What's up people? My name is Nadeeya Osman, Somali-Canadian Muslim, die-hard tomboy, proud lesbian and student-athlete residing in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The other day, I went to the City of Montreal, Quebec, for a university basketball tournament and while I was in la belle province, I had some unexpected fun with my teammate Afaf Lahoud, a Lebanese chick I've known for years.
Let's just say that Afaf Lahoud and I definitely play for the same team, in more ways than one. Also, we're the only Muslims on the women's basketball team at the university. Alright, folks, I don't mean to brag but I definitely have a way with the ladies. I prefer to go after the difficult and deeply repressed ones. That complex woman who knows she's gay but abstains from lesbian sex for religious or social reasons. I find repressed women's pussies taste better on my tongue.
Last week, I ran into Amina Khalid, a tall, brown-skinned Somali Hijabi with a seriously fat ass whom I've had my eyes on for some time. We don't run in the same circles because Amina is one of those Hijab-wearing, super-religious Muslim broads and I am definitely not of the same clique. Among Somalis in the City of Ottawa, I am considered an outcast because I'm a die-hard tomboy, only show up at Masjid when I feel like it, and I don't play by anyone's rules but my own.
Amina Khalid, the wonderfully thick Somali Hijabi turned out to be a lot of fun. I approached her as I saw her exiting the mosque, if you can believe that. Amina's got an ass so fine I couldn't resist. I brought her home for some fun, and totally turned this bitch out. Amina's pussy tasted wonderful. I don't care if a woman calls herself straight or lesbian or bisexual, nor do I care what color she is or what religion she follows, if I want that pussy I will find a way to get it.
Amina Khalid was a lot of fun, but I am the lesbian version of a "player" and I wasn't about to go on a pussy hunger strike while in Montreal. That's why I put the moves on Afaf Lahoud, a fine-looking Arab broad who's been making doe eyes at me for some time. Like a lot of Somali lesbians, I find Arab lesbians attractive, but I prefer a challenge instead of a lovesick broad who's begging me to take the cookie.
Still, I was far from the City of Ottawa, my old stomping grounds, and I didn't know of any lesbian bars or nightclubs in Montreal. What do I mean by that? Oh, simply that beggars cannot be choosers. So when Afaf came to me, I welcomed the lovelorn Arab chick to my hotel room, and had myself some fun. Just what I needed to get Amina Khalid out of my system, folks.