0 comments/ 1739 views/ 4 favorites Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 01 By: Samuelx Try as I might, I can't help but being obsessed with lesbian sex, and for a Hijab-wearing, pious Somali Muslim sister like myself, that's quite a dilemma. My name is Amina Khalid and I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life as a Muslim woman in the Canadian Capital isn't easy, because of the expectations of my traditional Muslim family and the temptations and needs I have as a young Black woman. For all of the reasons, it's not easy to be me. If you saw me, you wouldn't give me a second look. Or perhaps you would. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, a bit chubby, with light brown skin and long curly black hair which I always tuck away under my Hijab. I'm a busty, curvy and big-bottomed chick, and I am thankful for the Islamic robes which hide my assets because I look good in them. I don't look good in form-fitting western clothing, not with those curves of mine. My father, Kader Khalid is Somali, and my mother, Elisabeth Monroe, is white. They met in college, and fell in love, got married and had little old me. My parents came from two different worlds. My father was born and raised in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and moved to Ontario, Canada, as a young man. My mother was born and raised in the small town of Oakville, Ontario, and moved to Ottawa for university studies. Fate brought them together, and I am the end result. Technically I am biracial, but I firmly embrace my Somali heritage and my Islamic faith. I am Muslim first and Canadian second, ladies and gentlemen. I don't apologize for my views. The Canadian government is really starting to target Muslim Canadians right now, and even though I was born in Ottawa, I don't think that's good enough for the racist Conservatives in power. To them, I will always be the cultural other. I might as well stand up for what I believe in. I study at Algonquin College with my friends Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali, a couple of Somali Muslim sisters I've known since my high school days. We are really close, and do everything together, from studying to hanging out at the mall and movie theater, and studying the Holy Book together. Sisterhood is a powerful bond between women, and it's a truly great thing among Muslim ladies such as ourselves. Imagine my surprise when I found out that Khadija and Fatima are lesbian lovers. This is beyond haram! As a Muslim woman, I find that absolutely disgusting because our Holy Book states that homosexuality and lesbianism are haram. Khadija and Fatima sat me down and explained to me that they fell in love, and discovered their lesbian identities with each other. I was stunned, because Muslim sisters like Khadija and Fatima aren't the type I typically imagine when I think of queer women. Khadija and Fatima are so normal, and they were the Hijab and traditional Islamic feminine attire, instead of, you know, typical lesbian gear. I thought that all queer women were short-haired, masculine and tattooed, like two gay white females who live in my neighborhood on Prince of Wales. I felt conflicted by what Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali revealed to me because they're my close friends and I wanted to keep their friendship. I am also a Muslim woman and the Holy Book states that men and women from the Ummah are supposed to keep their way pure, and avoid doing things that are haram. Honestly, I cannot think of anything more haram than two women having sex with each other, but I didn't want to judge Khadija and Fatima, so I didn't discuss their new queer romance. Still, try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali. Whenever I thought of queer women, I imagined the two of them....together, doing sexual and sinful things to each other. According to my Islamic faith, man was created for woman and woman was created for man. The idea that two Muslim women who wear the Hijab could be having lesbian sex with each other sickened me, or so I told myself at the time. One night, we went to the movies together at the Silver City Cineplex and sat together, as is our custom. Fatima stunned me by taking Khadija's hand in hers and then the two them smiled at each and kissed. I was really shocked, because, even though they told me they were both queer, they never displayed their queerness to me. Instead of being shocked or disgusted, I found it....beautiful. May Jannah forgive me but when Khadija's lips touched Fatima's, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. After the movie, we went to the nearby Blair Shopping Center and grabbed some Chinese food, then we sat down and ate. Looking at Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali, I apologized to them for my narrow-minded views. Seriously, I had no right to be so mean to them. Smiling, Khadija told me she forgave me, as did Fatima. We exchanged a heartfelt hug, all three of us, and then I went home. The next time I went to the Masjid, I prayed for clarity. While exiting the Masjid, I ran into another friend of mine. Nadeeya Osman and I have known each other for years, but she's always been one of those people I disapproved of. For starters, Nadeeya is a total tomboy who wears pants and never covers her hair the way a proper Muslim sister is supposed to. This chick plays basketball for the University of Ottawa. I used to tease Nadeeya for her westernized ways and we argued endlessly over things. I wouldn't say I considered Nadeeya a friend because we butted heads over issues of religion and politics. Nevertheless, I was raised to be polite and a true Muslim sister greets her Muslim sisters, even the wayward ones. Walking up to Nadeeya, I greeted her warmly. Nadeeya smiled at me, and we ended up walking together to the nearest bus stop. For some reason, I told Nadeeya about Khadija and Amina, and to my immense shock, Nadeeya didn't condemn them. Looking into my eyes, Nadeeya told me that love between women is a beautiful thing. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled nervously, then asked Nadeeya about her sexual orientation. With a wicked grin on her pretty face, Nadeeya Osman, the tall, dark-skinned and short-haired Somali tomboy confirmed what I'd already begun to suspect. My suspicions were right on the money. Nadeeya Osman is a lesbian. Wow, what the fuck is going on in the City of Ottawa? Smiling, Nadeeya Osman drew closer to me and took my face into her hands. My heart thundered in my chest but I did not shrink from Nadeeya as she approached. In fact, I wrapped my arms around her and then, amazingly, we kissed. My first time kissing another female, ladies and gentlemen. When we came up for air, Nadeeya and I looked at each other and smiled. Laughing, we boarded the bus. I didn't know it at the time but Nadeeya Osman and I were destined to be together. What a pair we made. The tall, tomboyish Somali chick and the pious, chubby and repressed, Hijab-wearing brown gal. We were as different as can be. Two young women from a conservative Islamic background, destined to become lesbian lovers. We are as Mother Nature herself made us. Of course, it would take me a long time to accept that. The journey begins now. Join us. Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 02 I absolutely love closet cases, I thought to myself as I kissed Amina Khalid, this tall, brown-skinned, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim cutie I've had in my sights for some time now. I seriously have a thing for bossy, loud and argumentative, deeply religious Muslim broads. They're terrific in bed, I don't know if their religiosity or something else. Whatever it is, I really, really like it. Before we go any further, I guess introductions are most definitely in order. My name is Nadeeya Osman, a Somali-Canadian tomboy, proud dyke and all-around Jock living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend the University of Ottawa, and basketball is my life. Well, basketball and cute girls, of course. Can't have life without my ruling passions, you know? Earlier, I went to the Masjid in Nepean for the first time in ages. If that surprises me, then fuck you. I am a Muslim and a lesbian, and even women like myself need the Creator in our lives. Never make assumptions about people that you don't know. It's a good thing I went to the Masjid because I ended up running into a sinfully sexy Somali chick I've lusted after for some time now. Looking into Amina's lovely eyes, I saw a wanton need there, and smiled. We boarded the bus, and then headed back to my place. Supposedly, I brought Amina there to chit chat, but come on, I think in the back of her Hijab-covered head, the curvaceous ingénue knew what she was in for. I love picking up girls, especially the deeply religious ones. Why else would a die-hard dyke like me attending Islamic community events? Sure, I was raised Muslim but I wouldn't call myself the most religious member of the Deen. I am lucky to have parents who understand. Most Muslim lesbians and bisexual Muslim women aren't that lucky. My father, Omar Osman, is a great guy. He taught me how to play basketball and encouraged me in high school and college. When I came out to him about the whole loving women thing, my Dad was supportive. My mother, Munira Osman, is deeply conservative and to this day, she refuses to talk to me because, as an openly lesbian Muslim, I am the definition of haram. So much for the stereotype about Muslim men, eh? My Muslim father supports me, his proud lesbian daughter, and my mother hates me for the way I live my life. Proof that people are individuals, and one should never generalize or leap to conclusions. I love my Dad, and I can't stand mommy dearest. No, I won't apologize for this. Amina Khalid and I went to my place, and I sat her down, offered her a Pepsi and we talked for a bit. Apparently, Amina just found out that her close friends Fatima Ali and Khadija Hussein are closet lesbians. I could have told her that. Amina must really be sexually naïve, I guess. I mean, her best lady friends went everywhere together. If that's not a damn clue, I don't know what is. Amina is deliciously clueless about all things lesbian. I really, really love that in a woman. Look, if you are what I am, a woman who loves women, it's really not hard to spot other women who have the inclination to eat pussy once in a while. Just call it an innate talent for spotting one's own kind. Lesbians and bisexual women are everywhere, and the Islamic world is no different. There are lesbians who wear the Hijab. Those are my favorite kind. I swear, Hijabis scream louder than other girls when I'm licking their pussies. As a dyke connoisseur, I definitely know what I am talking about. As we sat on the couch, Amina and I had a nice time talking. I wanted to do more than just talk, though. Seriously, with a cute body like hers, and an ass to die for, Amina was just begging to be fucked. And I definitely wanted to be the woman to fuck her. Taking Amina's lovely hand in mine, I brought it to my lips. Amina giggled softly, and then we kissed again. Somehow, Amina and I ended up on the carpeted floor of my living room, and at last, I had the Somali Hijabi right where I wanted her. Slowly we undressed each other. Well, I got naked, while Amina, who was a bit self-conscious about her chubby body, stayed partially dressed. I hate it when some chicks do that but I didn't want to pressure Amina. I wanted her too much for that. The last thing I wanted to do was piss Amina off. I assured Amina that she was beautiful, and then, slowly, the Somali cutie began to relax. I kissed Amina and sucked on her big tits while spreading those thick thighs of hers. Amina spread her thighs wide, welcoming me inside of her. I began fingering her already wet cunt while licking her tits. Soon I had Amina moaning in pleasure as I worked my magic on her. Ladies and gentlemen, I definitely know my way around the female body and there's nothing I love more than pleasuring newbies. There's something unique about a queer woman being pleasured by another woman for the first time. I don't know why but I can't get enough of it. Taking my sweet time, I kissed Amina's sweet lips, and then kissed my way down to her breasts, and finally, I reached the space between her legs. The hot spot, as I call it. I inhaled the scent of Amina's cunt, and then went in to explore. A world of woman opened up to me, as Amina begged me to lick her. As if a horny dyke like myself needed any encouragement! Burying my face between Amina Khalid's thick thighs, I began eating her pussy like my life depended on it. Amina moaned softly and caressed the back of my head as I licked her, and I licked her, tasting her wonderful womanly juices. No two women smell or taste alike down below, and I absolutely loved Amina's taste and fragrance. I fingered Amina's cunt and delighted to hear her cry out my name. I ate Amina's pussy and didn't let up until the big, beautiful Somali chick begged for mercy. Much later, Amina and I lay side by side, spent. Amina couldn't shut up about how awesome lesbian sex was, or how long she'd secretly been dreaming of it. I smiled politely, wishing Amina would shut up. I like Amina, I do, I know she's new to the game but this Hijabi broad didn't even ask me if she could lick my pussy. Nor did Amina do anything other than lie there and let herself be pleasured without returning the favor. I am going to have to teach Amina Khalid a thing or two, of course. Still, the tall, chubby, brown-skinned Somali Hijabi has great potential. I see in Amina the same thing an experienced lesbian lady friend of mine once saw in actress and television personality Rosie O'Donnell. Amina is going to make one hell of a dyke, and that thick, heart-shaped ass of hers is going to be fun to play with. All in good time, though. Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 03 May Jannah forgive me, I simply cannot stop these lustful thoughts which swirl around my head whenever I look at an attractive female. Since I've had sex with a woman for the first time, and Nadeeya Osman, of all women, my life has changed. My name is Amina Khalid, and I'm a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got one hell of a story to share with you folks today. The worlds of Islam and lesbianism aren't supposed to mix. That's what I was taught. We Muslims are supposed to live a certain way, and homosexuality and lesbianism definitely aren't part of it. I used to believe that one cannot be lesbian and a Muslim. Now I am not so sure. There are lots of queer women in the City of Ottawa, and the Islamic community is full of them. That's what I am discovering these days. Ever since Nadeeya Osman and I first had sex, life hasn't been the same. I find myself craving what she does, and I've come back to her, again and again. Nadeeya Osman, the tall, short-haired, athletic Somali chick whom I used to mock for her tomboyish style and western ways because I considered myself a proper Muslim sister, never venturing out of the house without my Hijab, or my Holy Book. Nadeeya Osman, the young Muslim woman who brought intense pleasure and lots of confusion into this carefully ordered life of mine. I am a prim and proper Somali Muslim sister. I go to school, I go to work and I go to the Masjid. I shun the company of unrelated members of the opposite sex. Those are the things that a good Muslim sister is supposed to do. Dear readers, I am sincere when I say that I believe in following the rules of my Islamic faith. I do Saleh five times a day. I follow the teachings of the Prophet, peace be upon him. Yet I am plagued with sexual thoughts of women. As a Muslim woman, I consider lesbianism to be absolutely haram. Yet I am afraid that I am becoming a lesbian! The only people I told about my budding relationship with Nadeeya Osman are my close friends Fatima Ali and Khadija Hussein. You see, recently, I discovered that Fatima Ali and Khadija Hussein, my close friends and fellow students at Algonquin College, are lesbian lovers. They encouraged me to explore my feelings for Nadeeya. It's good to have supportive friends, I guess. Nadeeya and I have lots of fun together. I am discovering lots of new, fascinating things about my body, my sexuality and myself, and it's all because of her. I was once hesitant when Nadeeya brought me to bed, and we both got naked, and she spread her strong, athletic thighs invitingly. Nodding at me, Nadeeya brought her hairy cunt close to my face. I looked at Nadeeya's pussy hungrily. Slowly, I brought my face closer to it, and then, tentatively, I began to lick and finger it. Part of me felt nervous but a greater part of me felt excited as Nadeeya ordered me to lick her pussy. I did as I was told, and I must say, it wasn't so bad. The taste of Nadeeya's cunt was absolutely wonderful. I licked and fingered Nadeeya, tasting and exploring that hot pussy of hers, and soon the tall, sexy tomboy began moaning and crying out my name. Sliding my fingers into Nadeeya's cunt, I began exploring her womanly folds. Nadeeya Osman and I had ourselves some fun, and I was delighted to be the one bringing her pleasure. All those other times that we'd had sex, Nadeeya had been the one to pleasure me. Amazingly, I made Nadeeya cum, and the sexy tomboy cried out in pleasure. The sight of an orgasmic woman is a beautiful thing, ladies and gentlemen. Afterwards, Nadeeya pulled me close and kissed me. We're fast becoming addicted to each other, as you can see. Nadeeya can't enough of this body of mine, and I can't tell you how happy I am about this. I'm a tall, busty and big-bottomed, curvy brown chick in a world that worships short, skinny white chicks. I wear the Hijab and the traditional long skirts that traditional Muslim women are supposed to wear not just because I'm a devout Muslim but because I know they hide my chubby body well. Nadeeya taught me to love my curvy body and I can't thank her enough for it. Earlier, Nadeeya told me to get naked and sit on her face. I was shocked when my favorite Muslim tomboy asked this of me, but I complied anyway. Naked, I sat on Nadeeya's lovely face, and the sexy gal began licking my asshole while fingering my pussy. I was stunned, but soon found myself moaning in pleasure as Nadeeya worked her magic on me. Seriously, Nadeeya knows her way around the female body, and I can't get enough of all the sexy things she does to me. Nadeeya put me on all fours and caressed, licked and fondled that big brown butt of mine, and then the sexy Muslim tomboy donned a strap-on dildo and fucked me with it. I gasped as Nadeeya gripped those wide hips of mine firmly and began fucking me with gusto, burying that strap-on dildo deep inside my hungry pussy. I cried out in pleasure as Nadeeya fucked me, and we went at it for hours, until exhaustion finally claimed us. When I lie in Nadeeya Osman's arms, I don't feel unhappy or sinful, even though I know that lesbian sex is considered haram by most Muslims. I, Amina Khalid of Ottawa, am a Hijab-wearing Muslim sister who loves other Muslim women. I am beginning to accept the fact that I am a lesbian, and it's okay. Life goes on. There are plenty of women like me out there, Muslim women who love women, and the world isn't ending because of it. Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 04 Can a Muslim lesbian be addicted to sex? I am honestly starting to think so. My name is Amina Khalid, a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and a while ago, I discovered the truth about myself. I am a Muslim woman, I am queer, and a dedicated student at Algonquin College in suburban Nepean. Oh, and I have something which I must confess, ladies and gentlemen. What is that confession, you may be wondering? Alright, here goes nothing. Please take a deep breath before you read these lines. I'm that rare Somali Hijabi who can't get enough of smoking hot lesbian sex. My girlfriend Nadeeya Osman is away in the City of Montreal, Quebec, for a basketball tournament, and in her absence, I am feeling dangerously horny. Seriously, Nadeeya Osman is wickedly good in bed and this foxy tomboy knows how to set my world on fire. I love eating Nadeeya's sweet pussy and having her eat mine. Oh, and don't even get me started on Nadeeya's strap-on game. Nadeeya is so damn good at fucking me with her strap-on dildo that I almost think that she was born with it. Small wonder I miss her so damn much! Friday night, I went to the Masjid and prayed, and then I decided that I didn't want to go home just yet. What's a bored, horny Muslim lesbian chick to do? I missed Nadeeya terribly and I didn't feel like being alone in my room. I called Nadeeya three times and my cutie didn't answer because she's nuts about basketball and didn't need me distracting her. That left me bored, and more than a bit peeved. I went over to my friend Khadija Hussein's house, and when I knocked on the door, nobody came to answer. Since the door was slightly ajar, like the nosy Somali chick that I am, I let myself in. I went into the house, and found Khadija getting busy in her living room with her girlfriend Fatima Ali. I stood there, and watched the two of them go at it. Oh my, it was absolutely the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Khadija Hussein lay on the carpeted floor, stark naked, her legs spread as her girlfriend Fatima Ali busied herself licking her pussy. Khadija moaned softly and rubbed her small breasts together while Fatima pleasured her. It got so hot that I started fingering my own pussy without even realizing it. I stood there in the darkness, and got so turned on, you would not believe it. Things got definitely dicey for a moment, for I accidentally made some noise while fingering my cunt, and Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali looked up and saw me standing there. It certainly made for a funny sight. I'm a tall, brown-skinned Muslim chick in Hijab and traditional long skirt, with my hand in my pussy as I watched my two Muslim lesbian friends going at it with each other. Can you say busted? I stood there, absolutely frozen in shock as Khadija and Fatima watched me, with amused smiles on their pretty faces. I couldn't think of anything to say. I was totally busted, for real. Lucky for me, Khadija and Fatima had a sense of humor about things and not only forgave me for my voyeurism but they invited me to join in on the fun. My best friends are the best, aren't they? Smiling, I looked at Khadija and Fatima, who watched me lustfully as I undressed. First I took off my Hijab, finally letting my hair down, then my bra and panties. I jettisoned my traditional Islamic long robe and tossed it aside. Naked, I put my hands on my hips, and then leapt into my friends waiting arms. Time for us Somali Muslim lesbians to have ourselves some fun! Seriously, threesomes is what us lesbians do best. Had I known how much fun chick on chick on chick fun was, I would have tried it a long time ago. I lay on the carpet, kissing Khadija, who fondled my breasts, while Fatima licked and fingered my pussy after spreading my thick thighs wide open. Later, Khadija sat on my face and I licked her juicy, sweaty asshole while fingering that hot, wet pussy of hers. While I pleasured Khadija Hussein with my mouth, delighting on the feel of her big ass on my face, her girlfriend Fatima Ali wasn't inactive. The foxy Somali chick donned a strap-on dildo, a phallic brown one modeled after the penis of African-American porn legend Lexington Steele, and fucked me with it. I felt the power and strength of Fatima's phallic toy as she thrust deep into me, and my pussy was filled with it. Fatima Ali fucked me with gusto, slamming the strap-on dildo deep into my cunt. I would have screamed passionately but my mouth was otherwise occupied. You see, I had a mouthful of Khadija Hussein's cunt and, um, I couldn't scream even if I wanted to. We switched things around, and it was Fatima's turn to get fucked with the strap-on dildo, and Khadija wielded it with an authority and grace that my butch girlfriend Nadeeya couldn't have matched. While Khadija Hussein fucked her girlfriend Fatima Ali with the strap-on dildo, I got behind Khadija, and had myself a plate of her deliciously thick Somali ass. We Somali women have got the best butts in the Horn of Africa, and Khadija's was particularly delicious-looking, plump and definitely inviting. I licked Khadija's big butt and then spread her big butt cheeks, fingering and then licking her asshole. Khadija purred happily as I licked her asshole, and then she smacked Fatima's butt while thrusting the dildo into her. Khadija Hussein strap-on fucked Fatima Ali with vigor, until the Somali gal cried out, orgasmic, and soon Khadija was doing some screaming of her very own because I stuck my tongue into her cunt while jamming two fingers into her asshole. Lesbian sex, it's much better when it's a team effort, wouldn't you say? In the end, the three of us lay on the floor, sweaty, reeking of each other's womanly juices, happy as can be. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I, Amina Khalid, born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to a Somali Muslim immigrant father and a white Canadian mother, am finally learning to embrace my lesbian identity. I owe it all to my close friends ( and now so much more ) Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali. I do miss my sexy butch Muslim girlfriend Nadeeya Osman, but I'll get by while she's in Montreal. Life is all about noticing opportunities and seizing them when they come your way. Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 05 What's up people? My name is Nadeeya Osman, Somali-Canadian Muslim, die-hard tomboy, proud lesbian and student-athlete residing in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The other day, I went to the City of Montreal, Quebec, for a university basketball tournament and while I was in la belle province, I had some unexpected fun with my teammate Afaf Lahoud, a Lebanese chick I've known for years. Let's just say that Afaf Lahoud and I definitely play for the same team, in more ways than one. Also, we're the only Muslims on the women's basketball team at the university. Alright, folks, I don't mean to brag but I definitely have a way with the ladies. I prefer to go after the difficult and deeply repressed ones. That complex woman who knows she's gay but abstains from lesbian sex for religious or social reasons. I find repressed women's pussies taste better on my tongue. Last week, I ran into Amina Khalid, a tall, brown-skinned Somali Hijabi with a seriously fat ass whom I've had my eyes on for some time. We don't run in the same circles because Amina is one of those Hijab-wearing, super-religious Muslim broads and I am definitely not of the same clique. Among Somalis in the City of Ottawa, I am considered an outcast because I'm a die-hard tomboy, only show up at Masjid when I feel like it, and I don't play by anyone's rules but my own. Amina Khalid, the wonderfully thick Somali Hijabi turned out to be a lot of fun. I approached her as I saw her exiting the mosque, if you can believe that. Amina's got an ass so fine I couldn't resist. I brought her home for some fun, and totally turned this bitch out. Amina's pussy tasted wonderful. I don't care if a woman calls herself straight or lesbian or bisexual, nor do I care what color she is or what religion she follows, if I want that pussy I will find a way to get it. Amina Khalid was a lot of fun, but I am the lesbian version of a "player" and I wasn't about to go on a pussy hunger strike while in Montreal. That's why I put the moves on Afaf Lahoud, a fine-looking Arab broad who's been making doe eyes at me for some time. Like a lot of Somali lesbians, I find Arab lesbians attractive, but I prefer a challenge instead of a lovesick broad who's begging me to take the cookie. Still, I was far from the City of Ottawa, my old stomping grounds, and I didn't know of any lesbian bars or nightclubs in Montreal. What do I mean by that? Oh, simply that beggars cannot be choosers. So when Afaf came to me, I welcomed the lovelorn Arab chick to my hotel room, and had myself some fun. Just what I needed to get Amina Khalid out of my system, folks. I lay on the bed, stark naked, rubbing my tits together and fingering my pussy while Afaf Lahoud put on a show for me. I don't typically like the whole lesbian strip tease thing but Afaf's got a banging body. Tall, with light bronze skin, long curly black hair and light brown eyes, her curvy naked body glistening in the dim light, Afaf definitely had her charms. I gestured for her to come to me and Afaf grinned seductively, then did as she was told. Time for Miss Lebanon here to show me what she's made of. Typically, I like to be the boss in the bedroom, but tonight was a bit different. I don't know how I ended up on all fours, getting my ass spanked and licked by a very horny and delightfully bossy Afaf, but I kind of liked it. Afaf began licking my asshole while fingering my wet, hairy pussy. Good thing I just showered because otherwise things might have run less smoothly. I was moaning in pleasure as Afaf ate my ass like a pro. Seriously, lesbian sex is frigging awesome and there are so many ways of doing it, and I'm happy to say that I am open to most of them. After Afaf finished polishing my wet pussy and sweaty asshole with her tongue, I returned the favor. I licked the sexy Lebanese mama from her head to her toes, and had Afaf moaning and crying out as I worked three fingers then a fourth into that hairy cunt of hers. After making Afaf Lahoud scream my name, I decided to finish Miss Lebanon off. I donned my favorite strap-on dildo, and then told Afaf to assume the position. Grinning wickedly, Afaf got on all fours and I got behind her. I smacked Afaf's thick Lebanese derriere for fun, and she giggled girlishly as I eased my strap-on dildo into her cunt. I gripped Afaf's hips tightly as I slammed the strap-on dildo deep into her cunt. Ladies and gentlemen, in my twenty years upon this earth, I have fucked a lot of women. Black women. White women. Arab women. Hispanic women. Persian women. Turkish women. Aboriginal Canadian women. Christian. Jewish. Muslim. I fucked them all, but I have never heard a woman scream as loudly as Afaf Lahoud, seriously! I fucked Afaf hard, and then switched things up, for I wanted to look into her face while fucking her. I shoved Afaf on her back and she wrapped her long, athletic legs around my torso. Afaf caressed my tits as I fucked her, and I batted her hands away. The Lebanese broad locked eyes with me, and I kissed her passionately, then slapped her face. Afaf laughed and then kissed me, and then surprised me by slapping my own ass. Well, alright, folks, I won't try to act like I am not impressed. This Arab chick was definitely full of surprises. I kind of like that in a woman, especially in the bedroom. I fucked Afaf real hard, and my Lebanese diva gave as good as she got, and it was definitely a night for the ages. I've got no complaints, people, Afaf Lahoud absolutely rocked. I definitely had fun in Montreal. When I get back to Ottawa, I'm definitely going to add Afaf to my list of top secret, on-call pussy providers. Every lesbian player has one of those. Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 06 As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Amina Khalid, and I'm a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study at Algonquin College, and these days, ladies and gentlemen, life simply couldn't be better. I recently discovered that I am a lesbian, a fact that I am slowly learning to accept. There are many women like me in the Muslim community, I'm just more honest about it than most. The way I figure it, the Muslim community is like any other community out there. We have our share of lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals and gays. I am that prototypical Muslim sister who wears the Hijab and traditional Islamic feminine robe everywhere she goes. I walk around with the Holy Book of my Faith tucked under my arm, and I can recite every word it contains by heart. I am a good Muslim sister. I also feel sexually and emotionally attracted to other women. It is possible to be Hijab-wearing Muslim woman and a dyke. Believe me, it does happen. With my girlfriend Nadeeya Osman away in the City of Montreal, Quebec, on a basketball tournament, what's a horny lesbian to do? I am twenty years old and sex is something new to me. Before Nadeeya, I hadn't even kissed a woman. In the few months since we've gotten together, I have begun to explore my sexuality. Sex with Nadeeya is fun, and my favorite Somali Muslim butch lesbian definitely knows how to lay it down, but I'm curious about what else is out there. After the steamy threesome I had with my close friends and fellow lesbians Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali, I can't get enough of the female body. I want to have sex with more women. Lesbian sex is absolutely awesome and I want to explore it in all of its forms and splendors. It's a good thing that there is no shortage of lesbians in the Muslim community. Let the wicked fun continue, ladies and gentlemen. I went to the Masjid the other day, and I prayed alongside the other Muslim sisters in the women's corner. Just another Hijab-wearing, conservatively attired Muslim sister, doing Saleh like a proper Muslim should. As I exited the Masjid, someone hollered my name. I turned around and saw this tall, good-looking Somali lady named Maimuna. The lady in question is a good friend of my aunt Zahra Khalid, and I felt a pleasurable frisson when she walked up to me and hugged me. Understand that I've known Maimuna for a long time now, for she is close friends with my aunt Zahra and my mother. I had always found the tall, attractive, elegantly attired Somali lady fascinating, but couldn't quite put my finger on the reason why. I found Maimuna attractive, but didn't know what to make of my feelings for her. How could I? I didn't even understand myself at the time. Maimuna is one of those religious Somali Muslim sisters I know. The lady's Instagram is full of pictures of her trip to Makkah and Medina for Hajj, the sacred trip which all Muslims are supposed to undertake at least once in their lifetime. All these things came to mind as Maimuna approached me, and we embraced and started talking about our lives. Truth be told, I hadn't seen Maimuna in quite some time. The six-foot-tall, curvy and lovely, thirty-something, Amazon-like Somali lady told me about all the things that had happened to her recently. Maimuna worked at a government office for a time, making decent money, then she got leg go due to budget cuts. The Conservative government has been getting rid of a lot of people in government offices across Ottawa, and you know us brown people are the ones they love to get rid of. I sympathized with Maimuna as she told me these things because as a brown female in lily-white Ottawa, I know all about how women like us are considered expendable. If you're a university-educated person of color with ambition in Ontario, Canada, you're the last hired and the first fired. It's simply the way of things in supposedly liberal and tolerant Canada. Welcome to our world. Maimuna and I went to the nearby Bay Shore Mall and grabbed lunch, and caught up. I felt giddy, sitting across from Maimuna inside the Bay Shore Mall's crowded food court. This tall, lovely Somali sister is so smart, funny and well-traveled, and yet Maimuna was friendly and humble, rather than full of herself, unlike some Muslim sisters I know. So much that, well, I did something which stunned us both. When Maimuna asked me how life was going, I told her about my recent realization and slow acceptance of my emerging lesbian identity. I don't know who was more surprised, Maimuna or myself. Smiling at me, Maimuna gently laid her hand on mine, looked into my eyes and then told me that she understood. I looked into Maimuna's eyes and that's when I knew. Maimuna, the tall and lovely Somali Hijabi with the Amazon-like body was like me. A woman who loves women. I smiled and Maimuna returned my smile, and I knew at once that interesting times were upon us. Fate is funny, wouldn't you say? As I said before, I only recently acknowledged my lesbian identity and I am delighted by the wonders of lesbian sex. That's why I went home with Maimuna, and had myself some fun with the tall, simply gorgeous, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim Amazon. We smiled at each other as we walked to her place. Maimuna lives in a tall building about five minutes from the Bay Shore Shopping Center and nearby OC Transpo Bus Station. Once we got to her place, Maimuna and I didn't do much talking. We started kissing and groping each other in the elevator, and then once we got into her apartment, on the seventh floor, we got right down to business. We undressed each other, and began exploring each other's bodies. I marveled at the sight of Maimuna's tall, curvy loveliness. My eyes drank in her lovely face, curvy body, big tits, thick round ass, and long, thick and sexy legs. A world of woman which I was dying to explore. Grinning, Maimuna drew me into her arms, and we kissed passionately. Falling into Maimuna's bed, we did our thing. Maimuna got on top of me, and we kissed, and I caressed her big, firm and absolutely breasts. Maimuna moaned softly as I worked my magic on her. Maimuna giggled as I playfully slapped that thick Somali derriere of hers, and then delighted me by sitting on my face. I proceeded to lick Maimuna's pussy and fingering that tight asshole of hers. Ladies and gentlemen, I've got a sexual confession to make. I am a big-booty Somali Muslim lesbian and I absolutely love getting freaky with other big-booty Somali Muslim females. Maimuna had an ass that was absolutely magnificent, and I loved the smell, taste and feel of it. Later, I put Maimuna on all fours, spread those thick ass cheeks of hers wide open and licked her asshole. Maimuna cried out in pleasure as I worked my magic on her. Maimuna was proving to be delightfully submissive, something which amazed and thrilled me because she's so tall and bodacious. I loved having this curvy gal as my sexual pet, seriously. I donned a strap-on dildo and fucked Maimuna with it, kissing her and fondling her tits while Maimuna wrapped those big, strong legs of hers around me as I fucked her with gusto. I like that kind of passion in a woman, seriously. After giving Maimuna's cunt a good fucking, we got into the sixty nine position and Maimuna licked and fingered my ass while I ate her pussy. The highlight of the evening came when I sat on Maimuna's ass, and the mature Somali gal licked my pussy and asshole like a condemned woman eating her last meal. What can I say? I like a woman who can eat pussy and ass with the best of them. Frigging hot, right? Maimuna is something else, ladies and gentlemen. After all the mean and wicked things we did, the tall Somali broad still wasn't sated. You should have seen the look on my face when Maimuna asked me to fuck her in the ass. What do you think my reply was? I smiled and grabbed some Aloe Cream from Maimuna's night stand, while the tall Somali Amazon got on all fours, ready to play. Donning the strap-on dildo once more, I kissed Maimuna's thick, round ass and then fingered her asshole before lubricating it good and prosper. I gripped Maimuna by those wide, sexy hips of hers and worked the dildo slowly into that asshole of hers. Maimuna definitely was no stranger to butt fucking, since the dildo went in relatively easily. The sight of Maimuna's thick round ass swallowing my strap-on dildo caused my pussy to twitch in excitement. I began to fuck Maimuna with gusto, since she was begging me for it. I fucked her hard, and even pulled on Maimuna's long black hair, freed from her Hijab at last, while fucking her in the ass with my strap-on dildo. We went at it until Maimuna squealed in orgasmic, then begged for mercy. We both had a very good time. Ladies and gentlemen, I am having a good time in the City of Ottawa. I, Amina Khalid, born and raised Muslim, am loving lesbian life in the Capital. I'm out to a few people, and they're all like me. Other Muslim women who love women. Maimuna and I are definitely going to be meeting regularly for some fun, and it's nobody's business what is going on between us. We're Muslim lesbians, and since the world isn't ready for us, we have to be discrete. It's fun, isn't it? Welcome to our world. Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 07 The Somali word for lesbian is Qaniisad, and it's often used as a slur for non-conformist females in Somali culture. I used to get teased by other Somali youths in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where I grew up. I've always been different from other girls, and words like "tomboy" and "masculine chick" got tossed my way often. In later years, I tried to "normalize" myself but even in a Hijab and long skirt, I am what I am. Mother Nature essentially made me this way, you see. For the longest time I struggled with my lesbian identity, my Islamic faith and my Somali cultural heritage. Can one be lesbian and a Muslim? Can one be Somali and a queer woman? Ask any Muslim, especially the ones in Canada, and they'll tell you that they consider homosexuality and lesbianism to be western ( read white ) vices, and the type of behaviors that a true Muslim should avoid at all cost. If they only knew... My name is Manal Barre, and I'm a young Somali-Canadian Muslim gal with a story to share with you. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia, but I've lived with my parents Ahmed and Khadija Barre in Ontario, Canada, for as long as I can remember. I recently graduated from the University of Ottawa with a bachelor's degree in political science. Someone forgot to tell me that nobody's hiring inexperienced young people nowadays. Seriously, I didn't suffer through four and a half years of university to end up working on the night shift at Loblaw's but that's life in the Canadian capital for you. I know of a Moroccan dude named Ibrahim, who has an MBA from Carleton University and up until recently, he was working at Tim Horton's. Ibrahim got a call center job recently and considers himself lucky. Life isn't kind for us visible minorities in the City of Ottawa, seriously. The capital is changing but the more things change, the more they stay the same. If you're black and have a university degree in the City of Ottawa, employers avoid you like the proverbial plague. From what I'm told, the rest of Ontario isn't much different. In the City of Toronto, you see a lot of successful professionals who are visible minorities, but discrimination still exists. Welcome to Canada. These days, I'm working at Loblaw's just to pay the bills because a sister needs to eat, you know? Besides, I've got six months until the Canadian government starts hassling me to pay back my OSAP student loans. The clock is ticking, ladies and gentlemen. The crew at Loblaw's is mostly male and mostly white, and as a tall, chubby East African Muslim lesbian, things are hard for me. The guys on the crew are racist douche bags. Even though I seldom wear the Hijab nowadays, I still consider myself a proud Muslim. So when a middle-aged portly white dude starts talking trash about the Muslim presence in Ottawa, I felt compelled to get in the fool's face and tell him to shut the fuck up. What did my boss do? The asshole sided with the racist old white dude, and the matter got dismissed. Welcome to Canada, folks. In this country, the bigots watch each other's backs and the game is rigged against people of color. That's just the awful truth. I can't afford to quit my job at Loblaw's because rent in South Keys, where I live, isn't exactly cheap. I live in a one-bedroom spot with shared accommodations and it costs five hundred a month. That's not even counting hydro and other utilities. Seriously, I should have studied something like law or business at the University of Ottawa. Bet you I'd have a better job than the one I got now, eh? Oh, well. Regrets, I've definitely had more than a few. Whenever it's break time at work, I head to the nearby Tim Horton's, and there I see my favorite cashier. A tall, curvy and big-bottomed, brown-skinned Somali sister whose pretty face is framed in a most lovely way by her Hijab. Amina Khalid, a gal I met while visiting my cousin Kader at Algonquin College. I thought that Amina might be into girls but since she's a Hijabi, I dismissed the thought because the last thing a dyke like me is some ultra-religious Muslim broad bringing chaos into my life with her religious issues. That's what I told myself, at least. I continue to drop by the Tim Horton's for coffee, and also to chat up Amina. I've got the big-booty Somali sister's schedule memorized. For some reason, I am really attracted to Hijabis. You'd never catch me wearing Hijab, except when I'm trying to make a political statement at work or at school. Still, I must admit that I definitely wanted a piece of Amina Khalid, and I was determined to get it. Imagine my surprise when Amina Khalid invited me to come to her place one night, when I showed up at the coffee shop shortly before closing time. Now, I'm a butch lesbian through and true, and usually I'm the one who picks up girls and seduces them. Totally part of my repertoire, ladies and gentlemen. Amina Khalid has femme written all over her curvy, sexy body, and typically butch women like myself do the chasing while femmes get chased. Amina flipped the script on me...and I loved it! As soon as we got to her place, Amina Khalid, the soft-spoken, polite and friendly, Hijab-wearing Somali sister turned into a maelstrom of passion. Grabbing me, Amina kissed me passionately and drew me to her king-sized bed, where she proceeded to undress me. I lay stark naked before Amina, who proceeded to lick me from my head to my toes. Typically, as a butch lesbian, I do the licking but I did enjoy having the tables turned on me. Amina kissed my lips then massaged my tits before sucking on them, pinching my nipples and causing me to shudder all over. I cried out in pleasure as Amina worked her fingers into my cunt after spreading my strong, athletic thighs wide open. This Hijabi definitely knew her way around the female body, a fact which absolutely delighted me. For I knew I was in good hands. Amina knew how to take care of a horny sister like myself. Amina laid down the law, seriously. This bossy Somali femme spread my thighs and licked my pussy so damn well, she made my toes curl. I cried out in orgasmic delight as Amina licked my cunt while fingering me with gusto. I was screaming like a madwoman and I was beyond caring if Amina's neighbors heard us. For I was getting my freak on, thanks to this foxy Somali gal. Afterwards, Amina Khalid donned her strap-on dildo, put me on all fours, smacked the hell out of my thick Somali butch lesbian ass, and fucked me with it. I cried out passionately as Amina grabbed my hair and spanked my ass while slamming her dildo into my cunt. Femme tops butch, it's deliciously wicked, and I absolutely loved it. Once we finished having our wicked fun, Amina Khalid and I exchanged a hug and kiss, then parted ways. I hope we hook up again. Perhaps we will or perhaps we won't. Given her excellent strap-on game and superior pussy eating skills, Amina Khalid is definitely no stranger to banging women. Well, this tall, cute and curvy Hijabi can consider me one of her devoted fans. I can't wait to have Amina tear that pussy up at least one more time. Yes, this Hijabi chick is that good! Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 08 This is so deliciously haram, I thought to myself as I buried my face between Esther Jean-Pierre's shapely thighs and inhaled the unique fragrance of her womanly scent. The brown-skinned, sexily nerdy, bespectacled young Haitian-Canadian Christian woman moaned softly as I began licking her pussy. I have never tasted Haitian pussy before, but if Esther here is any indication, then Haitian pussy tastes just as delicious as a Somali woman's pussy. A marvelous discovery, I'd say. As a bona-fide lesbian and a practicing Muslim, I am a connoisseur of such things. I love pussy. Love the way it looks, how it smells and most definitely how it tastes. Pussy, it's where I came from, it's where you came from, it's how every human being comes into this world from time immemorial. How can anyone not love pussy? Beats me, but, ladies and gentlemen, for every pussy you don't lick, I'm going to lick four. Esther Jean-Pierre licked her sweet lips and caressed the back of my Hijab-covered head and urged me to continue what I was doing. With my tongue buried deep inside Esther's cunt, all I could do was nod. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Amina Khalid. A tall, curvy and sexy yet pious Somali Muslim sister living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. When I'm not at Algonquin College studying, I'm getting t the mac on the pretty ladies like Esther here. Lying on the king-sized bed, stretching luxuriously, Esther Jean-Pierre was a vision of absolute beauty. With her hands rubbing her small, firm breasts together, Esther simply took my breath away. Indeed, I wanted this cutie from the first time I looked at her. I went to the University of Ottawa for an interfaith discussion and that's where I met Esther, this truly feisty Haitian cutie, born and raised in the Adventist faith, whom I felt intensely drawn to. It has often been said that opposites attract, and I must say, even among us lesbians, this old adage holds true. Two young black women from radically different backgrounds, finding common ground and more. How about that? I am a Muslim woman and my ethnicity is Somali-Canadian, and my new lady love Esther here is Christian, from the Adventist faith, and her background is Haitian-Canadian. Yet none of that matters, for we found each other. I fingered Esther's cunt while teasing her clit with my tongue, and the Haitian cutie cried out softly, her smooth sexily legs wrapping themselves around me. For a panicked moment I couldn't breathe, then Esther saw my discomfort and relaxed her legs. Sighing happily, I resumed what I was doing. I licked Esther's cunt until the sexy Haitian Adventist gal shrieked in sheer pleasure, orgasmic for the first time in ages. I watched, amazed, as Esther Jean-Pierre howled like a madwoman and hot girly cum shot out of her cunt like a geyser. Happily I drank Esther's girly cream, loving the taste and feel of it on my tongue. I dug two fingers into my cunt and brought them to Esther's lips. I watched her lovely face, waiting for her reaction. Will this shy Haitian cutie taste me or not? Esther sniffed my fingers and then greedily sucked on them. I smiled quite contentedly, for I knew that the next round of fun was at hand. Later on, Esther Jean-Pierre delighted me by sitting on my face and letting me eat that pussy as well as her sweaty asshole. I love eating the female ass, and by that I mean sticking my tongue up another woman's asshole. I love the taste of the female asshole. Does that shock you? Well, sometimes I wonder if I am the only lesbian out there who is into that. We all have our kinks and sexual peculiarities, I guess. Afterwards, Esther leaned over and rubbed my cunt, then she began fingering my pussy. I worked my fingers into Esther's asshole while licking her pussy, and I smiled happily as Esther finally got the frigging hint and began licking my pussy. Seriously, I am not one of those lesbians who eat pussy but don't let another woman go anywhere near theirs. I call it butch lesbian stupidity syndrome...for it's mostly butch chicks who have that complex. Esther was not at all like what I expected, I am happy to report. When I picked Esther up after that long, drawn-out interfaith debate which turned out to be another debacle between Christian groups and Muslim groups on the University of Ottawa campus, I sensed that she was a kindred spirit. Someone like me. A woman who loves women. I also knew that, being a good Christian gal, Esther Jean-Pierre probably didn't have much experience getting down with the ladies. Well, I turned out to be wrong on that one. Esther Jean-Pierre and I got our freak on, not in the least because the Haitian Adventist gal was far better at eating pussy than I could have ever imagined. I mean, Esther got her face between my thighs and ate my pussy like a condemned prisoner on their last meal. Talk about passion! This Somali Muslim lesbian momma was squealing in delight, thanks to the magic touch of a certain Haitian Adventist gal. Seriously, Esther Jean-Pierre had me right where she wanted me. Gripping my thighs, Esther licked me dry, burying her tongue and fingers in my sweet spot, and I howled in sheer pleasure. When Esther slipped two of her sleek fingers into my asshole while licking my pussy, I think I died and went to Jannah! Like, seriously, Esther took me close to the edge. This Haitian Adventist closet lesbian was something else. Esther Jean-Pierre and I had our fun, and then the Haitian Adventist lesbian parted ways. That's how it is in the lesbian dating scene in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. This is a Conservative and uptight town, and it will stay that way, even with all the immigrants coming in from Africa, Asia and Latin America. I am a Somali Muslim woman who has sex with other women. I am a college student. I am stuck here for the duration. So don't blame a gal for having her own fun, alright? Salam! Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 09 Apparently, Somali Muslim lesbians don't exist. Hmm, that's news to me because I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Halima Ali, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-chemistry at the University of Ottawa, and I'm also fairly active on the campus LGBT scene. Indeed, I'm the only Muslim female member of the Gay/Straight Union. Got one helluva story to share with you folks. Life as an out and proud Somali Muslim lesbian isn't easy, that's for damn sure. To the Muslim community I am somewhat of an aberration. Would it surprise you to discover that my beloved parents, Idris and Amina Ali of Somalia are actually supportive of me? I sat my folks down and told them about my lesbianism the summer after I graduated high school, and they were surprisingly accepting. It's the rest of the world that's the problem. To White Canadians, I am something they find strange, unusual and curious, and a political lighting rod. White feminists on campus are constantly asking me how I feel about female circumcision, male dominance and sexism in Islam, and things of that nature. Ladies and gentlemen, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of White people expecting me to be the spokesperson for all things queer and Somali. Got it? Cool! I find these silly, over-privileged White bitches annoying as well and racist to boot. Seriously, feminism and Black Muslim women don't mix. Nor should they. Seriously, the average White female citizen of North America cannot relate to the life, view and mindset of a Black Muslim woman. That's why they monopolize the feminist movement. They don't want to hear the Black Muslim female viewpoint. The White feminists hate us women of color more than the rednecks do, that's for damn sure. I try and avoid them like the plague. Wallahi, the last thing I want to do is hang around someone who sees my skin color and the Hijab on my head before they realize that I am a human being. To White feminists, I am and always will be the social and cultural other. The fact that I stand six feet tall, dark-skinned and curvy, in a land that worships skinny pale bitches, doesn't exactly bode well for me. I refuse to surrender in the face of adversity, though. I tried dating White girls, since there are so many of them in the lesbian scene in Ottawa, and it was one of the worst ideas I ever had. I quickly realized that White gays and White lesbians are just as racist as straight White folks, if not more so. Seriously, I think I heard more racist jokes at an all-female and nearly all-White so-called feminist meeting at the University of Ottawa than at a biker bar, to tell you the truth. Now and forevermore, I must assert my Islamic faith, my Blackness and my Somali culture. The ultimate victory of racist White folks over people of color stem from cultural dominance. They've managed to convince large numbers of Africans, Arabs, Asians, Latinos and others that White culture is awesome while putting down the very cultures that those people hail from. It's a complete and utter mind fuck! I, Halima Ali of Ottawa, refuse to bow down before anything other than Allah, the one true God. I am a Black female Muslim who passionately believes in women's rights, and I also happen to be queer. I am definitely not a feminist. Feminism is essentially a social and political movement for and about White women, thank you very much. Rather than distance myself from my people, I embrace them. I love my fellow Muslims. I love my fellow Somalis. I love my family. Fuck the haters! When you're a strong Black Muslim woman who happens to be queer, life can certainly be lonely. It's almost as if I am too strong for my own good. Strong women are said to intimidate weak men. Well, apparently, strong women intimidate weak women as well. My Hooyo ( Somali term of endearment which means mother ) jokingly asked me when I would get off my big butt and bring home a nice gal. My mother looked into my eyes after saying this, and I realized that she was dead serious. I took a deep breath, wondering how best to answer her. I laughed and told my mother that I was too busy with work and school to chase the girlies. My mother nodded, but like any Somali mother, I knew she wouldn't be able to resist the chance to play matchmaker. Lo and behold, a week after that particular conversation, my mother introduced me to Yasmin Kader, daughter of her good friend Fatima Kader. At first, I was dismissive, because, like all straight people, my mother thinks any random lesbian is a good match for me just because we both sleep with women. That's why I was dismissive, then I got a good look at Yasmin Kader. Tall and pretty, with light brown skin, long Black hair tucked under a baseball cap and overalls, Yasmin was a tomboy with a capital T. Yasmin saw me checking her out and smiled cockily. Our eyes met and for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. This chick was smoking hot! I smiled and walked up to Yasmin, then we hesitantly exchanged a handshake. That's how it began, ladies and gentlemen. The relationship that changed my life. Yasmin Kader, a 22-year-old newcomer to Ottawa by way of Edmonton, Alberta, took my breath away from the get-go. Having graduated from Athabasca University with a bachelor's degree in business, Yasmin Kader came to Ottawa for work. This tall, tomboyish cutie was working for Hydro Ottawa's call center, and dare I say, I liked her unique combination of beauty, intelligence, sass and ass. The total woman if you ask me! For our first date, Yasmin Kader and I went to the Silver City movie theater and watched The Fast And The Furious Seven, and then we grabbed some food at the Blair shopping center. I was delighted to meet a gal who liked Chinese food as much as I did. Yasmin is tall and fit, but the gal could definitely eat. Another thing I like in a woman. We talked and got to know each other better. Yasmin was mad cool, and I liked her. That's why we began seeing each other...as in actually dating. Wish us luck!