Looking into the eyes of the Hijab-wearing Somali chick lying nearly naked on my basement table, I smiled with smug satisfaction. You're my bitch now Sagalina, I said smugly. The young black woman whimpered softly, and begged me to release her. Keep whining and I will gag you again, I smirked. Sagalina's eyes widened and she went silent, for she knew that I meant business. With my dildo embedded in her asshole and my fist deep inside her cunt, I had Little Miss Muslim right where I wanted her. The name is Christina Armando Vallejo and I approve this message.
For as long as I can remember I've always loved black girls. Don't ask me why. Attraction is attraction, what can I say? I totally get the nature of attraction. I am one hot mama and I know it. I stand five feet eleven inches tall while barefoot, with dark bronze skin, curly black hair and pale brown eyes. A lot of people mistake me for Puerto Rican or Moroccan, depending on the days and who's looking. I almost always correct them. I was born in the Dominican Republic, to a Haitian mother and Hispanic father. I consider myself biracial, and I am proud of my Afro-Caribbean and Latin roots.
My family and I moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in the summer of 1999. We've been here ever since. My father, Ernesto Vallejo is a deliveryman for UPS and my mother, Marie Jeanne Lemieux-Vallejo is a nurse at Ottawa's General Hospital. I have a younger brother, Guillermo, who studies business at Algonquin College. We're a family of hard-working immigrants living in Canada's Capital region, trying our best in a fascinating and sometimes hostile world. Nothing in life is ever easy and my family and I are after the North American Dream. Even though my parents are somewhat conservative Christians, they're okay with my being a lesbian. How cool is that? They just want me to be happy!