Somali Muslim Lesbian Loving

"Babe, I don't care how fabulous Salvador City is, no disrespect to the people of Brazil but I bet none of your malls come close to the Toronto Eaton Center," Shadya said to her girlfriend Selena Texeira as they walked around the world famous mega-mall together. Located in downtown Toronto, Ontario, the Eaton Center dwarfed most malls that Selena had ever seen, this much the young Brazilian woman could readily admit.

The multi-level Eaton Center seemed more like a small town than anything else to Selena's cool, careful appraising gaze. The place was packed with people of all hues, reflecting the City of Toronto's racial diversity. This was after all the city that birthed the biracial artist and actor known as Drake, one of Selena's favorite celebrities. Selena, the daughter of an interracial couple, could identify with a lot of the themes in Drake's work...

"Careful, babe, you're triggering my inner shopaholic," Selena replied, playfully smacking Shadya's leather-clad bum. Today, as they walked around the mall hand in hand, they were all dolled up, but couldn't look more different. Selena wore a stylish summer dress, and her long dark hair was tousled, and her makeup on point. A tall, exotically beautiful model, that's how she looked.

Shadya on the other hand wore her trademark black leather jacket over a green tank top, black leather pants and black leather boots. Her short, curly dark hair was glistening thanks to the hair gel that Selena insisted on smearing all over it. The things I do for love, Shadya thought as she carried Selena's shopping bag. Today, Selena, the self-styled originator of Tomboy Hotness was in femme mode, complete with diva behavior.

"Yeah, whatever," Shadya replied, and Selena smiled at her, knowing that she secretly loved shopping. A lot of butches, a category of human to which Shadya belonged, would deny having a feminine side, but Selena countered that both butch and femme could coexist within the same woman. Shadya, who remembered Selena dominating the hell out of her in bed, could definitely concur...

"Don't whatever me sweetie, I've seen the way you looked at those pink panties at Victoria's Secret, butch swag my ass, keep sassing me and I'll buy you a pair and throw away those boxer shorts you like so much," Selena said, flashing Shadya a smile a shark would recognize. Shadya repressed a shudder at the thought of being forced to wear such feminine items. She'd rather walk around Bay Street naked instead of doing that shit...

"What, afraid I might fill them out better than you can? I've got way more booty than you, Miss Brazil," Shadya countered, and Selena blinked in surprise. Shadya smiled, drinking in the look of shock on Selena's beautiful face. Like a lot of "in-between" gals, those who bounced between being super girly and super tomboyish, or butch, whatever, Selena Texeira thought of herself as the beauty on duty. Shadya, who'd seen fellow butches win beauty contests against overconfident femmes, had other ideas...

"You did not just say that," Selena replied, and she slapped Shadya's ass, hard. There was none of the playfulness in that gesture this time. Shadya flinched and looked into Selena's eyes, seeing a steely glint in those orbs. At the same time, Shadya was aware of passersby looking at them. Smiling, Shadya pulled Selena into her arms and kissed her ear gently, before imparting some words of wisdom.

"Selena, if you do that shit again, I will do things to your beautiful ass which you will not enjoy," Shadya whispered, and Selena looked into Shadya's eyes and smiled like a woman who knew that she had the upper hand. Shadya nodded firmly, for she meant every word. Selena nodded as well, then did something completely unexpected. Selena did the double-butt grab, a move which she knew Shadya could not resist...

"Promises, promises," Selena said, laughing, and then she let go of Shadya's ass, grabbed hand and dragged her into yet another store. Shadya was suddenly reminded of families who shop with their sons and daughters and get dragged by them into certain stores full of toys and video games. Selena was dragging Shadya into yet another clothing store, this one was filled with men's apparel...

"Well, you look different," Shadya said to Selena, half an hour later. Using the brand-new Mastercard that her father, Caesar Texeira, gave her a few days ago, Selena purchased a dark gray vest, men's style of course, blue silk shirt, black tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. As for her long hair, she tucked it under an old-fashioned ebony fedora had which she bought at the same store. Just like that, Selena made five hundred dollars vanish in minutes...

"Now we match, tomboy for tomboy, butch for butch," Selena said, firmly clasping Shadya's hand in hers. Shadya grinned and admired Selena, who cut a dashing figure in men's apparel. Being tall, and curvy, yet tomboyish was definitely an undeniably sexy look. Few women could pull it off. Selena reminded Shadya of the singer Alicia Keys in her tomboy/wife-beater shirt/cornrows days. Selena is like a Brazilian version of Alicia Keys but with more ass, Shadya thought, amazed.

"Selena, you're beautiful, or handsome, whatever," Shadya said, and she took her rather dapper lover's hand and brought it to her lips. Selena grinned, tickled pink by this chivalrous gesture on Shadya's part. People walking by gawked at them, this extravagant lesbian couple, and neither woman gave a damn. Hand in hand, they continued walking around the ever-busy Eaton Center.

"Let me have that, cutie," Selena said, taking half of her shopping bags, which contained the summer dress, underwear and shoes she'd been wearing earlier, much to Shadya's relief. Shadya's hand had been growing numb carrying all that gear. When she sighed in relief, Selena patted her derriere with her free hand, and the leatherwoman actually smiled.

"Selena, my insane, bossy, half-butch, half-femme, tender and bittersweet tart, I think I'm falling in love with you," Shadya said, and the words kind of caught in her throat. Selena looked at her, and a faint smile crept into her face. In her entire lifetime, the only people who'd expressed love for her publicly like that were her beloved parents, Caesar Texeira and Elisabeth Sweeney-Texeira. Jamila Ahmed, Selena's ex did have strong feelings for her, but was too afraid of being exposed as a Somali Muslim lesbian to pursue their relationship outside of Brazil...

"I love you too, Shadya, you shady, boyish, leather-obsessed slut, now come here," Selena said, laughing, and then she dropped her shopping bags, took Shadya's face in her hands and kissed her. The two young women headed to the food court, grabbed some Chinese food and left the mall shortly after, taking an Uber home, back to Shadya's apartment. Once there, they didn't do a whole lot of talking...

"Got a surprise for you," Shadya said to Selena, who lay naked on her bed, eagerly waiting for her. Selena was horny as can be, and was rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching her erect nipples with the other. Shadya had to piss, so she went straight to the washroom. When she came out, however, Selena got one hell of a surprise...

"Oh my," Selena said, gasping as Shadya came toward her, clad in a Hijab, long-sleeved shirt, and traditional long dress. Selena's heart skipped a beat, for she couldn't believe how beautiful Shadya looked in traditional Islamic feminine attire. She'd known that Shadya was from a Muslim background the night they met at the bar, but she'd never seen Shadya wear anything other than masculine attire. This is one hell of a treat, Selena thought, amazed.

"Leather-clad butch woman or Hijab-wearing traditional Muslim sister, you are in luck, Selena, you got yourself a woman who can do both," Shadya said, smiling, hands on her hips. Selena grinned and rose from the bed, and Shadya went into her arms. Passionately they kissed, and then tumbled on the bed. Selena's eager hands roamed all over Shadya, not believing that such a beautiful, unique woman was truly hers...

"You are mine, Shadya, and I love you and only you," Selena said, and Shadya grinned as her lover hastily undressed her. Off came the Hijab and the long traditional Islamic dress. Shadya wasn't wearing any bra or panties underneath, much to Selena's sheer delight. Selena feasted her eyes on Shadya's beautiful, curvy and sexy body. The two young women smiled as they began exploring one another, as if for the first time...

"Make love to me, beloved," Shadya whispered, and Selena did just that. Shadya closed her eyes as Selena ate her out, teasing her clitoris with her tongue, and fingering her pussy. Shadya, who'd long had a problem with being touched down below by her female lovers, found that she could happily open up to her dear Selena. Selena rose from between Shadya's legs and kissed her, allowing the other woman to taste herself on her lips.

"No more limits, Shadya, my body is yours and your body is mine," Selena paused to say, and Shadya nodded, a bit nervous about such raw, powerful intimacy. Selena is my chosen one and we belong together, Shadya silently reminded herself as they continued with their fun. Later, Selena got on all fours and Shadya donned a strap-on dildo and fucked her. This was a new experience for them, but they were ready to cross that line...

"Don't hold back," Shadya said to Selena as she fucked her gorgeous, passionate lover. Face down and ass up, Shadya moaned softly, welcoming the thrusts of Shadya's dildo as her lover fucked her. Holding one of Selena's hands behind her back with one hand and pulling her long, curly dark hair with the other, Shadya bucked her hips and slammed the dildo into her. Selena's moans of pleasure mingled with Shadya's passionate screams as they fucked and sucked the night away...

"Babe, thank you, that was fantastic," Selena said to Shadya, as they lay in bed together, pleasurably sore, a few hours later. The two of them lay there, enjoying the Chinese food they'd bought at the Eaton Center food court earlier, and watching the hit series American Horror Story. There was nothing else on, TV-wise, well, nothing worth watching anyways as far as these two were concerned.

"To many more days like this one," Shadya said, gently kissing Selena on the forehead. Selena Texeira was thrilled to discover that, among other things that she and her beloved Shadya had in common, they shared a love of mixed martial arts, extremely violent action movies and blood-soaked horror flicks. Blade, Poltergeist, Dracula, Wish Master, Tales From The Hood, Reanimator, American Psycho, Chucky, Supernatural, The Devil's Advocate, Howling, Candy Man, Hood of Horror, The Prophecy and Hellraiser, that's the sort of DVDs that sat on their shelf.

Neither Selena nor Shadya had any interest in the romantic movie crap that normal, sensible young women were apparently supposed to be into. They ate Chinese food, drank beer and laughed their cheerfully disturbed asses off while watching psychopaths, mad scientists, devils and movie monsters slaughter people who were too stupid to be allowed to live. After that, they fucked some more. Finally found someone just like me, Selena thought happily as she fell asleep in Shadya's arms.