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Meet Aisha Elmi, a young Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Aisha was born in La Belle Province, to a Somali Muslim immigrant father, Ahmad Elmi, and a white Canadian mother, Alexandra Dauphin. The Elmi family had a tough life living in the sometimes harsh environs of Quebec City, but it made them resilient. As for Aisha, her difficult upbringing made her tough and wise beyond her years, attributes which would serve her well in life.

Aisha opted to study at Carleton University instead of La Cite Collegiale or the Universite Du Quebec because she’s honestly had enough of all things French for a while. In Quebec, there’s a lot of tension between racial minorities and white Canadians, and the latter don’t hold their tongue when it comes to voicing their dislike of those different from themselves. Canada is a beautiful but fairly passive-aggressive nation. Quebec, however, is brutally honest…

Aisha found herself liking the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for it was quite different from Quebec City. There were lots of Africans, Arabs, Latinos and other minority groups in Ottawa, so Aisha felt like she actually stood a chance of blending in. In Quebec City, Aisha got stared at everywhere she went, and folks would spit on the ground when they saw her black father and white mother holding hands. For this and many other reasons, Aisha decided to get the fuck out of Quebec for a while…

The Carleton University campus, while not as large as, say, the University of Toronto or York University, was actually quite nice. At least, that’s what Aisha thought. The young biracial woman was walking around the University Center Building one morning in early September when she was approached by a tall, dark-skinned, athletic young woman with a bright smile.

“Hello, sister, I’m Stephanie, I’m with the Women’s Center, you should check us out,” the tall gal said as she introduced herself and subsequently handed Aisha a flyer. Aisha looked at the flyer, which advertised the gains made by the Women’s Center after years of activism on the Carleton University campus. Truth be told, Aisha wasn’t much of a feminist, and considered some of their more vocal and controversial celebrity members, like Rose McGowan, to be something of a hypocrite.

“Not really my scene, but I’ll give this a look-see,” Aisha replied, and that’s when the friendly smile on Stephanie’s face vanished. The other woman then launched into a lengthy tirade about women’s rights and how the hesitation which modern young women felt about feminism was akin to a betrayal and all that Jazz. What did I get myself into? Aisha wondered, staring at Stephanie, feeling quite dumbfounded.

“Aisha, we’re not what you think, check us out sometime,” Stephanie said, and Aisha nodded before wishing the Pushy Broad a good day and walking away. As Aisha, campus newcomer and first-year student walked away, Stephanie Duchene, second-year student and resident know-it-all gave her the once-over. This cutie is socially clueless but has a nice ass, I can work with that, Stephanie thought, grinning.

From canlı bahis şirketleri that day forward, Stephanie made it her mission to look for Aisha, whom she discovered liked hanging out at the campus library. Aisha was studying Criminology and that major included lots of research and writing assignments. Stephanie, a civil engineering major, preferred chilling at the Minto Center on the other side of campus. Still, wherever Aisha went, that’s where Stephanie showed up.

Stephanie doesn’t consider what she does to be stalking or anything even remotely creepy. Lesbian demographics work against me, Stephanie told herself, as she scoured the Carleton University campus for Aisha. There were lots of pretty girls on campus but most of them liked guys and would have boyfriends by the end of the semester. This left the die-hard lesbians, most of whom didn’t measure up to Stephanie’s standards.

Stephanie is tall and athletic, with a pretty face, curves and a nice ass. She wholeheartedly rejects labels such as butch or stud, and considers herself an athletic femme. Stephanie’s hair is long, styled into neat dreadlocks, and while she wears sweatshirts and jeans a lot, sometimes she switches it up and wears nice skirts that show off her phenomenal legs and nice ass. Above all else, Stephanie seeks a woman who shares her passions and matches her style…

“Well, hello again,” Aisha said, as Stephanie sat at the computer next to her, on the library’s fourth floor. On that day, Aisha wore a black leather jacket over a black tank top, black Yoga pants and black boots. At five-foot-ten, Aisha was tall enough to model but wasn’t about to trim down her natural curves for anyone. Stephanie found the brown-skinned, short-haired and green-eyed biracial cutie to be simply delicious…

“Hello again, Aisha, flattered you remember me,” Stephanie said with a smile, and Aisha nodded. The two young women shook hands, and Stephanie turned on her computer. She began working on her Ethics of Engineering assignment while stealing glances at Aisha, whose thick thighs stretched the hell out of those Yoga pants and were distracting as hell. At least from Stephanie’s viewpoint, that is…

“Of course I remember you, Stephanie, say, that accent, where are you from?” Aisha asked, and Stephanie paused. Like a lot of immigrants, Stephanie couldn’t help her accent and felt self-conscious about it. It’s bad enough that white Canadians always brought it up. Stephanie really, really didn’t like it when other minorities, especially black folks or mixed folks, brought up her accent. Still, Stephanie wanted to holler at Aisha and had just been provided an opener, so…

“I was born in Cap-Haitien, Haiti, and raised in Montreal,” Stephanie said proudly, and Aisha nodded, flashing her killer smile. Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat as Aisha looked her up and down. Stephanie didn’t really like dressing up for school. On that day, Stephanie wore a Carleton University Ravens black and red sweatshirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Stephanie’s dreads were mostly tucked away under a Ottawa canlı kaçak iddaa Senators tuque.

“Cool, I knew a lot of Haitian people back in Quebec City, sakapfet?” Aisha said, laughing, and she made a fist. After a brief hesitation, Stephanie bumped her fist against Aisha’s. Stephanie, a true Afro-centric sister, Haitian-born Canadian citizen and proud lesbian found Aisha to be a bit too…whitewashed, but whatever. She’s too cute to pass up I can fix her later, Stephanie thought while admiring her new gal pal Aisha.

“Nap Kembe, my sister Aisha,” Stephanie replied, and Aisha nodded, then launched into a lengthy rant about her appreciation for everything from Haitian Kompa music to the tasty dish, Griot. At the end of said rant, Stephanie got Aisha’s number, added her on Facebook and Instagram, and promised to chill with her later. Having accomplished her goal, Stephanie saved her work and got ready to bounce, but Aisha surprised her some more…

“Don’t take too long to call me back, cutie,” Aisha said, and she grinned while awkwardly hugging a very surprised Stephanie. After clearing her throat, Stephanie hugged Aisha back, caught off guard by the too-damn-soon squeeze that Aisha gave her before letting her go. If Aisha had been a dude, Stephanie would have cussed her out. As it stands, since Aisha was a hot-looking, great-smelling and decidedly aggressive femme, Stephanie decided to let it slide…

“You can count on it,” Stephanie replied, and Aisha winked at her before returning to her computer screen. Stephanie walked away, and could feel Aisha’s eyes on her. Time to test this bitch, Stephanie thought, and she raised her hooded sweatshirt so that it lifted away from the back of her too-tight blue jeans, exposing her rather thick derriere. When Stephanie briefly turned around, she saw Aisha’s eyes on her booty. Gotcha, Stephanie thought, blowing the startled Aisha a kiss before walking away for good.

After a fun outing which included watching the horror flick The Nun at the Scotiabank theater and eating some fine Shawarma, Stephanie invited Aisha to chill at her apartment in Gloucester. Once they got there, however, they didn’t do a lot of talking. In fact, Stephanie barely got through the door before Aisha grabbed her ass and planted a hot, passionate kiss on the young Haitian woman’s lips. How could Stephanie resist such forwardness?

“Fanm ayisyen gen bel bouboun,” Aisha said, as she rested her head against Stephanie Duchene’s stomach. The tall, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned young Haitian woman smiled, pleased by her lover’s compliment and her pronunciation of the Haitian Creole language. Guess I’ve motivated her to try harder, Stephanie thought, running her hand through her lover’s short dark hair.

“Right back at you, Miss Somalia, wanna go again?” Stephanie said, and to tease Aisha further, she spread her thick, muscular legs quite invitingly. Years of playing rugby had given Stephanie some killer legs. Aisha paused to consider that, and then buried her face between Stephanie’s thighs. Now that’s more like like it, canlı kaçak bahis Stephanie thought, as Aisha began eating her pussy like a hungry woman. Aisha slid her fingers into Stephanie’s pussy, causing the other woman to squeal in delight…

“Hmm, fuck yeah,” Aisha said, and she sucked on Stephanie’s clit while thrusting two fingers into her pussy. Stephanie writhed on the bed, loving what Aisha was doing to her. The tall, Amazonian young woman lay there, her jaw slack, her nipples erect and her curvy, muscular body shuddering while being pleasured. Aisha definitely knew her way around the female body, and Stephanie was delighted to be in such knowing hands…

“Eat that ass,” Stephanie cooed softly, as she found herself on all fours, face down and ass up. Aisha put her in that position, in order to eat her out from the back. Aisha admired Stephanie’s big round ass, and playfully smacked her. Stephanie laughed, and Aisha spread her ass cheeks and slid her tongue into her hot, tight backdoor. At the same time, Aisha worked two fingers into Stephanie’s wet pussy, stimulating her quite nicely…

“I’m going to sit on your face,” Aisha told Stephanie, after eating her ass until she squealed in delight, orgasmic from having her ass licked and her pussy probed at the same time. Stephanie nodded, and rolled on her back, presenting Aisha with a great visual. Aisha admired her tall, athletic, curvaceous lover, whose enthralling thighs were calling to her. She straddled Stephanie, who caressed her small breasts with one hand and her ass with the other.

“Put that big ass on my face, gorgeous,” Stephanie said, grinning, as she smacked Aisha’s ass. Laughing, Aisha did just that, squatting down onto her lover’s face, until Stephanie was smothered under her big beautiful ass. Stephanie inhaled the scent of Aisha’s pussy, and then, grasping her lover’s thick ass with both hands, she began eating her out. Now that’s how I like it, Aisha thought, closing her eyes and smiling as she rode Stephanie’s face, like a queen on her throne…

“Oh fuck, Steph, you’re gonna make me cum,” Aisha screamed, as Stephanie lapped away at her pussy while fingering her. Stephanie didn’t let up and continued to finger Aisha’s pussy and tease her clit by greedily sucking on it until her lover shuddered violently…and then came. Yes finally, Stephanie thought, welcoming the torrent of liquid pleasure oozing out of Aisha’s wet pussy and onto her face. Stephanie tasted Aisha’s love juices, and they were all that…

“Dinner, a movie and bumping pussies, let’s be stereotypical dykes and move in together,” Stephanie jokingly said to Aisha, as they lay in bed together. Afte some truly stupendous sex, Aisha was hungry for some ice cream, and Stephanie rushed to Circle K to grab her some. Returning to bed, they watched a rerun of Supernatural, the campiest show on TV, while enjoying each other’s company…

“Nah, but you, my cute stalker, can come crash at my place on Bronson Avenue anytime,” Aisha said, laughing while gently nibbling on Stephanie’s ear. Stephanie grinned and nodded, and the two of them exchanged a look. On TV, angels and demons duked it out in a barn. Aisha and Stephanie forgot all about the show and resumed exploring each other. When the chemistry’s right, why pass up a good thing? Let passion rule the world.

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