0 comments/ 30211 views/ 1 favorites Butch Black Women By: Samuelx We've all got secrets. And why shouldn't we? It's part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you're a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint Joseph Academy, a private Catholic school in the Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa. I'm in my early forties, supposedly happily married to a handsome Black man named Joel Jean, who works as a police officer in downtown Ottawa. We are the proud parents of James, Elisabeth and Benjamin Jean. They're all students at Carleton University these days. Yeah, life is okay for us. At least that's what I tell myself. However, it's all a front. The truth is that I haven't been satisfied in my marriage for a long time. My husband Armand and I no longer have any passion or chemistry between us. Honestly, I think we stay together because of the bills and for the sake of appearances. My sex drive is too much for him, I guess. He can't keep up with me. Or maybe I am just a slut, pure and simple. I don't know. All I know is that I'm not getting what I need from my husband. We don't spend much time together anymore. And I like to have my fun. I like the human body and its infinite varieties. And I like sex, too. Male or female, Black and White, it doesn't matter as long as they are hot. It's something I hide from my family and friends. Appearances must be maintained, you understand. Sometimes I wonder what my family and friends would say if they knew that I liked women. I am a member of the choir at the Abundant Life Temple of Ottawa. The Pastor of the church, Dr. Jarvis Saint Mathieu is a Haitian man I knew from my days at the University of Toronto. A charming guy who majored in Theology. His wife Mildred Altidor is a tall, light-skinned and short-haired Haitian woman originally from the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. She works as a dentist at the Place De Ville. I can't stand that bitch or her uptight sons Ricardo and Wilson but her husband Jarvis is a nice man. There are a lot of people I can't stand at the Abundant Life church but I go there with my family anyway. I like to be surrounded by my own people at least once a week. If you lived in the lily-white and uptight, bigoted city of Ottawa you'd understand. Abundant Life Temple is a nice enough place. It's an Adventist Church so we go on Saturday mornings. We've got about three hundred people in the congregation and eighty nine percent of us are Haitians. The rest are Africans, along with a few Asians and some white folks who keep coming in with weird smiles and even weirder questions. When I was a student at the University of Toronto, I lived a very different life. My parents and I lived in the suburb of Ajax and it was a quiet town. I couldn't stand it. So I would go to downtown Toronto for a good time. I met sexy young women and men from all over. Africans, Arabs, Asians and Hispanics. Toronto attracted all kinds of people from the immigrant populations of Ontario. I met a very cute gal named Nancy Driscoll. She was half Irish and half Black. A tall, leggy gal with light brown skin, long Black hair and pale green eyes. We had a lot of fun together. Just two young women exploring their sexuality. Nancy knew how to rock my world. We had our fun on the down low for years. Then she got married to a Jamaican businessman named Tyrone Johnson and they moved to Halifax. Last I heard, they were the proud parents of six brats. I guess she went normal on me. I swore to myself that I wouldn't end up one of those women who married for convenience and kept female lovers on the side. Yet that's exactly what happened to me. After Nancy Driscoll left, I was depressed. I hooked up with guys and girls in the bars and clubs to dull the pain and loneliness I felt. During that phase, I met this Haitian guy named Armand Jean. He was studying Criminal Justice at Carleton University and aspired to work for either the Royal Canadian Mounted Police or the Ottawa Police Service. He was cute and friendly. We hooked up and he actually got me pregnant. I panicked, because I thought my life was over. Armand told me he cared about me and wanted to be there for me. Eleven months ago, I accepted his marriage proposal. Fast forward twenty years, and we're living in the suburbs. I earned my degree from the University of Toronto and became a teacher. Armand is now a sergeant with the Ottawa Police Service. We own the duplex we live in. In the eyes of the world, we're doing good. I'm what I always dreaded becoming. A married woman whose family and friends don't know she's really into women. For the past six months, I've been carrying on an affair with this Haitian gal named Adele Grains. A five-foot-nine, plump, short-haired and big-bottomed, pleasantly Butch-looking Black woman whom I find quite interesting most of the time but wickedly fun after hours. Adele is married to a wealthy architect named Raul Ramos, who's Brazilian, I think. She holds a business degree from the University of Ottawa and now works as a Fact Checker for the Ottawa Sun, the daily newspaper of the capital. We don't have a lot in common, at least not in the eyes of the world. Adele's daughter Ramona is one of the players on the Saint Joseph Academy women's Rugby team, which I coach. I used to play Rugby for the University of Toronto back in the day. I like coaching Rugby and teaching young women the many lessons one learns about oneself through sports. Saint Joseph Academy is the most diverse private school in the entire city of Ottawa, with forty six percent of its students identifying as visible minorities. For those of you who don't speak elitist Canadian, visible minority means non-White person living in the Confederation of Canada. That's what the supposedly open-minded and multicultural White Canadians call those of us who are descended from Arabs, Africans, Asians, Hispanics or Aboriginal peoples. Such a nice term they've got to describe us, eh? Needless to say, I'm not in love with that terminology. Welcome to life in Canada. Anyway, I met Adele at a Rugby game and I guess we clicked. She asked me out to a coffee date so we could talk about her daughter's performance on the Rugby team. Little did I know that she was more interested in me. Adele is bisexual and her husband Raul is completely unaware of it. Just like my husband Armand has no idea that I've been sleeping with women throughout our marriage. Adele and I have these little get-togethers when nobody else is around. You'd be surprised how many married women lead secret lives. The kind of secret lives that would stun their husbands and families. I don't feel guilty about what I do. I need something my husband can't give me. I'm not hurting anybody. I'm just having some fun, that's all. I like these fun little hook-ups with Adele. I need to feel a woman's lips against my own, and a woman's hands on my body. I need it every once in a while. Otherwise I might go crazy. Adele is a lot of fun. She's got a nice body on her. I tell her this every time we get our freak on. I love to lie down on the couch while she sucks on my toes and fingers my pussy. Adele has a foot fetish. She loves tall Black women with long legs. Well, I'm cool with that. And she is really good at licking and fingering my pussy. Adele is the reason why I shave my pussy at least once a week. My husband Armand doesn't care. He's banging a blonde-haired fat white chick named Denise, the wife of a police buddy of his. We both pretend I don't know about it. As long as Armand is discreet, I don't care who he fucks. We haven't had sex since George W. Bush was in the White House! Adele is the person I turn to for sexual satisfaction. And my favourite Haitian diva definitely does not disappoint. She is a real rough rider who sometimes ties me up on her bed and fists my cunt. I scream loud enough to wake the dead when she does me like this. It's amazingly intense. Sometimes, she ties up my breasts and smacks them really hard. Adele introduced me to the joys of fisting. She also loves to spank my big butt and occasionally leaves bluish marks on the dark brown skin of my round heart-shaped buttocks. I don't mind the marks. Just like I don't mind the soreness after she's fisted my cunt seven ways to Sunday. It's worth it. Occasionally, Adele brings her toys into the bedroom and I love it. When she wears the strap-on dildo, my favourite diva looks dangerously sexy. I love giving her head while on my knees. Adele loves it when I suck her strap-on dildo. Afterwards, she puts me on all fours and fucks me doggy-style while smacking my ass. I love it when she slams her dildo deep into my cunt. It feels so fucking good. Adele is a freaky mama and I never know what she's doing to do. One time, she was licking my pussy when she suddenly shoved two fingers up my ass. Talk about surprising. I gasped in shock. Adele just smiled and continued fingering my ass. It was a bit strange but I liked it. I am no stranger to anal play. Adele and I have thoroughly explored this neglected fetish of mine. She loves to lubricate my ass with lotion before gently sliding dildos and fingers up my butt hole. I like getting it in the ass. Especially when Adele wears the strap-on dildo and plunges it up my booty. Who says Black women don't like anal sex? Many of us do. And my Adele knows exactly how it's done. I always have fun with her. After our fun hook-ups, sometimes we go shopping. Adele's hubby and family know that we're friends. They just don't know the extent of our unique friendship. Lately, Adele has been taking her family to Abundant Life Temple. That means we get to spend more time together. I wish we could be together always. Sadly, I know it's not meant to be. I won't even seriously entertain the idea. It's just sometimes I like to fantasize about, that's all. Adele's life with her hubby and daughter matters too much for her to jeopardize. And as much as I hate to admit it, I've grown semi-comfortable with my life in the suburbs. It's not perfect but it's all I've got. Can two queer Haitian women live together and love one another in Canada? That would really be something. Would my life have turned out different if Adele and I had met twenty years ago? Maybe. Maybe not. I guess we'll never know. Butch Black Women Ch. 02 Hey, there. My name is Joanna Jacques. I am a five-foot-ten, chubby and big-bottomed, dark-skinned young Black woman of Haitian descent. These days, I’m living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am also openly queer. I attend Carleton University and live in the Vanier area. My neighbours are mostly Africans, Asians and Arabs. Vanier is a small town near Ottawa which has long been a haven for immigrant families seeking a place of their own within the lily-White world of the Canadian capital. I fit right in here. The life of a Butch Black woman in Canada isn’t easy. However, I do what I can. I’ve got no choice but to be myself. I have always been a tomboy. Skirts simply weren’t for me. And I like to completely shave my head. I do it every three months. Also, I was a wrestler and basketball player in high school. That alone marked me as different. Everybody knew I was gay long before I realized it. I came out as queer to my deeply conservative Haitian parents the night after graduation. That was three years ago. I live on my own now, and work as a security guard to pay the rent and other bills. I’m on federal student financial aid at Carleton University. Recently, I met this tall, and absolutely sexy young Black woman named Samantha Ardent. She is six feet tall, athletic and sexy, with big tits and big round butt. I do love a gal with a big booty. Samantha, the short-haired, athletic beauty from the Republic of Senegal is a law student at the University of Ottawa. And guess what? She is Butch like me! I found myself intensely attracted to her. And it surprised me. Usually, Butch women aren’t attracted to other Butch women. Especially in the Black Lesbian Community. Butch women, also known as Studs, don’t date each other. It is strictly taboo. Most Butch women date Femmes. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. Well, Samantha and I like each other. So to hell with the haters and naysayers. It’s hard to find love in Canada. I am a young Black woman who loves other young Black women. A lot of the Black women I find myself attracted to are either dating men or, if they’re gay, they’re dating White chicks. What the fuck? I thought only straight Black men had ‘White chick fever’. Damn. Now gay Black women have it too. No White chicks for me. In Canada, most White chicks you meet are so fake and covertly bigoted it’s not even funny. Don’t want them or need them. The Black woman is my standard of beauty. Give me a Serena Williams, a Lisa-Ray McCoy or an Alicia Keys over Britney Spears any damn day. You dig? Cool. Samantha and I were very different people but we got along fine. A lot of people think all Butch women are the same. They think that deep down, we secretly want to become men. Or that we secretly hate men. I am a proud lesbian. But I am not a man-hater. I don’t associate with man-haters either. Growing up, I had a lot more male friends than female friends. I couldn’t stand the bitches in school. Mainly because I was secretly attracted to them but at the time I really didn’t want to be. We’re not all obsessed with men’s attire or contact sports either. I am really into sports, and recently started training as an amateur boxer while Samantha is really nerdy. She loves comic books and action movies. Especially iconic comic book characters like Hancock, Blade the Vampire Hunter, Storm of the X-Men and Spawn. See? We’re both uniquely different individuals, with individual tastes. Samantha and I come from different backgrounds. My father Jeremie Jacques is a Tax Attorney who works for the Canadian Government. My mother Jasmine Jean-Pierre Jacques is a Deputy Superintendent with the Ottawa Public Schools System. I have an older brother named Louis who works as the Chief Counsel for the Ministry of Corrections. My parents moved to Canada from the Republic of Haiti in their youth and settled in the Ottawa area. They attended local high schools and met at Carleton University in the early 1980s. It was love at first sight, or so I’ve been told. Samantha Ardent was born in the City of Preston, in the Canadian Province of Nova Scotia. The City of Preston has long been home to a sturdy African community. Since the 1800s it’s been known as the heart of the Black Canadian community. Samantha’s father George Ardent is a patrol supervisor with the Halifax Police Service. Her mother Justine Croix Ardent is an Investment Banker. Samantha has an older sister named Genevieve who’s studying business administration at the University of British Columbia in the City of Vancouver. Samantha moved to Ottawa because she has always been fascinated with the capital. Twenty five percent of Ottawa residents are people of African, Asian, Hispanic or Arabic descent. That’s a lot more diversity than the Province of Nova Scotia, whose only racially diverse towns are Halifax and Preston. There are other differences between Samantha and myself. My family is new to Canada, sort of. We’ve been here since the 1980s. Samantha’s family is descended from Africans who moved to Canada from the United States and elsewhere almost two centuries ago. Oh, and her folks have dough. Samantha lives in a beautiful and very expensive apartment in the affluent town of Barrhaven, not far from Ottawa. Her wealthy parents pay for everything. She also drives a bright red BMW, model 2009. I use public transportation. I’m on the OC Transpo Bus every damn day. My last car, a beat-up old Toyota, got smashed while I was doing construction work in the village of Casselman, right outside Ottawa. Yeah, we come from different worlds. I still love her, though. The only thing I can’t stand about her is her fondness for the capital. Personally, I hate the town of Ottawa. I swear folks in this place like the smell of their own shit. They’re that smug. As soon as I get my bachelors degree from Carleton University, I want to move someplace livelier like Toronto or Vancouver. I might even leave Canada altogether and move to the United States. My father’s brother Lucien lives in New York City, where he works as a manager for the New York Transit Authority. He lives there with some Asian woman he married and their three brats. I only met them once. Uncle Lucien was quite forgettable but I fell in love with New York City. It’s so big and diverse. And there are so many sexy Black women walking around the city. Wow. The only thing which might stop me from leaving the dreadful Confederation of Canada is my relationship with Samantha. I love her. And we get along great. I want her to come to America with me after graduation. Canada isn’t the friendly place Americans think it is. It’s bigoted and elitist. The Canadians feel threatened by the highly educated sons and daughters of immigrant families who were either born in Canada or grew up there. Whether you’re Japanese, Arabic, African or Hispanic, they feel threatened when they see you with a university degree. They make us jump through hoops in the workplace. In America, workplace diversity is here to stay. And the money is better. That’s why lots of highly educated young men and women, most of them recent university graduates, are leaving Canada to live in the United States of America. Canada sucks. America rocks. Pure and simple. Man, sometimes I stress myself out with all the things that swirl about my head. Luckily, Samantha knows how to help me unwind. When I came home from work that night, I found her waiting for me. My woman looked absolutely sexy in a red tank top and navy blue boxer shorts. Her sexy booty looked really hot in those. I smiled at her and she walked up to me. We kissed passionately. Slowly, Samantha removed my security uniform, which consisted of a khaki shirt and black pants. Underneath, I wore black boxer shorts and nothing else. I never wear a bra. Samantha soon had me naked, and took me to bed. I lay on the bed while my sweetheart went to work on me. Samantha took control of me, and I liked it. She licked me from my head to my toes, taking special care as she sucked on my tits. I smiled as she teased my areolas with her tongue before gently spreading my thighs. My sexy gal went to town on me, as she began fingering my cunt with gusto. I felt her fingers exploring my pussy as her tongue began teasing my clitoris. Oh, shoot. I really love what she’s doing to me. Yes, Butch women like having their pussies licked. And fucked. We’re women too, damn it. Samantha gave me the lesbian lick down of a lifetime. Soon I was squealing and squirming on the bed, my body rocked with incredible pleasure. My Samantha looked at me and smiled when I breathed heavily, stunned by her amazing skills. Oh, yeah. My woman still knew how to rock my world. We got into some even freakier shit later. Samantha put me on all fours and gave my big booty a good spanking. After oiling it of course. Yes, I like having my ass spanked. Samantha really let me have it, spanking my big butt with abandon. I licked my lips and stuck my big booty in the air, absolutely loving what she was doing to me. Samantha spread my big ass cheeks wide open and slipped one finger, then two into my asshole. Oh, yeah. Now that’s what I like. My ass is one of my pleasure spots. And I love being penetrated that way. You’d never guess this about me if you saw me sparring with guys and big chicks in the boxing ring. Samantha replaced her fingers with a slim blue dildo and began fucking my ass with it. With my hands I held my ass cheeks wide open, to give her greater access to my booty hole. I love the feel of her dildo up my ass. Sometimes, I think I like ass fucking more than vaginal penetration. Knowing my preferences, Samantha sank a second dildo inside of me. This one she put in my pussy. Oh, man. With both my holes filled, I was in heaven! Samantha laughed as she thrust the dildos deep inside of me. I urged Samantha to fuck me harder. My sexy lover didn’t disappoint me. She fucked me so hard I cried, but those were tears of pleasure. We were just getting started. Samantha took out her box of toys. My eyes lit up when I saw the strap-on dildo. Grinning, Samantha strapped it on. My woman looked really sexy wearing the strap-on dildo. I kissed her, then knelt before her and began sucking on the dildo. Smiling, Samantha ran her hands through my hair. I am a very good cock sucker. With women, of course. I’ve never been with a man and I never will. Samantha barked sexy words at me as I sucked her dildo. Later, I climbed on top of her and we went for a ride. Samantha placed her hands on my hips and thrust into me. Her dildo sank deep in my pussy. I screamed as she penetrated me. Samantha stuck her tongue out and licked my tits as I rode her. My woman and I tried many other positions together. My favourite was when Samantha put me on all fours and fucked me doggy-style with the strap-on dildo. She smacked my big butt while doing it too. I loved it. Later, we did other stuff. I unfastened the strap-on dildo from Samantha’s sexy hips and spread her thighs. I inhaled the scent of her pussy. My woman’s aroma was quite wonderful. I began licking and fingering her pussy. Samantha was tense at first but relaxed and enjoyed. She knew she was in good hands. While fingering and licking Samantha’s cunt, I slid two fingers in her asshole. Samantha winked at me. Smiling, I began fucking her ass with my fingers. She seemed to really like it so I replaced my fingers with the strap-on dildo. I strapped it on and raised Samantha’s legs in the air. She rested them on my shoulders. That way I could achieve greater penetration. I then placed the dildo against Samantha’s butt hole. Slowly, I eased it inside of her. Samantha winced as I penetrated her ass with her own dildo. I told her I’d be gentle. Samantha wrapped her arms around me and told me to fuck her hard. I’m not the type of chick to disappoint her woman. I used plenty of oil for lubrication as I began fucking Samantha in the ass. Slowly but surely I worked most of the dildo’s eight inches inside of her. My woman screamed as I fucked her. I enjoyed making her scream, just like she made me scream earlier. Thus I gave her sweet ass quite a pounding. Samantha took another dildo that was lying on the bed and slid it into her pussy. With it she fucked her pussy while I filled her ass with the strap-on dildo. Hot damn. Is my woman kinky or what? Soon she was screaming some more, orgasmic at last. I kissed her passionately while an intense orgasm rocked her sexy body. That night, Samantha and I rocked each other’s worlds. We’ve got wonderful ways to keep our passion going. Our love is strong. No case of lesbian bed death here. I rest my head in Samantha’s arms, and listen to her heart beat as I fall asleep. I love this woman. And she loves me. We’re both juniors at our respective schools. Next year, I graduate from Carleton and she graduates from the University of Ottawa. She wants to attend the University of Ottawa Law School. I am tired of living in lily-white, uptight and elitist Canada. I want to live and work in the racially diverse and inclusive world of New York City, USA. I hope conflicts of career and romance don’t drive a wedge between my sweetheart and I. You see, my Samantha means everything to me. We’ll figure it out when we get there. Good night. Butch Black Women Ch. 03 Trevor Whitaker Joseph is the name and adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I stand six feet two inches tall and weigh two hundred and fifty four pounds. Yeah, I am a big guy. I was born and raised in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. In the good old U.S. of A. Recently I moved to Canada. Currently I major in business administration at the University of Toronto. I thought about studying at the University of Ottawa but the place was so White, I thought I might go blind. Toronto University is bigger and more racially diverse, so it's cool. I am slowly adjusting to life in the Confederation of Canada. Let me give you the run down about this country. Canada is the most boring country in the western hemisphere. And it's also one of the most bigoted, albeit in a covert, deeply passive-aggressive kind of way. Canadians of European descent aren't thrilled with the hundreds of thousands of Arabs, Africans, Asians and Hispanics who are immigrating to Canada every year. White Canadians are set to become minorities in cities like Vancouver and Toronto soon. They're really threatened by highly educated immigrant workers. That's why they make them jump through hoops when it comes to acknowledging their credentials. Canadians can't stand competition, and they're really insecure. Black Canadians are the weirdest bunch of people I have ever seen. They're not outspoken and strong like us African-Americans in the U.S. of A. Rather, they're more meek and compliant, with a happy-go-lucky attitude. When confronted with racism from White Canadians, they don't react the way African-Americans would. Few of them speak up. They don't like to rock the boat. I can't stand these punks. In America, White folks know better than to say some incorrect shit around Black people because they know what will happen if they do. We don't play around. We can and will kick their asses. Doesn't matter if there are a million cops two blocks away. We don't fear cops. Remember the L.A. riots? Cool. Black guys in Canada have a thing for fat White chicks. It seems they're programmed to go after them. They're deserting Black Canadian women for these plump White broads. Personally, I don't know why. Black Canadians are punks but I must admit that Black Canadian women are truly beautiful. Especially the Somali women and the ladies from the Caribbean. White chicks in Canada aren't pretty at all. Now, in Boston I've seen pretty ladies of all hues. White chicks in Canada are also the most racist folks you will ever meet. I once heard a fat White chick married to a well-to-do Black male professional ( whom she has offspring with) make a Black joke with some ugly White guy she knows. Shocking, isn't it? When White Canadians make racist remarks, Black Canadians pretend not to hear them. They're very quick to defend Canada's totally inaccurate reputation as a land of open-minded people who support racial and cultural diversity. What a load of crap, folks. Seriously. They need to stop spreading this myth about Canada. I don't think it's funny anymore. I ran into far more bigots in a few months in Canada than in more than ten years of living in the state of Massachusetts. How about that? Welcome to Canada, folks. At the University of Toronto, I put myself through the paces. Academically, I've always been gifted. So I did well in all of my classes. The lily-White faculty members clearly weren't used to seeing hard-working Black male students. Black Canadian males seem to lack ambition even though they live in a country where higher education is accessible and cheap. The professors were dazed by my keen intellect. So they were always weird around me. Truth be told, I found them quite boring. I try not to let these bozos get to me. I know why I'm in Canada. To get my degree and then return to America to make a lot of money. I'm not here to play nice with the fake-smiling, deeply bigoted bozos who run this miserable little country. I can't wait to get my degree and go home. In the meantime, I'm chilling. The summer of 2010 is here and I am doing what I do best. Booty catching. Actually, make that Black Booty Catching. It's May now. In July I will head back to Brockton to chill with my buddies from the City of Champions. Until then, I am prowling all over the City of Toronto. There are so many sexy ladies here, it's not even funny. Recently I met this tall, sexy Haitian gal named Veronique Saint Martin and she is totally awesome, folks. A bisexual butch Black woman. Now I've seen everything. Veronique stands five feet eleven inches tall, busty and big-bottomed, with a deliciously thick body. I don't like skinny women. I need a big lady with big tits and a big butt. That's just my personal preference. Anyhow, I went to Veronique's house in the suburb of Brampton to chill a bit one hot Tuesday afternoon. I work as a security practitioner in downtown Toronto and the job pays alright. Seventeen bucks per hour. Hey, I'm twenty years old and live with my uncle and aunt in the City. I help out with purchasing groceries but other than that, I don't have other financial responsibilities. Anyhow, Veronique was glad to see me. She works as manager of a local restaurant. Veronique is twenty five years old. She started college but quit to take care of her younger siblings. Now, she's back in school. I am happy for her. Well, Veronique and I sat in the living room, watching an old episode of the TV series All Of Us. They get BET here but it's quite different from the African-American entertainment network we know and love in America. I love that old series. Lisaraye McCoy is one of my favourite celebrities. Growing up, I had crushes on her along with iconic actress Pam Grier and tennis champion Serena Williams. Anyhow, Veronique clearly wanted to do more than watch TV when she called me over. Well, I knew what she had in mind and I was more than okay with it. It had been a while since I was with a woman. Veronique and I had some fun together. I laid her on the bed and removed her clothing. Off came her blouse, then her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I began licking my sexy Haitian goddess from her head to her toes. Want to know one of the many reasons why I love Black women? I like the way they smell and taste. I took Veronique's breasts in my hands and gently squeezed them. I then gently licked the areolas of her breasts and she leaned back on the bed, sighing in pleasure. I licked a path from her breasts to her belly, and made my way to her pelvic area. Veronique spread her legs invitingly. I breathed in the scent of her pussy. No two women smell or taste exactly alike. I began licking Veronique's pussy, and gently probed her with my fingers. I am wickedly good at eating pussy, folks. Ask anyone. I slipped two fingers inside Veronique's snatch and twisted them inside her pussy while teasing her clit with my tongue. Oh, man. What I was doing drove her absolutely nuts. Soon this sexy Haitian gal was squealing in delight. What can I say? I've got skills. Yeah, I rocked Veronique's world. Afterwards, I asked her to return the favour. Well, she was happy to oblige. Veronique told me to take off my pants, then sat me down on the couch. My sexy Haitian goddess stood before me and turned around, showing me her spectacular booty. Hot damn. I am most definitely a booty worshiper and Veronique was in a league of her own. I've seen all kinds of booties but her heart-shaped bubble butt was all that and then some. I literally kissed her butt. It was that awesome. Veronique laughed, and then knelt before me. She went straight for my dick. Veronique grabbed my nine-inch, uncircumcised Black rod of power. I am uncut and proud, folks. My parents didn't believe in butchering me in the name of outdated and archaic traditions. Hell, we're neither Jewish nor Muslim. So why should Black folks living in the Americas alter their sons bodies in the name of religions that aren't really ours? Gently, Veronique pulled back my foreskin and began sucking my cock head. I looked at her as she went to work on me. Hmm. I really liked what she was doing. Sucking my dick and licking my balls with gusto. Oh, man. Is this woman amazing or what? Soon she had me harder than a rock. And I was ready for more. Veronique climbed on top of me, and rested her hands on my shoulders. She slowly lowered herself onto my member and began straddling me. I placed my hands on her hips and thrust into her. And just like that, the fun really began. Veronique began riding me hard, and I fucked her good. I filled her pussy with my dick. She screamed loudly as she rode me. Oh, yeah. That's how I like it. We changed positions. I put her on all fours and fucked her from behind. I smacked Veronique's big butt as I fucked her. We even did some back shots together. Veronique spread her big butt cheeks, offering herself. I pressed my dick against Veronique's asshole after lubricating it with some lotion she handed me. Then I eased my cock inside of her. Veronique went wild as I fucked her in the ass. I pulled her hair and smacked her big ass while slamming my dick into her asshole. Her ass felt wonderful, so warm and tight around my dick. We fucked like this for a long time, then fucked some more. We tried different positions. Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass while looking into her eyes? Well, that's what I did to Veronique. And she loved it! Yeah, I had a wonderful afternoon at Veronique's house in Brampton. I had fun. I have a lot of female freaks I mess around with in the City of Toronto. However, Veronique is my favourite. A big and tall, sexy Haitian woman with a big booty. And she likes anal sex. How awesome is that? She's a wonderful discovery. And I can't get enough of her. Haitian women rock. And Veronique is one of the best. Butch Black Women Ch. 04 Firmly tied up to a wooden post, Mary Adewale screamed as Kristi Rand whipped her hard with the Black leather belt. Deep down in the basement of the Orleans townhouse they shared in suburban Ottawa, Canada, they really got into it. The big and tall young Black woman's screams filled the house. Short, slim and blonde-haired Englishwoman Kristi Rand laughed heartily as she whipped Mary Adewale with the belt. This was so much fun. She got all wet in funny places. Mary begged her for more, and Kristi was happy to oblige. For those of you who are scratching your heads and wondering, let us explain. Mary Adewale is a sexy Black gal of Nigerian descent living in the dorms of the University of Ottawa in Ontario, Canada. This six-foot-three, heavyset and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black chick is the star of the University of Ottawa Women's Rugby Squad. And she's also secretly gay and very much into BDSM. Her favourite aspect of BDSM is the controversial yet intensely erotic practice of Race Play. Not an easy thing for a strong Black woman to admit but whatever. Kristin Rand, known as Kristi to her friends, is a native of North London in England. At five-foot-four, she's rail-thin and kind of mousy. Not exactly what most people think of as threatening. Kristi moved to Ontario from Britain last year. She's attending Carleton University on an academic scholarship. Kristi is gay, and very much into Black women. Why? She finds them sexy as hell. In Mary Adewale, Kristi Rand found both a passionate lover and a playmate. She just hadn't expected a sexy plaything. Well, Mary Adewale is that rare Black lesbian who secretly craves White women. And she is deeply submissive in the bedroom. When Kristi Rand met Mary Adewale, they instantly clicked. However, they didn't really become soul mates until each discovered the other was into Race Play. Kristi Rand likes to dominate her women in the bedroom. And Mary Adewale likes to submit to other women in bed. It was a match made in interracial lesbian heaven. Now, let us continue with the tale. Kristi had a very naked Mary tied up in the basement, and whipped her with her belt. Mary squealed in pleasure and pain as Kristi whipped her back, shoulders and big buttocks with the belt. Tonight, her fantasy was finally coming true. Kristi got to play the role of a dominant South African female instructor punishing an unruly Zulu female student for bad behaviour. Each gal knew her role and the fun began. Kristi Rand continued whipping Mary Adewale with the belt. She really enjoyed doing this. Let's just call it her passion. Kristi had dominated a lot of women in the bedroom. Her small stature and innocent good looks fooled a lot of taller, bigger women into thinking she was nigh hapless. Well, she was quite ruthless. Prior to meeting Mary Adewale, Kristi was in a long-term relationship with a tall Butch chick named Monique Suarez. A Puerto Rican gal she met in a gay bar in North London. Kristi had a thing for tall, dark-skinned women and the bronze-skinned, dark-haired and dark-eyed Monique Suarez appealed to her immensely. Like a lot of Butch women in the Dyke community, Monique Suarez wasn't half as tough as she pretended to be. Sure, she cut her hair really short and sported tattoos and piercings. She often wore Black leather jackets and blue jeans. Monique is always sporting guy clothes, along with sunglasses. Yeah, she was totally Butch. In the bedroom it was another story. In the bedroom, Monique allowed Kristi to have total control over her. Kristi often wore a strap-on dildo and made Monique suck it. Then she would bend Monique over and fuck her with it. Kristi got off on totally dominating the bigger and stronger Monique by spanking her butt, smacking her face and slamming the dildo deep into her pussy and asshole. That's right. Kristi Rand is the kind of dominant femme who fucks Butch women in the ass with a strap-on dildo. Any questions? Kristi's next lover was Amy Yu-Wen Li. A sexy Chinese-American gal she met in Essex County, England. Amy Yu-Wen Li was the Executive Director of the British Division of Cooper & Anderson Engineering, an American Civil Engineering Company with many holdings in the Caribbean, Brazil, France, the Middle East and England. Amy was a very smart and sexy Asian gal. This Jade princess stood five-foot-ten, a bit curvy and very short-haired. And she looked absolutely gorgeous in a business suit. Kristi Rand decided she had to have her. And so she did. Amy Yu-Wen Li was totally kinky and Kristi got her to try Race Play. Watching Amy kneel before her and suck her toes turned Kristi on so much that she came the first time they hooked up. Amy was really at sucking on Kristi's toes. And Kristi fingered her pussy while the sexy Asian businesswoman completely surrendered to her and obeyed her every wish. The climax of their first encounter came when a kneeling Amy acknowledged Kristi as her Ivory Goddess before sucking her strap-on dildo. After Amy polished the dildo with her tongue, Kristi put her on all fours and spanked her ass before fucking her with it. Kristi lubricated Amy's ass before sliding the dildo into her asshole. Gripping Amy's hips tightly, Kristi began ramming the dildo up her butt. Asian beauty Amy Yu-Wen Li squealed as she got fucked in the ass by a dominant Englishwoman. Face down and ass up, she took everything Kristi dished at her. How cool was that? Sandwiched between Monique Suarez, Amy Yu-Wen-Li and Mary Adewale was Kristi's most unforgettable lover, the sexy Fatima Abdul-Kasim. A lovely Arab woman from the United Arab Emirates. This five-foot-eleven, bronze-skinned and black-haired, curvy Arabian beauty studied business administration at Oxford University at the time she met the sexy Kristi Rand. Fatima was secretly gay and Kristi provided her with all the sex and passion a closeted lesbian could ever need. Kristi helped Fatima Abdul-Kasim unleash her passion, and the results were amazing. Like all women, Arabian women have their kinks, secrets and passions. People forget this when looking at them. Kristi didn't, and Fatima was most thankful for that. When they hooked up, she was eager to please. Fatima loved pleasing Kristi. To the extent of getting naked and parading in her dormitory for the horny short Englishwoman. Kristi in turn would spread Fatima's thighs and give her pussy a good licking. Having her pussy licked and fingered by a horny gay Englishwoman absolutely delighted the closeted Arab lesbian. Kristi later introduced her to her trusty strap-on dildo. Face down and ass up, that's the way Kristi Rand fucked the lovely but naive Fatima Abdul-Kasim. She spanked the Arab woman's big butt and pulled her hair while thrusting her dildo deep into Fatima's snatch. Fatima screamed as she got fucked by Kristi's thick strap-on dildo. This was the most intense thing she'd ever experienced. Kristi fucked her hard, spanking her big butt while slamming the dildo deep inside of her. Later, Kristi ordered Fatima to spread her ass cheeks. Then she applied lube all over her asshole before pushing the dildo inside. Fatima gasped as Kristi's dildo penetrated her asshole. The horny Arab woman couldn't believe the things she was letting the Englishwoman do to her. Amazing. Kristi fucked Fatima hard, drilling her ass. Fatima's screams filled the dormitory. She was one of Kristi's most memorable conquests. Yeah, Kristi Rand is really good at dominating other women. Just ask our dear friend Mary Adewale. The big and tall Nigerian woman screamed as Kristi gave her a good whipping with the belt. Then, Kristi took out her strap-on dildo and made her suck it. Kneeling before her Superior Ivory Goddess, the African woman sucked the dildo eagerly. Kristi smiled as Mary sucked her strap-on dildo. Once she deemed Mary had done a good job, Kristi decided to fuck her. Face down and ass up, just like the others. Kristi caressed Mary's big Black butt before pushing her fingers into her asshole. Mary's asshole felt warm and tight around Kristi's fingers. And the big Black woman was definitely not an anal virgin. The kinky Englishwoman liked that a lot. Later, she pushed the dildo into Mary's asshole. Mary groaned as Kristi began working the dildo deep into her asshole. Kristi laughed and pushed the dildo deeper inside of her. She loved dominating big and tall, strong and sexy women in the bedroom. Especially if they had something Butch about them, or happened to be foreigners. Local women didn't interest Kristi. Exotic women made her world go around. And she wouldn't have it any other way. So she happily pumped the dildo into Mary's asshole. The big and tall Black woman squealed as she got the butt fucking she craved. Kristi plunged the dildo even deeper inside of her. They went at it until Mary begged for mercy. A laughing Kristi made her clean the dildo with her tongue. The same dildo she just used on her. Is that cool or what? The adventures of Kristi Rand will continue. She's left Europe and is living in North America now. She's out there, roaming around looking for sexy women from exotic locations. African, Asian, Hispanic and Arabic women appeal to her immensely. She's currently looking for a sexy Native American woman to hook up with. Let's just say her appetite for kinky sex with gorgeous women from diverse backgrounds is growing. Nothing wrong with that. Variety is the way to go when it comes to sex. Butch Black Women Ch. 05 Melody Adewale is the name. I'm a six-foot-one, pleasantly voluptuous, friendly and keen-minded young Black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm openly bisexual, and quite Butch. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Way down in Canada. I've always wanted to live in the United States of America. And I finally got my chance. The University of Montreal in Quebec has a student exchange program with some American schools. Each year, twenty to thirty students from select American schools get to study at University of Montreal while some Canadian students from U of M get to study in America. I am currently attending Boston College as part of the International Collegiate Student Exchange Program or I.C.S.E.P. I like Boston College. There are lots of African-American, Asian and Hispanic students around. They make up close to thirty percent of the vast student body in fact. I like the City of Boston. It's so big and diverse. I met the Mayor, a nice old Italian dude, and he's a really cool guy. I have met many affluent Black folks in the City of Boston, including many State Legislators. The Governor of Massachusetts is a Black man and I am so proud to live in such a progressive and open-minded State. I am starting to really like the United States of America. Birthplace of my personal heroes Michael Jordan, Bill Cosby, Oprah Winfrey, Kobe Bryant, President Barack Obama, Spike Lee and Martin Luther King. The first big country in the deeply imperialistic Western World to elect a Black man as its President. A diverse nation full of Irish folks, Italians, Africans, Asians, Indians, Arabs and Native folks who collectively call themselves Americans. Three hundred and ten million people call this place home. Wow. A country with so many cultures and subcultures. A place where cowboys and rappers can be best friends. A nation of contradictions, inhabited by a unique people. I can understand why so many people come here from all over. America has cast its spell on me. I am falling in love with it. While at Boston College, I met a young man who has come to mean so much to me. His name is Pierre Des Champs. He's a big and tall ( six-foot-three by 250 pounds ) young Black man of Haitian descent. A cornerback on the famous Boston College varsity football team. Pierre is actually the younger brother of my best friend Nadine Des Champs, a young Haitian woman I met at the University of Montreal a little over two years ago. Nadine was studying bio-chemistry and we bumped into each other in the Science Department. She was born in the U.S. but has fallen in love with the City of Montreal, which has a large Haitian and Afro-Caribbean population. We instantly clicked. And now I am in love with her younger brother, whom I ran into in America. Wow. Small world indeed. Isn't it? Pierre is such a cool guy. There are lots of handsome, stalwart young Black men at Boston College, partly due to the school's push for diversity in academia. However, most of the Black male students at BC seem only interested in White women. Now, don't get me wrong. I am not a racist person. I have a couple of girlfriends who are White. I truly believe that love is love and people should date whoever they want. However, there is a small part of me that feels slightly annoyed or bothered when I see a good-looking Black man with a White woman. At the University of Montreal, I saw a lot of that. Ever y Black man in Montreal seems to have a White girlfriend. Wow. In America, it seems even worse. Sometimes, I wonder what my sisters and I are going to do. Our brothers don't seem to want us anymore. I came to America to study, but also because I wanted to experience the unique Black culture that's alive and well in America. The rap and hip hop music. The spectacular athletes. The fiery preachers. The stellar politicians. The daring businessmen. The indefatigable activists. Blacks in America have done so much for their country and the world. Even while living in the Republic of Nigeria, my father Thomas Adewale is fascinated by Black Americans. He later studied medicine at the historically Black school, Howard University in the 1970s. His time at Howard University changed him and he found Black Americans uniquely strong and resilient. Defiant to the end in the face of racism. African-Americans fear no one. And unbeknownst to them is the fact that millions of us Africans living in the Motherland of Africa and around the world admire them. There are over a million people of African descent living in Canada. The former Governor General of Canada is a Black woman of Haitian descent. The Lieutenant Governor of the Canadian Province of Nova Scotia is a Black woman. The Mayor of Amos City in Quebec is a Black man. Yeah, we've made some progress in Canada. We're doing alright. However, African-Americans are leaving us in the dust demographically and politically. It's projected that in twenty years, people of African, Asian, Hispanic and Native American descent will outnumber Caucasians in America. And African-Americans alone will represent twenty percent of the total population of the United States of America. African-Americans refer to one another as 'brother' or 'sister'. They see themselves as one family. They are more united than Black Canadians will ever be. And I envy them. My only beef with African-Americans is that many of them don't seem interested in a collegiate education, even when they have the option. Also, is there something in North America's water supply that's affecting all Black men with 'White chick fever'? Sometimes I wonder. Black women in America aren't helping their cause because they're often unnecessarily mean to the Black men at their most vulnerable times. A lot of Black men in America claim they find White women easier to deal with. Whatever. I am puzzled by that. Did those Black men in America forget that back in the day, White chicks joined White men in mistreating Black folks across the continents? I mean, damn! Black women suffer right alongside Black men in tough times. A little loyalty would be nice! I had started to lose hope, until Pierre came into my life. Pierre, the uniquely sexy Haitian-American stud. He's got the body of model Tyson Beckford, the face of actor Shemar Moore and the dick of Porn Star Lexington Steele. In other words, he's an Ebony God come to life! Pierre befriended me, and showed me a new side of America. He took me to his hometown of Brockton, one of the biggest cities in the State of Massachusetts. It has a population of one hundred thousand souls. There are lots of Black folks in Brockton. Lots of Haitians, Nigerians, Cape Verdeans, Ethiopians, Somali, Congolese and Trinidadians. I was amazed. People of color actually outnumber Caucasians in the City of Brockton. Pierre introduced me to his buddies. He even took me to his church, Brockton Community Temple, a local Seventh Day Adventist church. Brockton Community Temple is home to hundreds of parishioners of Haitian descent. The Pastor is a stern but decent Haitian guy in his forties. At Brockton Community Temple, I felt right at home. The Haitians welcomed me into their midst. We're all sons and daughters of Africa after all. Pierre was something else. A gorgeous athlete who was also a stellar academic. He was the first Black male valedictorian in the history of Brockton Community High School. Wow. A football player and a genius, all wrapped up in a gorgeous body. Did I luck out or what? I was in love with Pierre. And I told this to his sister Nadine, whom I kept in touch with throughout my stay in America. Haitian women are very protective of the men in their lives. If you want to date a Haitian man, you'll need the approval of his mother and sister. Well, Nadine was okay with my crush on her little brother. The question is, would Pierre be into me? I've always been shy with men. I'm a tall, curvy young Black woman with a sexy body, cute face and a big booty. Most people don't think of me as shy. Well, I actually am. And I am quite nervous about telling the guy I love that I want to be more than friends. From Monday to Friday I am in class, as befitting a student. The rest of the time, I'm either in my dorm, at the gym or walking around Boston. Friday nights I like to go out with some of the young women I've befriended on campus. My best pals are Elisabeth Brown, an African-American medical student from Atlanta, Jessica Healy, an Irish chick from Galway and Rosa Lee, a Chinese-American gal who majors in civil engineering. I like these girls. It's always good to hang out with other upbeat and hard-working young women. That Friday, I skipped 'chicks night out' and went out with Pierre instead. We had dinner in this really nice Haitian restaurant/nightclub called Tamboo in the City of Brockton. That night, I took Pierre's hand in mine, and then told him how I felt. Pierre looked at me, stunned. For a moment, I felt really anxious. It really isn't easy for a gal to simply lay it out in front of man, exposing her feelings like that. Well, that's what I did. I'm in love with Pierre. He's good-looking, smart, gentlemanly and caring. And he's going places. He's one of the best students in the Business Administration program at Boston College. Always makes Dean's List with his stellar academic performance. He's got all the qualities I want in a man. And unlike all of those coy African-American women I see every day, I'll actually admit that I need a man in my life. A strong Black man. I held my breath and waited for Pierre's answer. Well, he did the last thing I expected. Pierre smiled, and then he kissed me. Yeah, my Haitian stud kissed me full and deep. Hesitantly I wrapped my arms around him as he pulled me closer. When our lips parted, he told me he cared about me and wanted to be with me. He simply wasn't sure how to tell me. And I had beaten him to it by revealing my feelings first. Wow. I smiled at Pierre and he smiled at me. We held hands and looked into each other's eyes. Something passed between us. A magical, unspoken feeling. Whatever it is, it felt right. Just right. Thus, Pierre and I began dating. Later that night, he walked me to my dorm and kissed me tenderly before wishing me goodnight. I grabbed his hand and told him to come inside. He hesitated, but didn't protest. We went upstairs and had some hot cocoa while talking about our newfound passion for one another. One thing led to another and we hooked up. Now, I don't bring random guys to my dorm for sex but I haven't had any since I left Montreal. Hey, a gal's got needs. I hooked up with my Chocolate Stud Muffin and he did not disappoint. I sat him down on my bed and put on a show for him. I took off my red shirt and blue dress, then kicked off my pumps. Pierre looked at me, as I stood wearing my bra and panties. I turned around, showing him my big sexy ass. Hey, I am proud of my assets. Pierre seemed to like what he saw. I smiled and went to him. Off came my bra and panties. I stood naked before the man I loved, showing him the real me. Pierre rose to his feet and kissed me. His hands cupped my breasts and he suckled on them. Pierre gently pushed me on the bed, and we got busy. He spread my thighs and began fingering my pussy while licking the areolas of my breasts. Hot damn. My man knew just what to do. He had me all wet and squealing in minutes. I was more than happy to return the favour. I sat him down on the bed, and went straight for his member. Pierre was well-endowed, folks. His dick was at least eight inches long, thick and uncircumcised. A lot of women are bothered by uncut men. My father is a doctor and he doesn't believe in circumcision. Neither do I. A natural dick is more fun to play with. I stroked Pierre's member, and began to gently suck it. Pierre closed his eyes as I went down on him. I sucked his cock and balls, polishing them with my tongue. Pierre seemed to really like what I was doing for him. I continued until he came, then I drank his manly seed. Afterwards, Pierre pulled me on top of him. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his member. Once I was firmly impaled on his dick, I began riding him. I hadn't had a dick in my pussy in months. I wanted to make up for lost time. I rested my hands on Pierre's shoulders and told him to fuck me hard. He didn't need to be told twice. Pierre held my hips tightly and thrust his member into my cunt. I squealed in delight and begged him for more. He slammed his dick deeper inside of me, probing parts of me that had been untouched for so long. I went wild as I finally got fucked. Pierre and I tried other positions. I got on all fours and told him to pull my hair and spank me. Don't look at me like that, folks. Every woman has her needs, her kinks and fetishes. I like to get spanked. It's one of my kinks. Pierre was happy to oblige. He spanked my big butt and pulled my hair while slamming his cock into my pussy. He made it really hurt. I loved it. I don't normally do this with most of my lovers but I was really horny and wanted to get fucked. So I told Pierre to have his way with my ass. He was really surprised to hear that but more than happy to try. He slipped one finger into my butt hole, then two. I am no stranger to anal sex. My backdoor is one of my pleasure spots. I handed Pierre the bottle of lotion I kept on my nightstand and smeared it all over my ass. Then he pressed his dick against my backdoor and gently eased it inside. I licked my lips as Pierre penetrated me. Oh, man. I can't even remember the last time I had a good ass fucking. Well, no time like the present to catch up. Pierre held my hips tightly and worked his dick into my asshole. We had plenty of lube and he was really patient with me, which was cool. Once I felt comfortable with his dick in my ass, I told him to fuck me harder. Pierre happily thrust his dick deep into my ass. The feel of his dick in my ass was absolutely amazing. Anal sex isn't for everyone but for lots of women, it's the way we get off. Pierre and I continued to romp happily. We changed positions. I lay on my back, legs in the air and he fucked me like this. I loved looking into his eyes while he slammed his dick up my ass. I fingered my pussy while he fucked me. Something funny but unexpected happened while we were fucking. I got so into it that I lost control. I actually farted, with my lover's dick up my ass. Yes, you read right. It was awkward for a moment but both Pierre and I laughed and continued fucking. We went at it until we came. It was hot. We fell asleep in each other's arms after the best sex ever. I am so in love with Pierre now. And this opens up a new world of possibilities for both of us. I graduate from the University of Montreal next year. I'm thinking of moving to Boston permanently. Become a permanent resident of the U.S. of A. I'm still Canadian. I think I will attend Grad School at Boston College. Anything to be close to my man. After completing his undergraduate degree at Boston College, my beloved Pierre is heading to Suffolk University's MBA program. I'm taking a job as a substitute teacher at Boston Public Schools. Here we are. Just a happy couple in love. Living in the big city. See? Black Love still exists. We can make our relationships work. We have to. It's a matter of survival. Butch Black Women Ch. 06 Sex is the most intense and chaotic force in our lives. And there's not much we can do about it. The name is Anacaona Rocher, named after the legendary Queen of the Tainos people who inhabited what is now the Republic of Haiti. I'm Butch and proud. And these words define my life. I'm a six-foot-tall, athletic and dark-skinned, openly gay young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty five years old and recently returned to finish school after a three-year hiatus. Returning to school after such a long break wasn't easy. I am more focused now, though. I major in business administration at Carleton University. It's a pretty nice school. I like it mainly because lots of Africans, Asians, Hispanics and Arabs are enrolled there. It seems men and women from immigrant families living in Ontario prefer the laid-back, racially diverse atmosphere of Carleton University to that of uptight, elitist schools like the University of Ottawa. Cool. There are so many complicated issues in the Black lesbian communities of North America. Lesbians got issues. Oh, yeah. Issues like domestic violence in the dating scene, for one. Lesbians can and do get violent with their female partners. It happens all the time. Forget about what you've seen on television programs like The Wire and The L Word. We're not all soft and gentle. What you need to understand is that we're people. Some of us are okay. Some of us are really cool. And many of us are mean as hell. There are many tribes, categories and types of lesbians. Each tribe, category and type has their own rules. We've got the Butch ones and the Femmes. Everyone knows that. We've also got the Bull Dykes and the Stone Butches. And if you happen to be a Stone Butch like me, then people simply won't leave you alone. It seems that all straight people and queers are fascinated by Butch women. I couldn't care less about their fascination. I am simply myself. No, I don't secretly yearn to be a man. No, I am not a man-hater. I am only me. I wish I could post this somewhere where everyone would read it so they would stop asking me so many damn questions. That would never happen, of course. But a gal can dream, can't she? People seem to make assumptions about us Butch women every damn day. They assume we're all a bunch of tough chicks, hardcore tomboys who secretly want to be men. While I do shop at men's department stores, it's because I find male clothing more comfortable. It appeals to me for other reasons like durability and flexibility. It's not because I secretly wish I were male. I love having a pussy, thank you very much. There is a big difference between a woman who's secretly a female-to-male transsexual case waiting to happen and a Butch woman. Got it? Cool. Someone should publish a handbook about Butch women someday. It might save us a lot of aggravation when dealing with women and men from the outside world. The summer is finally here and I find myself checking out sexy women left and right. I'm roaming all over the City looking for some piece of ass. I like all kinds of women. Tall and short, chubby and skinny, athletic or couch potato. I like them all. I've fucked all kinds of women. I really don't discriminate when it comes to pussy. I once fucked this fifty-something White woman named Mariel Hauser, an immigrant worker from the Republic of South Africa who lived in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans. Like a lot of middle-aged White women, Mariel had a thing for sexy young Black women. I have to be honest here. I really can't stand White folks from south Africa. They're all bigoted and arrogant. Quite often I tell them to go to hell when they stare at me too long. However, I very much wanted to inflict some pain on Mariel, especially since she craved my unique brand of Black female domination. I made her get naked. Her body was flabby, which wasn't my style but whatever. I liked how compliant she was. I made her kneel before me and suck my toes. The sight of a middle-aged White slut kneeling before a strong Black woman like myself and sucking her toes turned me on a lot. I smacked Mariel in the face, spanked her flabby White ass, spat on her and then fucked her pussy and asshole with my strap-on dildo. I rammed my dildo so far up Mariel's pasty White ass, she actually cried. I fucked her in my favourite position, face down and ass up. I spanked her ass while slamming my strap-on dildo into her barely lubricated asshole. The White slut from South Africa squealed as she finally experienced the awesome power and sensuality of the Black goddess. I love dominating these useless White sluts. They think they're all that. I like to treat them like dirt and make them bow before the dominant Black goddess that I am. I love making them cry. And they love it! I also dominated this uptight Japanese bitch named Mariko Yamamoto. I ran into her at the University of Montreal during a family outing in the Province of Quebec. I was chilling in Montreal with my cousin Annabelle and her friend Sasha when I noticed a tall, sexy Asian woman walking into the Caribbean restaurant where we were dining. Mariko Yamamoto was the lady's name. The biracial daughter of a wealthy Japanese businessman who married some Irish hussy. Mariko's pretty face, athletic body and heart-shaped ass appealed to me. Even though she was uptight and condescending when addressing the restaurant staff. Well, I know an uptight bitch when I see one. And I love taming them. I call it a public service. I approached Mariko Yamamoto and we began chatting. She had recently returned from a trip to Atlanta, Georgia. Mariko was engaged to a lawyer named O'Shea, some White guy from Brampton, a suburb of Metropolitan Toronto. A lot of Asian chicks in Canada are dating White guys. A few Asian guys in Canada are dating White chicks. And quite a few of those same Asians can't stand Black people. They're so bigoted it's not even funny. I could tell Mariko was one of those. However, the lustful look in her gaze let me know that this jade princess wanted a little of my brown sugar. And that's exactly how I reeled her in. I'm a natural seducer. And pretty soon, Mariko and I were back in my hotel room. Mariko was like putty in my hands once I got her naked on my bed. Like most women who were bossy and arrogant out on the streets, she was docile and pliant between the sheets. I kissed her passionately, then licked her all over. I spread her legs and fingered her pussy. Soon she was crying out for more. I turned her over and spanked her butt. Taking out my strap-on dildo, I penetrated her pussy from behind. Mariko squealed and urged me to fuck her harder. I gripped Mariko's hips and fucked her hard, slamming my dildo deep into her cunt. I even fucked her in the ass, after fingering her and lubricating her ass of course. Sliding my strap-on dildo up the arrogant Japanese bitch's tight asshole was definitely the most fun thing I've done in ages. I made her scream as I fucked her ass roughly, making her pay for being such a bitch all the time. Yeah, I do enjoy dominating women. What would really surprise a lot of people is that I occasionally like to get dominated. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find a woman strong enough to dominate a tall, muscular and dark-skinned Butch Black woman like myself. There is a part of me that aches to be smacked around, spanked and fucked. Amazingly, I found such a woman in the unlikeliest of places. I went to visit the All Nations Church of Ottawa, and that's where I met the lovely Shiva Le Champ. A tall, sexy Black woman in her early forties. A gorgeous Black woman from the City of Atlanta, Georgia. A bona-fide Haitian-American lady who was one of the Pastor's relatives. Shiva Le Champ made me feel intimidated, something I rarely feel. Standing six feet two inches tall, she was quite imposing. And sexy as hell. I looked right into her eyes and knew she was into women. Shiva Le Champ walked right up to me and introduced herself. When she smiled at me, I felt weak in the knees. A very non-Butch thing to feel. Shiva seemed perfectly aware of the effect she had on both men and women. We started talking casually and I learned more about her. Shiva Le Champ was an executive working for the Rogers Corporation. She had her bachelor's degree in business from Spelman College in Atlanta, Georgia and her MBA from Howard University in Washington D.C. I was impressed. The forty-one-year-old stunner was recently divorced, and loving life. Well, I was smitten with her from that day forward. Shiva didn't waste any time with me. What she wanted, she got. Right after church service that day, she took me to her lovely house in Orleans for some fun. It turned out to be an experience I would never forget. For it was the first time I got dominated by another woman. Once we got to her house, Shiva wasted no time showing me who's boss. She had me strip naked before her, and inspected me thoroughly. I couldn't believe the stuff I let her do to me but her imperious gaze and harsh commanding tone simply dazzled me. I stood, frozen as a statue as she sucked my tits, pinched my nipples, fingered my pussy and smacked my butt. A part of me kind of liked it, I guess. Shiva took total control of me. She was simply gorgeous, pure Femme all the way. She didn't care about labels like Butch or Femme. What she demanded was my obedience, and she got it. Shiva bent me over her knee and spanked me. She also fingered my asshole while licking my pussy. Oddly enough, I really liked it. I knelt before her and sucked on her strap-on while she stroked my hair and promised to make me her bitch. I was a little hesitant when she pried my legs wide open and inserted the slim strap-on dildo in my pussy but I got over it. She really knew how to fuck somebody, wielding her dildo with accuracy and authority. I relaxed and enjoyed my first time getting fucked. Shiva put me on all fours and spanked my butt while fucking me from behind with her strap-on dildo. I couldn't believe I was letting her do this to me. Shiva really went all out, smacking my ass and calling me a little bitch while slamming the dildo in my cunt. Face down and ass up, that's the way this dominant Femme fucked me, a strong Butch woman. Shiva's berating me actually turned me on. So much that when she pried my ass cheeks wide open and inserted the dildo in my asshole, I didn't protest. I was torn between being excited and being terrified. Excitement overcame terror, and I finally experienced anal penetration. It hurt at first but Shiva promised me I'd like it. As ordered by her, I opened myself up, and began enjoying it. I am a Butch woman enjoying getting fucked in the ass by a dominant Femme. How weird was that? I don't care, all I know is that I loved it and begged Shiva for more. And you had better believe she fucked me even harder. Yeah, that's how my first time went. After this memorable experience, I was never the same. I began seeing myself differently. What did it mean to me? Being a Butch? I'm a hardcore tomboy and always will be. No dresses, makeup or any of that crap for me. I am a strong and dominant woman by nature. It's my personality. It's who I am. And I love to dominate other women. However, there is a part of me that enjoys getting spanked, flogged and fucked with a strap-on dildo wielded by a sexy woman. Of course, I will keep this under wraps. I quietly visit Shiva once a week to satisfy my forbidden submissive urges, and the rest of the time, I'm that swaggering Butch woman you see getting all the Femmes! Butch Black Women Ch. 07 The weird things people are actually into never cease to amaze me. I endeavour to chronicle the weird things that men and women are into. It's one of the reasons why I still get up in the morning. Guess who's back after a long hiatus, folks? Me! The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in North America. For about five years now, I've written all kinds of stories. I started as a college student and now, as a working professional, I continue with the mission. These stories actually matter to me. I wrote them to provoke people's fury, to challenge their beliefs, to entertain them and to dazzle them. If I had people talking, or feeling something after a story, then I did my job. What kind of stuff do I write? How about everything! From the erotic to the epic, the comic and the tragic. Men's Rights Activism. Black Liberation Theology. Religion and sexuality in ethnic communities. Cultural clashes in the western world. Women 's Rights. Civil Rights. Same-Sex Marriage. Male bisexuality and female bisexuality in Black communities. Interracial sexual relations. Big beautiful women and their admirers. BDSM in the lives of men and women of African descent living in America, the Caribbean and Canada. The controversial yet oddly sensual practice of Race Play in the world of BDSM. Time travel. Space exploration. Genetic supermen. You can try to name it, and odds are, I've probably already explored it. Nothing and no one was off limits in my book. Gentlemen and ladies, you're in for a treat. I've got a bevy of hot stuff for you today. Let me briefly walk you through most of them. Meet Stefano Jean-Robert and Sabrina Javier. A sexy Black couple of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Stefano is a patrol officer with the Boston Community Policing Program, launched by the Boston Police Department recently. As one of a growing number of Black officers on the police force, he represents his precinct and his community well. This six-foot-three, 240-pound Black stud isn't just easy on the eyes. He's wickedly smart too. Stefano holds a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from the University of Massachusetts. He does quite well for himself, and lives in a nice apartment in Boston's South End. Stefano is a prince of the growing Haitian-American community of New England. And every prince needs his princess. The love of Stefano's life is Sabrina Javier, a sexy young Black woman he first encountered while shopping at Westgate Mall in the city of Brockton. Sabrina is a five-foot-ten, curvy and big-bottomed sister who positively beamed with happiness when our stud Stefano first approached her at the mall. Sabrina is a Butch chick whose tomboyish style often gets her mistaken for a lesbian by available men. She is totally heterosexual, actually. Sabrina is a business student at Emerson College at the time she met our guy. Stefano couldn't help noticing this fine and curvy chocolate goddess. He walked over to her, introduced himself and asked for her number. And that's how it all began. They met for coffee, and later caught a movie together. Fast forward seven months and they're dating pretty seriously. They're actually pretty well-matched. Good-looking, smart and educated. The proud offspring of resilient and hard-working Haitian-American families. Sabrina recently earned her MBA from Suffolk University which she transferred to after graduating from Emerson College. She's working for the Governor of Massachusetts as a Financial Analyst and Investigator. Basically, she keeps big business on its toes. And you know what? She is quite good at it. It's always so good to see Black men of intelligence, good looks and educational achievement paired up with equally educated, sexy, smart and downright fabulous Black women. Stefano and Sabrina are a match made in Caribbean Heaven, folks. Stefano loves Sabrina, and Sabrina loves Stefano deeply. The problem is that the passion has gone out of their relationship. They used to have raw, passionate sex three times a day. Now they're lucky if they get down once a week. How to remediate this unfortunate situation? We have the solution, folks! Stefano and Sabrina should rekindle their passion. Stefano took Sabrina to a nice restaurant, and they had a candlelit dinner. They had a nice meal, stellar conversation and later went dancing at a reggae club. Yeah, they had a good time. Then they went home for some hot sex. Once they got to the apartment, Stefano and Sabrina unleashed their passion. They quickly got naked, and got down and dirty. Stefano sat on the couch, stroking his long and thick, uncircumcised Black rod. Kneeling before him is the lovely Sabrina and she is quite busy. Sabrina is licking Stefano's dick while stroking his big Black balls. Once she had him nice and hard, she climbed on top of him. Stefano placed his hands upon her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy. Sabrina squealed as Stefano entered her and wrapped her arms around him, urging him to fuck her harder. Stefano slammed his dick into Sabrina's pussy, loving the feel of her moist, wet pussy around his manhood. What man doesn't love that feeling? He pumped his dick into her, and she squealed in delight. Later, he put her on all fours and smacked her big round ass while fucking her from behind. They even gave booty sex a shot. Sabrina happily spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and Stefano pressed his cock against her asshole. Slowly, he pushed his dick inside of her. Sabrina's anus felt warm and tight around Stefano's dick. You see, Sabrina isn't exactly a stranger to anal sex but this is something she does all the time. Stefano happily thrust his cock into his girlfriend's asshole just like any red-blooded 'real man' should. Sabrina groaned in pleasure and fingered her pussy as Stefano worked his dick into her asshole. She loved the feel of his cock in her booty hole and if loving it was wrong, then she didn't want to be right. They went at it until Stefano came, flooding his girlfriend's asshole. Their screams of passion filled the air. It was absolutely fantastic. Yeah, both Stefano and Sabrina like the booty juice. What do I mean by that? Follow me, folks. Sabrina is about to give her beloved Stefano a taste of his own medicine. First, though, she had to fetch her trusty strap-on dildo. Who says Black men don't like a little strap-on action every now and then? Stefano knelt before Sabrina and gave her strap-on dildo a good sucking. Sabrina stroked his hair while watching him suck her off. Then she put him on all fours to give him the fucking he so richly deserved. She lubricated his ass before inserting the dildo inside of him. Sabrina held Stefano's hips tightly as she thrust the dildo into his ass. Stefano grunted as Sabrina began working her dildo into his ass. Sabrina is a firm believer in gender equality in the Black community. If Black men can shove their dicks up Black women's butts, then Black women ought to be able to do the same to Black men. Stefano, a truly progressive brother, agrees wholeheartedly. Sabrina flipped Stefano on his back and raised his legs in the air. The sexy Black woman wanted to look into her man's eyes while thrusting her dildo into his ass. He groaned and stroked his member as he got fucked. He's a good sport about the whole thing. A really cool brother. That's why Sabrina stroked his dick gently while filling his ass up with her strap-on dildo. She was so cool that she let him clean her dildo with his tongue afterwards. And he did it happily. Afterwards, they kissed passionately and went to sleep.