What's up, ladies and gentlemen? Tonight, I'm introducing my girlfriend Fatima Hafiz to the joys of lesbianism. The first time I laid eyes upon this short, plump and busty, hijab-wearing Arab chick while walking through the Carleton University Center in Ottawa, I knew she'd be an easy mark. As a lesbian, I know how to spot my own kind. It's an innate thing. Doesn't matter your race, your culture or religion. If you're a woman who likes women and your eyes meet mine, I'm going to know what you are. I've played with a lot of girls here in Ontario, but topping a sexy Saudi chick like Fatima was definitely the icing on the cake.
In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Samantha Johnson. I was born in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, to Jamaican immigrant parents. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, athletic and sexy, with big tits, and a nice round ass. I have long hair which I braid neatly, and I am often told that I look like women's tennis champion Serena Williams. Honestly, I'm hotter than her but whatever. Anyhow, I'm always prowling the environs of metropolitan Ottawa for some new pussy. I sleep with a lot of girls because I like variety but also because I get bored easily. I'm like Shane from that old TV show The L Word. Hey, don't hate me for being brutally honest about who I am and what I'm into, alright?
I'm a criminology major at Carleton University, and sometimes my electives overlap with those of students from other programs. Fatima Hafiz is an international student, hailing from Jeddah City, somewhere in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I've fucked a lot of girls from all over the place, and I must say I was curious about Arab women. I found myself sexually attracted to chicks I saw walking around with hijabs. My school is full of them. Muslim chicks like to pretend they're holier than thou and act like they're above the rest of us happy sinners and sluts. What a load of bullshit. I cannot stand people who are holier than thou and I like to prove to them that they're just like the rest of us. I think that's why I went after Fatima Hafiz with a vengeance. I would see her in the library and I'd purposefully sit next to her and engage her in conversation. Thus I got her cell phone number and added her on Facebook.
Fatima Hafiz barely spoke English and had very few friends. When she wasn't in class, she was in her room, either praying, reading or playing around in her computer. Sounds really interesting, doesn't it? Well, I offered her my friendship and became her guide in the City of Ottawa, a world she had yet to truly experience even though she'd been here for four months now. I showed her my favorite hangouts, from the Honest Lawyer Bar in the Byward Market Area to the Rideau Mall, the Goodlife Fitness Center downtown and of course, the National Gallery of Canada. I took her there on a Thursday afternoon since it's free and open to the public then, you know? I'm not cheap, just realistic.