Sometimes, people say that I am a lust-filled slut. Like most Butch women. Well, I say I'm not. Being a Butch woman doesn't mean I chase anything in a skirt. I chase hot women because I want to. Pure and simple. The name is Theresa McDowell. A six-foot-tall, green-eyed, blonde-haired and alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the City of Nepean, Province of Ontario. Nepean is a suburb of Ottawa. The Capital region of Canada is one of the most boring places on the planet, nothing like my native town of Galway in Ireland. Oh, well. That's why I have to make my own twisted brand of fun. Don't know what I'm talking about yet? Pretty soon you will.
Right now, I'm having some fun with the lovely Miranda Tabonye. A tall, sexy and chubby, gorgeously dark-skinned and big-bottomed Black woman from the Republic of Nigeria. She's a Professor of Engineering at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa and also a closet bisexual. Her husband, Ethiopian-born Canadian television actor and best-selling author Paul Lawrence Ahmed and the rest of their family don't know this about her. What a surprise. Another married woman who sleeps with women behind her husband's back. Wow. I'm almost completely indifferent. I just wanted a hot slut to fuck and lately, Black women have tickled my fancy. Especially sexy, big-bottomed and very dark-skinned Black women like Miranda Tabonye.
Miranda is lying in my bed while licking my sweet pussy in my tiny apartment near Baseline Station. My hands and feet are tied to the bed. I know, not exactly the position you expect a Butch Irish lesbian to be in but whatever. I am curious about sexual submission and the five-foot-nine, 200-pound and absolutely dominant African mama is exactly what the doctor ordered. She is so good at eating pussy it's almost scary. How we met is actually a funny thing. I'm taking Criminal Justice courses at nearby Algonquin College. I work as a Security Practitioner in the Carling Avenue area of Ottawa but want to work for the Ministry of Corrections someday. It pays better, or so I'm told. Miranda's daughter Astrid Ahmed is one of my classmates at Algonquin College. I'm thirty years old in a class full of students in their early twenties and Astrid Ahmed is the only person who befriended me.