2 comments/ 6701 views/ 1 favorites Somali Lesbians Of Ottawa By: Samuelx Never make assumptions about the lives of people you don't know. My name is Hagarla Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. On September 13, 2013, I turned twenty two. I study accounting at Carleton University and hope to work in finance or banking someday. As a pious, Hijab-wearing East African Muslim female immigrant in the Capital region of Canada, I'm used to people judging me before getting to know me. I'm more than I seem. I'm a university student, a community volunteer, an aspiring businesswoman and also an out and proud bisexual woman. I just wish they'd remember that I'm a human being first and foremost, and that there's more to me than my gender, my religion and all facets of me which mark me as the cultural other. The other day, while walking through the Rideau Shopping Center, I was accosted by a middle-aged white woman who told me to go back where I came from. I told the old bitch to get out of my face lest she get smacked. You should have seen the look on her face, seriously. People always assume that Hijab-wearing Muslim chicks like me are soft and sweet. As if! The defiance in my eyes startled the old bat and she walked away, stunned. The old days are over, lady. People like me don't bow to people like you anymore. Get used to it. Beat it bitch, I told her. Briefly she turned and looked at me, bit her lip and then she walked away for good. I stood there, hands on my hips, feeling pretty good. Then I walked away with a profound sense of satisfaction. When you're a person of color, it always feels good to stand up to racist white people who think the world belongs to them. It's the twenty-first century yet they're still walking around with that sense of entitlement. Ha! God didn't make the African, the Arab or the various other races of men inferior to the White man. So get over yourselves already, Team Europa! My parents, Akbar and Fowsio Osman left the town of Mogadishu, Somalia, for Ontario, Canada in 1999. We settled in Ottawa and have been here ever since. I love my parents but we've got very different mindsets. I'm fairly liberal and they're deeply conservative. I embraced Canada and all that it has to offer. The place has never truly felt like home though it was far better than what we left behind. I never thought anyone from this side of the world could understand me or love me for who I am. Until I met Kimberly Kellerman, a young white woman from the town of Toronto, Ontario. Kimberly grew up in a predominantly Somali area of the GTA and to my immense surprise, this five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed Caucasian gal actually spoke my native language! Kimberly and I bonded during my freshman year at Carleton and became fast friends. We were never more than that until something happened. I had a crush on this tall, cute Somali guy named Ali Bashir and we were starting to go out. He dumped me for a plump Asian chick named Lin something or other and I was heartbroken. Distraught, I turned to Kimberly, and my best friend was there for me. That night, in her dorm, we made love for the first time. It was an event that profoundly changed our friendship and indeed changed my life. I've never thought about a female sexually before Kimberly and I made love that night. I considered myself totally straight but now had to reckon with the fact that I might be bisexual or even lesbian. Kimberly told me she slept with both girls and guys. I had no idea that she was bisexual. She told me she kept her sexual orientation secret from me because she thought I would disapprove, since I'm Muslim and all. I wish people would stop making assumptions about me because of my religion. There are gays and lesbians in the Muslim world just like everywhere else. I told Kimberly that I respected her life choices, and found her beautiful. Grinning, she pulled me close and kissed me. Kimberly and I have a lot of fun together, in and out of the bedroom. I'm five-foot-four, chubby and curvy, with big tits and a big round butt. My skin is coconut brown. Most people don't find me physically intimidating. Yet I can be very dominant. Kimberly absolutely loves that about me. My tall, athletic blonde girlfriend is very submissive in the bedroom and I love to dominate her. Sometimes I just grab her and smack her face, spit in her mouth and force her on her knees. Spreading my legs after hiking up my long skirt, I make her lick my pussy. Say Somali pussy is the best, I bark at Kimberly as she's going down on me. Nodding, she does just that before resuming her tongue work on my cunt. I like to tie Kimberly up and make her feel completely helpless. I find it incredibly sexy to do that to such a tall, strongly built young female athlete. My Teutonic slave whore, that's what I call Kimberly sometimes. I like to pinch her nipples, gently bit on her clitoris and also insert dildos and butt plugs in her tight asshole. For a white chick, Kimberly's got a nice, big ass. I like to spank her with my bare hands and leave nice red marks on her pale ass. My favorite thing to do is to insert my whole fist in Kimberly's pussy while also shoving a butt plug into her asshole. That drives my Teutonic slut over the edge and she howls in pain and pleasure like a woman possessed. After tormenting Kimberly sexually and totally dominating and abusing her, I kiss her gently and she hugs me fiercely. We love each other, you see. When we're out together, sometimes we kiss and hold hands. People tend to stare because we make for one awkward and unusual pair. A tall, blonde-haired and muscular, athletic white female who wears a Crucifix holding hands with a short, round and dark-skinned, Hijab-wearing Muslim chick. Definitely not the sort of pairing you see every day, that's for damn sure. So what if she's white and Christian and I'm black and Muslim? We're just two women in love. Leave us be. Only God can judge me, and I don't believe the Creator hates me for being what I am. I didn't choose to be this way. I simply am what I am. Peace. Somali Lesbians Of Ottawa Rule! Is there anything sweeter than a submissive turning the tables on her own dominatrix? That's the question I asked myself as my lover/submissive Kimberly Kellerman dominated the shit out of me. You're my bitch now, the tall, sexy blonde chick from Toronto taunted me as she worked her fist into my pussy as her butt plug went deeper into my asshole. My name is Hagarla Osman, and I'm a twenty-two-year-old bisexual Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. This is my true story of getting dominated by the woman I love. We're having some fun in the bedroom of the apartment we share on Bronson Avenue, not far from the Carleton University campus which we both attend. Fuck me harder, I begged Kimberly. My favorite tall blonde smirked and left the butt plug embedded in my asshole and her fist lodged up my cunt. As you wish, she said in an icy tone. Leaning forward, she gently kissed me. I love you babe, she told me. I smiled contentedly, and next thing I knew she was smacking my face with all of her might. She smacked me so hard that I saw stars. Ouch, I yelped. I totally wasn't expecting that! Kimberly laughed and continued filling my holes as I squirmed on the bed. The bitch had me bound by my ankles and wrists, and I could do nothing. The woman I once called my Teutonic whore had me completely in her power. And I loved it! I'm only five-foot-four but my curvy, round little body can take a lot of punishment. In the early days of our relationship I was the dominant one, totally getting off on dominating a tall, strong and athletic blonde chick like Kimberly Kellerman. I've gotten curious about what it would be like, to be on the receiving end of domination for a change. Since Kimberly was totally submissive to me, I didn't think she had it in her to dominate me. Now look at me! Kimberly licked my tits and pinched my nipples, twisting her fist this way and that inside my cunt as I squirmed on the bed, my naked body covered in sweat. Well, I was almost completely naked. My panties were at my ankles and I still had my Hijab on but I was otherwise nude. Please let me cum mistress, I begged Kimberly. My favorite sexy blonde shook her head, and continued fisting me while thrusting the butt plug deeper into my asshole. The sensation of being filled in both my holes was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, that's for bloody sure. Kimberly locked eyes with me and in that moment I didn't recognize her. Those eyes of hers which I once found so warm and inviting were like ice cubes. She was...scary. I've been wanting to make you my bitch for a long time you Somali slut, Kimberly said. Grabbing me, she flipped me on my back and smacked my big round ass. I yelped, and she laughed. Without mercy she began smacking my ass, hard. Those hands of hers which I found so gentle now spanked my ass so damn hard that I began moaning and whimpering. I breathed a sigh of relief as Kimberly pulled the butt plug from my asshole. Laughing, she told me my ass dirtied my butt plug and for that she would make me pay. I shuddered just thinking about what she had in mind. When Kimberly pulled her fist out of my vagina, I felt immensely relieved. This bitch had been tormenting my holes for a while now! Without a word, she stopped everything. I looked up, and saw her get up from the bed and leave the room. I waited anxiously for her return, silently praying that she wouldn't unleash worse sensual horrors upon me. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. Kimberly Kellerman returned to the bedroom wearing a strap-on dildo and carrying a big pot of Salsa Picante. The Mexican hot sauce. I looked at her, puzzled. I want you to dance for me and this will help, Kimberly said wickedly. Then she began dipping the strap-on dildo in hot sauce. Please no, I begged. Shaking her head, Kimberly told me to stop being a little bitch. I squirmed and struggled in my bonds as Kimberly came back towards me, with the strap-on cock dipped in hot sauce swinging between her long, sexy athletic legs. I beg you not to do this to me, I whimpered, all pride gone now. Nope, Kimberly said sarcastically. Then she grabbed me, overpowered me like the strong athletic woman she was and forcing my thighs open. With a powerful thrust she slammed the dildo into my pussy. I felt the plastic cock go inside my cunt, and the hot sauce filled my vagina. It was like having liquid fire coursing through me. I howled like a madwoman, and struggled to escape. Kimberly held me firmly in place and fucked me with deep, powerful strokes. I struggled in Kimberly's grasp as she completely dominated me, fucking my cunt with her Salsa-covered dildo. I screamed, cried and wept as she totally wrecked my body, biting into my nipples, and even fingering my asshole while fucking me. It got so bad that I lost control of my body, farting loudly and even pissing all over myself. All of these things wryly amused Kimberly, who laughed out loud, smacked my face and called me a Somali whore and a worthless slut. Finally I broke, overwhelmed by it all, and begged for mercy. Only then did Kimberly pull the dildo out of my cunt, and remove her finger from my asshole. I lay there, weeping and shuddering. Kimberly pulled me into her arms and wiped away all of my tears. Then she kissed me passionately and told me she loved me. That experience changed my life, folks. I love my sweetie Kimberly Kellerman to death. I can't get enough of this woman! Our relationship is still going strong, and we're happy together. I'm now the submissive and she's the dominatrix. Try as I might, I can't forget the amazing sensations I felt as she tormented my body like she did that time. I like it when my tall, bossy Teutonic mistress smacks my thick Somali booty and has her way with me. Sometimes I top her because we get bored and like to be different sometimes but mainly, it's her dominating me in the bedroom. Why? Simply because I like it like that!