Meet Allison Hastings, a lively young woman living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. The daughter of an Ojibwe First Nations businessman, Alexander Hastings, and of a Jamaican immigrant, Cornelia Cosgrove, Allison is the daughter of two very different worlds. The six-foot-tall, brown-skinned and dark-haired, curvaceous young biracial woman is fiercely proud of her Native American and Afro-Caribbean roots. At the age of twenty-five, Allison has an MBA from the University of Winnipeg and is making her presence felt in the Canadian Prairies business world.
There aren't a lot of women of color selling high-end real estate in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, and Allison is leaving her mark on the real estate industry. Allison's bosses at Palatine Realty, one of the biggest real estate firms in Canada, are certainly impressed with her. It's almost as if Allison can hypnotize clients into purchasing properties. This gal is definitely a winner, too bad mother nature forgot to give her a conscience. That's right, Allison is a sociopath. Let us take a walk into Allison's chaotic and messy private life and see what the lovely lady is really all about...
Allison is a sexually adventurous young woman who likes to have her cake and eat it too. Forthrightly bisexual, Allison likes to experiment with the ladies and the fellas, and doesn't believe in settling down. That's too bad because in the lesbian community, women move in with each other on the fly and it's considered the norm. This also leads to messy breakups but whatever, right? Allison lives in a lovely two-bedroom apartment in the pristine Haworth neighborhood of western Winnipeg, and doesn't subscribe to the bullshit that a lot of lesbians and bisexual women put up with when dealing with other women. Find, fornicate and forget, that's how Allison operates...
"Becca, we've been over this, I'm not a lesbian, I'm bisexual, this was just sex, I don't want to be with you," Allison said with a sigh. Becca Rawlings glared angrily at Allison, who sat on the couch, sipping a Pepsi. The butch gal was pacing back and forth and Allison was annoyed. Last night, Becca saw Allison walk out of Harry's Pub in the south end of Winnipeg with a tall, handsome Arab male. Allison ended up going home with the Arab male, Youssef something or other, and hooked up with him. Like a lot of butch women, Becca loses her shit over the thought of a femme hooking up with a man. Allison had seen this shit before and wasn't amused.
"You're one cold bitch," said Becca, and the short-haired, flannel-wearing, heavily tattooed and downright masculine young white woman shook her head in disgust. Allison shrugged, acting as nonchalantly as possible. Of course, Allison's eyes never left Becca because she wasn't about to get roughed up in her own apartment by an unstable bitch. Casual sex does go on among women who love women. Allison doesn't believe in letting women or men have ownership of her pussy, thank you very much. Becca has got to go...
"Becca, you've got sixty seconds to leave my place otherwise I'm calling the cops," Allison said calmly, cell phone in hand. Becca grumbled and for a moment, it looked like she wanted to tangle with Allison. Allison grinned and pulled a taser out of her pocket. A few months ago, Allison bought the taser during a business trip to the City of Buffalo, New York. The taser salesman informed Allison that it could take down even the largest and strongest of men at its highest voltage. Such a weapon ought to work just fine on super-angry masculine broads with jealousy issues.
As far as Allison is concerned, Becca had no say in what she did or whom she did it with. Last night, Allison had fun with Youssef. The tall, dark and handsome Arab dude, a wealthy student from Kuwait, ate Allison's pussy real good before fucking her in every hole. Allison didn't know that Arab dudes had big dicks like that, and Youssef had been a pleasant surprise. The two of them parted ways in the wee hours of the morning. That's when Becca came over, and Allison seriously regretted letting her up. The butch gal had stalker tendencies, for real...
"You're an evil bitch," Becca said, and then she stormed out of Allison's apartment. Relieved, Allison locked the door. The young woman headed to the bathroom and took a long bath. While in the tub, Allison fondled her tits and fingered her pussy. Becca had been a lot of fun before she became super jealous and unstable. Closing her eyes, Allison licked her lips, remembering the fun and wicked things she'd done with Becca. Butch girls can be rough around the edges, but Allison always gets her way...
"I don't normally do this," Becca said, smiling nervously. Allison winked at the butch gal after putting her on her back. Stroking her strap-on dildo, Allison looked at Becca, who seemed so wonderfully vulnerable. The tattooed and short-haired, masculine white chick looked hot, and tough, and Allison wanted to tame her. Femme doesn't always mean soft and submissive, and butch doesn't always mean macho and tough. Allison has strapped a lot of butch girls in her time, and Becca was just another notch on her belt...
"Just relax, sweetie," Allison said, and she thrust the dildo into Becca's pussy. Groaning, Becca lay there, her lips trembling as Allison began to fuck her. Smiling, Allison grabbed Becca's legs and raised them in the air while fucking her with the strap-on dildo. At first, Becca tried to tough it out but when Allison fucked her with deep, passionate strokes, she began to scream. Allison grinned, relishing Becca's passionate screams as she fucked her with the dildo. This was the ultimate act of transgression among lesbians and bisexual women. Femme fucks butch, and it happens a lot more often than most realize...
After finishing her bath, Allison got dressed and headed down to Tremont Avenue, to meet with Keith Santoro, an old college buddy of hers. It was her day off and the young businesswoman didn't have much to do. Keith was a total queen and always had the juiciest gossip. Last night, Keith told Allison he had some major news to share. Allison showed up, wearing a black leather jacket over a red tank top and black jeans. The biracial beauty always looks fly. Got to keep the ladies and the fellas on their toes, that's how it's done...
"My boyfriend Brad is so dreamy, he used to be with this girl named Heather before we met, but now he's all about me, he could be the one," said Keith Santoro. Allison leaned back in her chair and sipped her latte while nodding at Keith, her erstwhile gay best friend. The short, pale-skinned and purple-haired, effeminate little man couldn't stop gushing about his latest conquest. Like a lot of gay men in the big city, Keith falls in lust with another man at least once a week, and that's not an exaggeration. Knowing this all too well, Allison took Keith's claim of having found the one with a grain of salt.
