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When selecting the perfect strap-on dildo, you must take your time. There’s really no other way to go about it, really. That’s why I went to the adult video store on near the Rideau Mall in downtown Ottawa that Saturday morning, and bought a toy I dub “Mister Shiny”. It’s shiny and black, modeled after the penis of Lexington Steele, an African-American porn star with a legendary reputation. You should have seen the look on the short-haired female clerk’s face when she saw me walk in, with my hijab and long skirt. Apparently, hijab-wearing Somali girls aren’t supposed to purchase sex toys. Where is that written in the noble Quran? I guess I’ll never know.

I paid for my selected item and left the store, a plastic bag in my hand. When I set foot outside the porno shop, an old white dude gawked at me. I knew what he saw. A five-foot-eight, slim but curvy, dark-skinned young woman clad in a hijab and a skirt. Coming out of a porno shop. Definitely not something you see every day. I smiled and happily flipped him the bird before crossing the street. Then I caught the number eighteen OC Transpo bus heading from downtown Ottawa to Vanier. Ten minutes later I got off on Donald Street, and made my way to Coventry road, and approached a certain plain brownstone building. I rang the bell, and about a minute later, I got buzzed in. The person waiting for me is an old friend. I’ve known Hakim Tahir for a long time. Ever since our days at Saint Eugene High School in Ottawa’s south end. As Salam Alaikum, I said by way of greeting. Aku Salam my sister, Hakim greets me joyfully. I hand him my coat and he hangs it on a rack. Did you have trouble finding the place? Hakim asks me with a smile.

You know us black folks always show up on black time, I say, grinning. Hakim looks good. Much better than the last time I saw him. He’s around five-foot-ten, somewhat round in the belly but not exceedingly so, and roughly handsome with his light brown skin, curly black hair and almond-shaped golden brown eyes. The brouhaha that echoed across the Somali community of Toronto after Hakim publicly came out as bisexual has died off, somewhat. Living in the West has changed many across the Ummah and most of us aren’t ready for it, to say the least. Sitting across from Hakim in his living room, I couldn’t help but notice the hollow, haunted look on his face. He’s holding up but barely, no matter how brave a face he puts on.

Have you seen Amina since the divorce? I asked Hakim, carefully gauging his reaction. He sighed deeply, and nodded. I get to see my daughter every other weekend because that’s what Johari decided and the Ontario provincial court sided with her, Hakim said bitterly. I gently touched his knee, cursing myself for bringing up such a sore subject. Long story short? Four years ago, Hakim and I were good friends and classmates at the University of Toronto. I was taking up sociology and he was a business student. We became buddies, and he was really awesome. The kind of laid-back, easygoing and friendly guy that’s kind of rare in our community. We hung out together, going to the mall and movie theaters together along with some mutual friends. The brother was handsome, smart and going places. Honestly, I had a crush on him. I nurtured visions and fantasies of us getting married, and having a life together. What I couldn’t figure out is how come Hakim didn’t have a girlfriend. Most of the Somali brothers at the University of Toronto are into white girls and the ones that aren’t are either with black women from non-Somali backgrounds or they’re busy dreaming about Arab women, the forbidden fruit for many Muslim men.

The more I hung out with Hakim, the more I realized how different he was from most guys I knew. He was smart, friendly and respectful. A lot of our brothers love to taksim escort go out and have fun with ladies from other backgrounds but if they see a hijab-wearing sister sitting at a table with a guy who isn’t Muslim, they flip out. If that isn’t the ultimate double standard, then I don’t know what is! Hakim wasn’t like the others. When I met a handsome young Haitian guy named Guillaume Grenier, and found myself attracted to him, many of my fellow Muslims frowned upon the two of us dating. Hakim actually encouraged me to date Hakim because he wanted me to be happy. Life is short so make the most of it, he said to me when I asked whether it was alright for me to go on a date with a brother from another religion.

Yeah, Hakim was different. When my relationship with Guillaume ended ( not because of religious or cultural differences but because he graduated from the University of Toronto and moved to Calgary, where he found a job ), Hakim was there for me unconditionally. I think it’s around that time that I started falling in love with him. I could confide pretty much anything in him. The guy was always there for me, and the rest of our mutual friends found him smart, friendly and reliable, but I knew next to nothing about him. Well, one day, I got to know the real Hakim and I must say that I got more than I bargained for.

One night, we were hanging out at the mall and there was something going on in the food court. This effeminate dude was getting teased by a trio of burly guys, who called him faggot, among other things. I’d seen scenes like this a thousand times, and as annoying and sad as they were, they didn’t get to me anymore. Hakim’s reaction surprised me. He totally went off on those bozos at the mall, man. He wanted to fight them. I couldn’t figure out why he got so riled up but as his friend, I pulled him away. The last thing we needed was to get in trouble with mall security. They always assume you’re guilty of something if you’re shopping while B.L.A.C.K.

Hakim drove me home that night, and we had a long talk along the way. To break the ice, I told him some of the things I’d been doing lately. I told Hakim that while my relationship with Guillaume ended, I did have fond memories of him. I shared with Hakim something I’ve never shared with anyone else, including my closest girlfriends. I had sex with Guillaume several times while we were dating. This is considered doubly haram, because Guillaume is a Christian and Muslim women aren’t supposed to have any dealings with men of other religions. Also, I had sex while unmarried, and if my family knew, I might end up dead. Hakim’s reaction to this revelation? He congratulated me on having the guts to live life to the fullest. This was definitely not the reaction I would have expected from a Somali brother, that’s for sure. Still, I was happy that my best friend accepted me instead of condemning me.

Now, I felt the urge to ask Hakim why he exploded at the mall, and there was no way to pussyfoot around it. So I asked him bluntly. Looking me in the eyes, Hakim told me that he couldn’t stand homophobic bigots who picked on ‘obvious’ gay people because, well, he considered himself bisexual. When those words left his mouth, I was stunned. Understand that as wild as I considered myself in those days, I could still be shocked by certain things. For a Muslim guy from the Somali community to reveal his bisexuality, now that was really shocking to me. Hakim and I had arrived at my apartment building in Ajax, and stopped. He looked at me and shrugged. Cat got your tongue, sister? He asked bluntly. I looked at him, smiled and shook my head. Gently, I touched his hand. I support you, I said simply. Hakim looked into my eyes, soul-searching. After a moment, he nodded and smiled. Thanks, he said.

This fatih escort revelation changed our friendship, that’s for sure, but only for the better. Hakim told me a lot about himself. He’d only been with two girls, a couple of white chicks who lived in his old neighborhood. The Somali sisters in Toronto were a bit too conservative for his liking. When he told me that, I grinned. If only he knew that some of us Somali sisters were far wilder than we are given credit for. My ex-boyfriend Guillaume introduced me to BDSM which stands for bondage, discipline and combined with sadism and masochism. I discovered something through our sexual fun and games, mainly that I am a bit sadistic and I like to dominate. When I shared that with Hakim, he told me he wasn’t much for kink but hey, all is cool between consenting adults.

Anyhow, life went on. Hakim met a young Djibouti gal named Johari at school, and they seemed to really hit it off. Six months after they met, Hakim told me he wanted to marry her. I cautioned him about Johari. She’s so different from him. This chick is very strict, religious and traditional. Hakim belongs with a woman who’s wilder, more open-minded and experimental. Honestly, I think he bowed to pressure from his parents when he decided to marry Johari, but don’t quote me on that. Anyhow, I showed up at Hakim and Johari’s wedding because, well, I was expected to be there since he’s my best friend and all. I watched my best friend marry a woman whom I honestly couldn’t stand, and prayed to Allah that she wouldn’t shatter his heart.

Four and a half years later, she did exactly that. They’d been having problems in their marriage, and Hakim made the genius decision to tell her about his true self. I told him not to do it, honest. Not every woman can handle having a bisexual man for a husband or boyfriend. Most women can’t handle that kind of thing, especially in the Muslim community. Hakim should have heeded my warning but he didn’t. I guess that’s why we are here. His wife divorced him, and now he only gets to see their daughter on weekends. Thanks to his ex-wife, the entire Somali community of Toronto knows he swings both ways, and he’s basically a pariah among our people.

So, here we are. Two friends, sitting down and talking. After the mess in Toronto, Hakim had to leave town. He came to Ottawa, where he found a government job. He’s surviving, at least. He’s come to rely on me more and more these past few months, and our relationship kind of evolved over time. Yeah, one night, about three months ago, we crossed the line that separates friends and lovers. I am not sure what we are now. Friends with benefits? Lovebirds? All of the above? I don’t know. Whatever. I have never much cared for labels anyways. Looking into Hakim’s eyes, I asked him, now that we had both unburdened ourselves, whether or not he was ready to begin? Hakim smiled and nodded.

I sat on the couch, and ordered him to undress. Hakim did as he was told, at last he stood naked before me. His body was a bit rounder than the last time I saw him. At five-foot-ten and two hundred and forty pounds, he still looks good but if you ask me, he needs to lose about ten pounds. He still looked good to me, though. I like the fleshy look on a man. Never much cared for skinny guys or muscle dudes. The two of us got comfortable, with him naked and with me rubbing my feet on the carpet before ordering him to kneel before me and suck my toes. Hakim did more than I asked, he kissed and sucked every last one of my toes. I smiled and rubbed his head, before continuing.

I bent Hakim over my knee, and gave his hairy butt cheeks a sound spanking. First I spanked him with my bare hands at first, then used a hairbrush. That got some screams out of the usually stoic Hakim, fındıkzade escort which made me smile. To intensify things a bit, I whipped him with his own belt. Watching the leather strike the flesh of his back, legs and buttocks, and how he trembled and shuddered, not to mention his gasps of pain, that turned me on like you would not believe. To really fuck him up, I put a doggy collar around his neck and led him around his own house on a leash. I had him go upstairs, on all fours, to go get some lubricant and condoms. Watching his cute little butt scuttle up the stairs on all fours made me laugh.

Moments later, Hakim came back, nearly tripping as he made his way down the staircase on all fours, the tube of lubricant and condoms in his mouth. He found me sitting where he left me, only I had strapped my new dildo to my hips and I stroked the long and thick ebony plastic cock. Hakim’s eyes widened when he saw it. I smiled and told him to assume the position. Hakim gulped loudly, then did as he was told like a good little slave. I looked at him, face down and ass up. He looked so wonderfully vulnerable. I took the condom, rolled it on the dildo, then applied lube all over my shiny new toy. I told Hakim to spread his ass for me and he did. I applied lubricant all over his asshole, then knelt behind him before pressing the dildo against his ass.

When it comes to penetrating someone with a dildo, you must remember the essentials of lubricant and patience. You’re going to need plenty of both to get through it. Being a versatile bisexual man who’s ridden his share of dicks, Hakim can take a bigger sized dildo than most guys I’ve pegged but when it comes to fucking him with the Lexington Steele strap-on dildo, I needed lots of lube. Hakim groaned loudly as I eased the dildo into his ass. I added more lubricant and took my sweet time as I worked the dildo up his bum. He bottomed out at about six inches, not bad at all. Gripping his hips, I thrust the dildo up his ass, causing him to buck wildly and scream. He didn’t shout the safe word or beg me to stop so I continued pounding his ass. Hakim likes the rough stuff and I’m happy to oblige. Smacking his ass for emphasis, I yelled Yee-haw like a redneck and slammed my dildo into him. The ear-splitting scream which escaped from Hakim sounded like a death rattle, only with a higher pitch. I loved it!

I finally pulled the dildo out of Hakim’s ass when my favorite sub finally said “uncle”, which means “I give up” for those of you with your heads up your asses. I looked at my dildo after pulling it out of Hakim’s ass. Damn. It was black when it went into him and now it’s kind of, um, brown. That’s okay. I’ll just wash it. Hakim lay slumped on the floor, moaning softly, his body covered with sweat. I gently knelt beside him and asked him if he was okay. Hakim rolled over on his back and smiled faintly at me, telling me he felt great. I smiled and gently kissed him on the lips. You haven’t felt anything yet, I told him as I climbed on top of him. Time to continue our kinky fun, with some more traditional sex this time. I felt Hakim’s cock harden underneath me, and I grabbed his hesitant hands, putting them on my hips. I leaned closer to him, until our faces were inches apart. I’m not wearing any panties under this dress, I said with a grin.

Hakim laughed, then grabbed my hips tightly as he thrust his cock into my pussy. I always feel horny before, during and after a domination session. After banging a guy with my strap-on dildo, I always feel like riding his hard dick. Some dudes can’t get it up after getting their butts filled with dildo because their prostate is overstimulated. Hakim wasn’t like those, thank Allah. I felt his hard dick fill my pussy, and cried out with joy as my sexy sub began pounding the hell out of my pussy like there was no tomorrow. Fuck me like you’re paying for it, I told Hakim. Grinning, my sexy stud smacked my ass and did as he was told. Ah, the freaky things us Muslims do behind closed doors. You think you know but you really have absolutely NO idea!

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