Nadia Al-Nasser moaned deeply as I worked my fist into her asshole. At last, I had the tall, sexy Lebanese cutie right where I wanted her. Naked on my bed, her curvaceous body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her thighs spread wide open and her hairy cunt staring at me. As tempting as her sweet pussy was, it's her ass that interested me the most. I've been dreaming about that ass for ages. My name is Amina Abdullah and I'm a booty-loving and totally freaky bisexual Somali Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario.
Go slow, Nadia pleaded with me as my fist filled her asshole. I felt such warmth and tightness around my hand. There's nothing quite as intimate as anal fisting, ladies and gentlemen. I highly recommend it regardless of your race, gender or sexual orientation. I discovered anal sex at the age of eighteen with my former boyfriend Ali Osman, a Somali brother I met while visiting my aunt Fatouma in the City of Edmonton, Alberta.
From the first time Ali Osman worked his long and thick Somali cock up my tight yet well-lubricated asshole, I've been addicted to butt fucking. All kinds of anal sex turn me on, to tell you the truth. Hell, I even gave Ali a taste of his own medicine by fucking him up his ass with a strap-on dildo I bought. I made him squeal real loud as I bent him over the couch and stuffed his ass with my strap-on like a thanksgiving turkey.
Yeah, I had some good times with the fellas during that memorable summer in Alberta. My former boyfriend Ali was a real screamer and I like that in a man. Not only did I fuck his ass with the strap-on dildo, but I later fisted him. That's an experience he'll never forget. I am a freaky mama. This always surprises people because as a five-foot-four, 120-pound, brown-skinned, dark-eyed and hijab-wearing Somali chick, I'm presumed to be a prude. Ha!
These days, I'm more into girls. Ali is long gone, and Nadia is my plaything these days. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, bronze-skinned and raven-haired Lebanese Canadian cutie caught my eye while I was walking through the University Center at Carleton University one fine day in June 2014. From the moment our eyes met, I knew that Nadia Al-Nasser was my kind of woman. You see, I am a bisexual woman and I can totally sense it when another woman is a lesbian or at least bisexual. It's an innate gift that many gay and bisexual individuals possess.
I approached Nadia, after discretely following her from the University Center to the third floor of the school Library. There, sitting at a computer, without a care in the world, Nadia seemed the picture of innocence, listening to music on YouTube while I scoped her out. Newsflash, lots of girls who like girls are a bit on the stalker side. The other day, I followed around a big-bottomed Jamaican mama whom I spotted inside the Loblaw's at South Keys. I was quite fascinated by her curves and big round ass. Imagine my disappointment when I saw her walk up to a big black dude and kiss him on the lips. The Jamaican mama was totally straight, much to my disappointment. Oh, well. Plenty of fish in the sea, eh?
Anyhow, I plopped down on the seat next to Nadia and pretended to have difficulties with my computer, being a new student and all. Like the helpful soul that she was, Nadia volunteered to help me. We struck a conversation and by the end of it, I had Nadia's cell phone number and added her on Facebook as a friend. And that's how I met Nadia Al-Nasser, ladies and gentlemen. As it turns out, Nadia was a newcomer to Carleton University by way of Baalbek, somewhere in the Republic of Lebanon. The big-booty Lebanese cutie was sinfully sexy and didn't seem to know it. Still, I instinctively knew that a world of passion lurked beneath the surface of her golden brown eyes.
