovely, somewhat chubby South Asian beauty working at a financial services company in downtown Ottawa. Stephenson Gregoire is a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent who has designs on this lovely lady. Is there anything wrong with Black men and South Asian women getting together? Hmm, it depends on whom one asks. Cultural, racial and religious differences tend to pause major problems to Black men and South Asian women getting together.
In Stephenson's experience, and the bisexual brother has been with ladies and men of all hues, the Black man's allure appeals to folks across the globe. Haters can hate all they want. Women and men of all hues find Black men sexy. A lot of South Asian ladies dig Black men but refrain from engaging with them because South Asian communities dislike of African people is real. When certain Indian ladies and Pakistani ladies have had relationships with Black men, their parents have threatened to kill them. This is a sad state of the affairs, to be sure. What's a horny brother to do?
Stephenson definitely digs the South Asian ladies, like his former gal pal Anika, whom he met at Carleton University, but the cultural and racial bullshit that comes up whenever a brother wants to get with an Indian gal is tiresome. By sharp contrast, a lot of gay South Asian men and bisexual South Asian men are obsessed with gay Black men and bisexual Black men. A sizable number of South Asian men love Black dick. Hmm, maybe some South Asian men don't like to see South Asian women with Black men because they want Black dick for themselves? Certainly food for thought, all things considered.
The obsession that a lot of gay and bisexual South Asian men have for Black men is real. Stephenson knows this because a closeted gay South Asian man named Sahil became obsessed with him. The fucker wanted Stephenson and simply wouldn't let go. Stephenson found Sahil annoying as fuck and wouldn't give him the time of day, and when Sahil began following him around, Stephenson went to the police. Male on male stalking is real. Stalking is different from cruising. Stalkers cannot be tolerated. Cops must take action when stalking occurs. Stephenson felt that Sahil left him no choice. That's how this progressive bisexual Black male deals with gay male stalkers.
When Stephenson deals with the ladies, he prefers women from faraway places. One of the first women whom Stephenson hooked up with after moving to the City of Ottawa from the Island of Haiti was Fatuma, a curvy, forty-something Djiboutian Muslim woman whom he met at the social services office located near Catherine Street. The Hijab-wearing, curvy and big-bottomed Fatuma was a lot of fun, in and out of the bedroom.
"How does Djiboutian pussy tastes to you, my Haitian King?" Fatuma asked Stephenson, as they lay in bed together, after their first session. Stephenson grinned and kissed Fatuma, while caressing her lovely ripe breasts. The Djiboutian Muslim MILF was quite simply magnificent, and Stephenson couldn't get enough of her. Spreading Fatuma's thick brown thighs, Stephenson buried his face in there and ate her pussy. Fatuma sighed, and relaxed as Stephenson resumed eating her pussy like a hungry man.
"You're amazing, " Stephenson told Fatuma, after giving her pussy a good licking. Fatuma grinned and got on all fours. Stephenson admired the Djiboutian Muslim lady's thick derriere, and playfully slapped it. Fatuma squealed, and then shot Stephenson a look. Putting a condom on his hard, uncircumcised dick, Stephenson rubbed his cock against Fatuma's ass, and then entered her with a swift thrust. Fatuma sighed happily as Stephenson gripped her wide hips and began fucking her. Do Haitian dicks fit inside Djiboutian Muslim women's pussies? They most definitely do!
"Fuck me," Fatuma squealed, and Stephenson went to town on her, smacking her big brown ass as he rammed his dick into her pussy. Stephenson loved the way Fatuma's thick Djiboutian Muslim booty bounced every time he thrust his cock into her pussy. Stephenson and Fatuma melted into each other, and had a great time. After some stupendous sex, Fatuma and Stephenson ate some nice Shawarma which they washed down with Pepsis and Beers. Casual sex between close friends is a wonderful thing. Absolutely no need to make it more complicated.
"Good times," Stephenson thought to himself as he remembered his wild sexual escapades with Fatuma the Djiboutian Muslim lady. He hadn't seen her in ages but had fond memories of her. As Stephenson made his way to downtown Ottawa to run a few errands, he smiled at the madness and chaos that is his life. The world hates bisexual men, especially the ones of African descent. Stephenson does his own thing and doesn't care what LGBT society or Heterosexual society thinks of him. Sex is sex. Don't get it twisted.
Sometimes, though, certain events do give Stephenson pause. The big and tall Haitian stud is a magnet for craziness, that's for damned sure. Stephenson likes South Asian women, which is hard to get, and he prefers to avoid shady South Asian dudes, many of whom are closeted queers and tend to chase him. This would be way funnier if it were happening to someone else. Too bad Stephenson can't mix and match his options and interests, eh?
"Hello Stephen," Pooja said, as he walked in to load up his credit card, or send some money to relatives on the often maligned Island of Haiti. Over the years, Stephenson and Pooja have gotten friendly, albeit without crossing a certain line. Stephenson has plenty of ladies and fellas to keep his mind occupied, so Pooja being reticent is no great loss. When it comes to the sexual menu, Stephenson has a huge appetite, and any ladies or fellas who give him too much bullshit tend to fall by the wayside. At least, that's Stephenson's usual pattern...
"Nice to see you always, Miss Pooja," Stephenson said, admiring the lovely young woman but playing it safe. In the Age of Gender Politics, a man has to be careful when dealing with women in business settings. In Stephenson's mind, any man should be able to approach any woman and proposition her, but if she rejects his advances, he must respect that and move on. A real player doesn't harass women or become a creep. A real player hollers at the ladies, moves past the ones who aren't feeling him and goes for the ones who want to connect with him. That's how real players do it in Black communities around the world...
"Hmm, you're dressed fine, Stephenson, got a new lady in your sights?" Pooja remarked, and Stephenson looked at his outfit and smiled. With his red silk shirt, Black dress pants and Black Timberland boots, he looked like he was working in an office setting. The call center where Stephenson currently works doesn't really have a dress code. Some folks wear suits, others wear jeans and T-shirts. Management doesn't seem to care either way as long as the work itself gets done.
