What's a gal to do to land the man of her dreams? Always have a game plan. My name is Larissa Yasimoto, and I'm a young woman with a story to share with you. The lengths to which I went to seduce Ali Hussein, a pious Somali-Canadian Muslim stud and university student, and turned him into the sexual cyclone that continues to delight me. Beware of us Asian girls, we know how to ensnare any man!
Before we go any further, I just thought I'd let you know some basic facts. I was born in the City of Vancouver, British Columbia, to a Greek immigrant mother, Mala Stravopoulos, and a Japanese-Canadian father, James Yasimoto. The life of a second-generation immigrant in Canada isn't easy, but it's alright because I know how to make my own fun. Even in a lame-ass spot like the City of Ottawa, Ontario.
Look, I was born in the City of Vancouver, B.C. which is officially one of Canada's largest cities, and I honestly wonder why the City of Ottawa is our capital. It's small, dull and boring. There are so many better towns and cities across the vastness of Canada, I am not even kidding. Beside my native Vancouver, my favorite locale in Canada is Calgary, birthplace of the gentleman whom I consider the love of my life.
These days, I'm at Carleton University, where I'm studying civil engineering. At this racially diverse school, I still find myself feeling like a fish out of water. A lot of mixed-race people have that same experience. I don't define myself as being "more" Japanese or "more" Greek, I am only me. The short, bronze-skinned, chubby and dark-haired gal with the Eurasian features. If you don't like me, you can kiss my fat ass!
I made a lot of friends at my new school, mainly because of my friend Samira Hussein, a Somali chick I met in my Intro to Engineering Class. Samira was born and raised in Calgary, Alberta, and she's fairly new to the City of Ottawa. In a way, we were both strangers to the nation's capital, and it's part of the reason why we bonded.
Samira Hussein and I hit it off, and since she's a social butterfly, I met a lot of people through her. What an odd pair we made. The tall, Hijab-wearing brown chick from Somalia and the short broad from B.C. We became the best of friends, constantly together, like nobody's business.
Samira Hussein introduced me to her cousin Ali, a tall, fine-looking Somali dude who's studying criminology at the University of Ottawa. Ali is taking a couple of courses at Carleton University, and since he was prone to getting lost on campus, I volunteered to be his guide. I wanted to get a taste of Ali's sexy chocolate goodness, and I would do anything to get it. Of course, I had to be careful because Samira Hussein didn't want her precious Muslim cousin to be "corrupted" by the likes of me.
