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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Pink lady

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Summary - You try to convince your professor to give you a better grade.

Warnings - smut, age gap, professor/student relationship, deep throating, cock warming.

Prompts - professor!character x student!reader for snow

Gif prompt + your professor has a different kind of extra credit in mind for navy and siri

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You closed your eyes rubbing them to sooth the dryness. You had a long day and getting anything through your thick skull was turning out to be a challenge.

Of course it would. You were never an amazing student. You just studied the night before the exam and cramped whatever you could, writing what you remember on the test the next day. And yeah it wasn’t the most ideal way to study but it had worked so far for you. You got by alright.

It was more of all the shitty professors you’ve ever had than your fault. None of them could ever get you really interested in their subjects. They either didn’t care enough or only knew how to abuse their power.

But then he walked into your class. He was pretty enough to be a model or an actor. You just assumed he was someone famous. You felt as if you’ve met him before, as if you’ve known him your whole life. You were shocked to hear he was your new criminology professor, along with being a DA. Which has to be a demanding job.

It was impossible to not listen to him when he spoke, his voice so smooth like honey, carrying hints of a Boston accent he let slip whenever he got too passionate, which was quiet often.

He had broad shoulders and thick biceps he hit under those expensive suits and dress shirts. But it was more than that. He acted as if he cared. About his students, about the things he was teaching you. He always encouraged questions and helped everyone with their doubts. He had you on the edge of your seat with every word he said.

He even knew all the students by their names. Well... everyone except you.

You never interacted much in your classes, too afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of your dream man. So you had decided to buckle down and study as much as you can so you can finally raise your hand when he asked a question. How amazing it would be to hear him say ‘Good job' to you.

Maybe it isn’t classy to harbor such sinful thoughts about your professor. But the way his pants stretched over his round butt, hugging his long legs and creasing as he leaned against the edge of his table, his thick dark beard framing his face so perfectly, was just so mesmerizing. He was sex on legs. Were you really to blame here?

You had made sure to get to class ten minutes early so you could sit on the first bench. To get a close up look at the show. He was talking about something, you couldn’t really focus on. Your eyes stuck to his crotch, and how you could clearly see the imprint of his...

“Shit” You whispered as you heard him call out your surname, suddenly realising that he had his eyes on you.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Wh – I – don’t really think a lot.” You stammered “I’m sorry what was the question?” You cringed at yourself.

“Try to pay attention next time.” He scolded you as you cowered under his intense gaze, his lips set in a hard line as he went back to addressing the whole class and resuming his lecture.

He didn’t even spare a look at you the rest of the class. You had to keep your tears at bay. It would’ve been better if you were invisible to him. Anything would be better than being publicly humiliated like that.

You decided then and there that you don’t like him. Sure you weren’t paying attention but how dare he point that out? He would never do that to anyone else. What the fuck did he have against you.

Nope. You were going to hate him now and bear him till the end of the semester. But then, all your resolve went out the window as soon as he turned around to write something on the board, giving everyone a nice view of his 'cute bubble butt'. At least that’s what you heard someone else call it. Although the kind of feelings it gave you were anything but cute.

After two long torturous hours the class was dismissed. You scrambled to pack up your bag. You were about to leave your, but body stopped of its own accord when you heard him call out your surname again. Sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breathe turning around to look at him, your mouth suddenly dry and your hands clammy and sweaty.

“Yes professor Barber?” You asked as you stood a few feet away from him, staring at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. You could not look at his face. You would melt on spot and make an idiot of yourself, again.

You cursed as he walked towards you standing just in front. You had never been so close to him before, you could smell his musky cologne, feel his hot breath on your forehead.

“Don’t you think it’s rude to not look at your professor when speaking to him?” He asked cocking his head.

He couldn’t but feel proud and satisfied as you complied so easily, looking up at him. The tip of your tongue peaked out to lick your lip before your lower lip was caught in your teeth as you chewed harshly on it. A very distracting habit of yours. He really had to resist the urge to groan.

He wondered if you knew you were so cruelly teasing him or if you were as oblivious as you seemed to be.

He was excited when he was offered a position to be a teacher, a chance to shape young minds. To make a larger difference in the world. He stayed up all night preparing for his first lecture. He was always thorough with his work. He had made up his mind to do his best and be a good teacher.

But he knew he was ruined as soon as his eyes landed on you.

He wasn’t one for making friends. Always having trouble trusting people. Especially in his profession. It wasn’t that he was shy. He hated small talk and just didn’t have a lot to say, unless he was in a courtroom, even if he did he wasn’t always sure how he should say it.

But when he and his colleagues had a win on a particularly hard case, bringing down a huge mob after working tirelessly for over 3 months, he agreed to go out for drinks to celebrate. He did need to wind down a bit. When he wasn’t at the office he was at home either working or sleeping.

He was sitting on the bar stool with Henry the paralegal he had come to like the guy. He had been a huge help with the case. Henry was going on about his daughters biology project when Andy felt a tap on his shoulder he looked over his shoulder before turning around to get a proper you.

There you stood, leaning against the bar with a dopey grin on your face. He couldn’t help but do you a once over, looking you up and down, you were wearing a hot pink dress that hugged your waist before flaring over your hips. He smiled at your cute kitten heels with small white bows on them. You looked so beautiful, your hair tied up in a high ponytail as curls framed your sweet face.

“Hello mister businessman mister!” You giggled before covering your mouth as you let out a hiccup. “Oops excuse me.”

“I’m not a businessman.” He smiled shaking his head.

“Well you sure do look like one!” you laughed weakly punching his bicep “Oh my gosh” You gulped pressing his bicep in your palm “You must work out.”

“I dabble here and there.” He said waving it off as if it wasn’t a big deal “Can I buy you a drink? Are you old enough to be here?” He wondered.

“I’ll have you know I’m more than old enough” You said proudly. Normally, he would never even consider flirting with someone who looked so young, but for some reason he just couldn’t stop. “Yes I will have a drink. Wait no! No I won’t!” You gasped.

“That’s probably a good idea. You seemed to have had plenty. How about a coffee?” He offered.

“Nope I’m fine. I’m here for my friend Stacey. She likes you.” You drawled out moving your hips side to side dancing to a tune stuck in your head.

“And you don’t like me?” He pouted.

“Noooo” You whined cupping his beard in your hands. He kept pouting to milk some more sympathy from you but was completely taken aback when you pressed your soft cushiony lips over his. You pulled back staring into his eyes and said “I like you a lot! But sisters before misters you know. I couldn’t do that to my friend.” And now you were the one pouting.

He heard Henry clear his throat behind him “I’ll just go on home then. See you tomorrow man.” Andy couldn’t be bothered to turn around to say goodbye, his eyes completely focused on you.

“Oh no your friend left. Whatever you’re going home with Stacey anyway.” You looked around for your friend “Where is she? Oh no! She’s not here.”

Andy frowned looking around the bar with you “Don’t worry she must be in the bathroom or something. Why don’t you try calling her?”

You whipped out your phone from your bag. Your lips starting quivering and eyes turned glossy as you looked at it. “Hey what happened?” His instincts screaming at him to sooth your panic state. He just ran his hand up and down your forearm, there wasn’t much else he could do without seeming like a creep.

“My friend left! She said she went home with a wall street guy. Left me all alone.”

He frowned at that. “Your friend doesn’t deserve you.” He stated as if he knew you. He didn’t but he knew how loyal you were to your friend when you turned him down. Who would abandon such a sweet thing like you?

“And we were gonna go to dinner and everything.” You sniffled “I’ll have to walk home now.”

“No you won’t.” He blurted clenching his jaw. He knew just how bad men could be. He would never let a clearly inebriated woman go home alone.

Sure in any other case he would’ve called or even paid for an taxi. But he couldn’t say goodbye to you just yet. So he offered to take you home. And with some convincing you agreed.

He secured you into the passenger seat before putting your address in the GPS. He found himself laughing more than he ever had at your incoherent drunken ramblings.

“Do you believe in aliens?” Before he could even answer you continued “What if this is all just a simulation. By aliens. Like what if we’re in a tv show. That’d be awesome.” You leaned against the window, closing your eyes.

“Are you this funny when you’re sober?” He wanted to know. Although he had an inkling that you definitely would be.

“Yes I am! But my friends tell me I talk too much.” You said scrunching up your nose.

“I could listen to you talk all night. But I think we’re here.” He said parking across a building. “is this it?”

“Yeah” You nodded. “You’re right dude. They don’t deserve me.”

“Don’t call me dude.” He grumbled. You call your friends ‘dude’. And he had no intentions of being just a friend to you.

“Fine dude” You chuckled. “Do you have a pen?” You asked.

“Uh I think” He felt his pockets and then pulled out a fountain pen he always carried around with him.

You took it from him and shook your head. “You business men and your pens” You snatched his arm and started writing something on his palm.

“I keep telling you I’m not a business man.” He argued.

His heart swelled with giddiness as he saw you write down numbers on his open palm.

“Call me if you wanna hear me talk some more, ‘night.” You struggled to open the door before stumbling out. He made sure you got inside your building safely before he entered your number in his phone. He didn’t ask your name, too caught up in your rant about women’s jeans not having pockets. So he just saved it as ‘pink lady’.

He was so excited to hear from you again that he called you the next morning. Only you had given him the wrong number. He didn’t know if it was a mistake or if you had just lead him on. He considered maybe ‘accidentally’ bumping into you near your apartment. But then he saw you. In his class, as his student.

You didn’t seem to remember him but obviously had a crush on him. You weren’t such a confident talker without the influence of alcohol, the one time he asked you what your name was you just replied with ‘I’ve never had one.’ Which was adorable but also infuriating.

Was he so damn forgettable? How did you manage to do such a number on him, so much so that you haunted his wet dreams, but you had completely forgotten about him and the whole encounter. Going about your merry life, your mind not plagued with such unprofessional and unethical thoughts.

He wanted to know you. To hear you ramble some more or be awkward. Literally anything but the cold shoulder you were giving him. So he did a bad thing. He called you out when you were clearly too busy ogling him. He revelled in the sick pleasure he got from embarrassing you.

“Why don’t we go talk in my office?” He suggested and collected his books without waiting for your answer. You both made your way over to his office, you following a few steps behind him. “After you.” He said as he held the door open for you.

He locked the little latch as he closed the door, instructing you to take a seat. He wasn’t sure why he had called you over. It wasn’t like he could actually act on his feelings. Or ask you if you remembered him at all. It would be out of the question. He would get fired from the university, his reputation would be tarnished.

He took a seat at his desk shuffling through the papers in his drawer and brought one out on the desk.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he took in your demure state. How you had made yourself so small across him. He decided then. He couldn’t possibly not do anything about his feelings. Once his mind was set on something he HAS to have it.

Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to simply bend you over the desk and take you in the most primal way possible. But he could wait. In just a few months you would graduate and he would ask you out. There was a possibility that you would turn him down. Again. But he’d take his chances and get what he wanted. He always did.

“Your grades aren’t doing so well Miss L/N” He said passing the paper over to you. “It’s a C. You barely passed. If you don’t get a B or up in your next exam you won’t pass my class.” As much as he loved seeing you everyday he needed you to graduate so he could have his way with you.

“Oh” You let out as you looked at the test.

“That’s all you have to say? What’s wrong? Do you not understand my teaching?” To which you shook your head no “Maybe you should focus on your studies before going to clubs and getting drunk.” He spit leaning back in his chair. He knew he was being harsh, but he also knew that you needed some tough love.

“I – clubs?” You looked up at him and frowned “I don’t go to clubs! How would you know anyway?”

“Oh so you don’t remember.” He sneered not taking too kindly to being forgotten so easily. “January’s last Thursday. You were wearing a pink dress.”

You looked as if you were in deep thought before your eyes widened almost popping out of their sockets. “Oh my god! You’re that business man!” You gasped.

“Listen closely. Because I won’t say it again. I’m not a business man. I’m a district attorney and your professor.” He said sternly as he threw his head back loosening his tie so frustrated with you. He’d have to be patient. Something he very obviously wasn’t. It’s alright. You were worth waiting for.

“Sorry” You mumbled half heartedly. You knew you remembered him from somewhere. You thought you had dreamt of meeting a handsome and charming business man. Apparently you were wrong. “Why am I here professor Barber?” You asked.

“I told you. You need to get your grades up.”

“Yeah but I’m sure many other students must’ve gotten a C or lower as well. Why are you so concerned with me? What’s so special about me?” You spit with an accusatory tone.

“I care about all my students.” It wasn’t a lie. He did. He just cared about you a little bit more.

“Uh – huh. Then why did you lock the door?”

“I didn’t want anyone to disturb us.” He cleared his throat as he sat up straight in his seat.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” You asked before exaggeratedly rolling them again.

He scoffed “You’re such a brat.” He shook his head. “I’ll have you straightened up in less than a week when you’re mine.”

You hummed at that. “In your dreams old man.”

“You’ll see sweetheart. I just have to wait till June.”

“Well how about you can have a little taste now? I can give you something if you can change my grade.” You offered biting your lips again.

He groaned at the tempting offer and sight “There’s nothing you can give me that will change my mind.”

“Isn’t there?” You got up and walked around the desk to him, exaggeratedly swaying your hips.

He moved in his chair to look at you kneeling between his legs. Rubbing your hands on his thighs.

“I’m sure I can change your mind.” You said confidently as you undid his buckle and pulled down his zipper.

“I doubt it.” A thought of maybe stopping you as you took his hard cock out of his briefs came to him. But then you looked at his length with such awe, as if you were admiring it.

“You like it?” He smirked.

You could only nod your head and try your best to not drool. “It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” You admitted. It was also the biggest, his rosy mushroom head slippery with precum, couple of blue veins adorning his thick shaft. You could wait to suck the life out of him.

“How many dicks have you seen?” He frowned. He didn’t really liking you thinking about anyone else’s dick, not when his was right in front of you. “Never mind. Finish what you started.” His impatience took over him as he pushed your head down, forcing you to open your mouth and swallow him whole. He moaned at the feeling of your warm wet mouth wrapped around him. “Relax your throat.” He ordered as he pushed deeper into you.

Sighing deeply as his tip hit the back of your throat, groaning as you choked around him before swallowing. “That’s it good girl.” He praised caressing your jaw. Rubbing away the tears cascading down your cheeks.

He pulled some papers out of his bag as your raised your brows at him. “I need to get some work done sweetheart.” He shifted his hips to sit back on his chair. “How about you keep me warm till then?” He said as you whined “What? Do you have other plans?”

You shook your head as he muttered a “Good” And started going through his paperwork. “You can swallow honey. But that’s all you can do. Don’t you dare move.” He warned.

It was proving to be quiet a task. He couldn’t really focus on anything but your mouth and how he wanted to just fuck it and you stupid. But he was teaching you a lesson. He had to wait a while before he came down your throat. Besides this would give him an opportunity to really savor the feel of you.

You laid your head on his thigh as he flipped through his papers for the next half an hour. Suckling here and there to not mess up his pants. When you realised that he might be interested in you, even just a little. You hoped he would just take you, make your dreams come true. You had no idea what the fuck this shit about waiting was. But you were too afraid to say no to him.

He haphazardly put down his pen. Releasing a shaky breath he finally took hold of your head. Rolling his hips a little, he pulled his length out and pushed it back in. Setting a slow and steady pace, knowing that he’d come all too soon.

You moaned as his hand went down to cup your breast fondling it so gently. He lost it as he felt the little vibrations “Do it again” He demanded as you moaned around his length. He held onto the back of your throat driving his hips up a couple of times before spilling in your throat. “Swallow it all.” He ordered as he pulled out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

He groaned as he as your throat swallow a gulp “Clean me up. I have to go to work.” He pushed his tip against your lips as your tongue peaked out and licked what you couldn’t swallow and your spit off of him. You gave his tip a last kiss before tucking him back in his pants.

You stood up on wobbly feet, straightening the wrinkles in your dress. You went over to your chair cleaning your mouth up with a hanky Professor offered. “So you’ll change my grade now?” You pushed your test towards him.

He laughed “We never agreed to that sweetheart.”

“But I – but we – but I just!”

He shushed you putting his papers back in his bag “That would be unethical. You’ll be coming to my house for lessons. We have to make sure you graduate. Are you free tonight?” He looked up as you nodded “Good. Then we’ll decide if you’re worthy of a reward.” He pulled his laptop bag over his shoulder as he walked towards the door, unlatching it and holding it open for you. “I’ll see you tonight sweetheart.”

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The Legendary Masai Mara

February 26, 2017

Thursday evening after ward rounding Luke and I packed and cleaned the apartment in preparation for departure the following morning. We over ate at dinner to finish our leftovers and other things that we didn’t want to throw away. Luke made a delicious cold pasta salad with pesto, beets, and green peas for us to eat on the road. I made some PB&J’s and chopped up some fruits. We were ready to go Friday morning after making a large breakfast and packing the last of our dried laundry and camelback/filters. Leonard and a PCEA driver met us at 9am and we loaded four large suitcases and our carry ons in to the car (they fit but juuuuuust barely)! I got the front seat while Luke, Leonard, and another person we were driving to Nairobi sat in the back seat. Luckily there were seat belts that worked as the drive gave me anxiety. I personally don’t see why speeding through town really benefits anyone. I also have come to the conclusion that people driving cars see motorbikes as invisible. I am confused why most Kenyan’s say that motorbikes are the most dangerous thing on the road when people in cars insist on driving them off the road – makes me feel like the cars are the instigators while the motorbike accidents are consequences of defensive driving. That said you wouldn’t believe (unless you’ve seen it yourself) the types of things that people on motorbikes transport. There was a bedframe balancing on the back of one spanning the full 6feet wide. Other motorbikes are packed taller than the driver with corn stalks that also span 6feet wide. In one case there was a person sitting on top of the corn stalks, barreling down the road with his knees at the level of the drivers shoulders, balancing with his arms.

Four hours later we were being dropped off at Hampton House and shaking hands with Leonard and the driver to thank them for getting us there safely. The Hampton House is a really well taken care of estate (we stayed there upon arrival to Nairobi as well) that has rooms with ensuite kitchenettes. We were on the second level this time right next to a really nice sitting room that was shared by all the hotel guests but it was empty during the afternoon so Luke and I took tea in there and relaxed in the sunlight. We also visited the hotel’s playground that has a full basketball court, jungle gym, and several picnic tables and swinging chairs. Very relaxing! After lunch we got out our computers and did some work. Luke had a business meeting and I got some logging completed in preparation for graduation from residency. Unfortunately later in the day, the shared common room was packed with loud ex-pats so we had to endure some less-relaxing noise. They cleared out before bedtime and as there is no alcohol allowed at the Hampton House, they didn’t get too rowdy. We did some final packing of our bags and prepared for our departure for safari the following morning.

Saturday morning we were picked up by Esther and a driver for Kenya Budget Safaris. We were skeptical regarding what we were going to get with a budget safari, so we were prepared for anything. However, she showed up on time and was fantastic – she had been our booking agent via email prior to the safari so it was really nice of her to be present in person to meet us. They drove us to central Nairobi and pointed out some key locations. Luke and I noted how many trees were present in such a large city. As we were driving around a round-about, my mouth literally dropped open when I saw a HUGE bird – maybe a crane or stork – flying through the air with a 4 foot wingspan. It landed in the top of a tree next to half a dozen of the same huge birds. My safari had begun! We pulled over and dragged our four huge/heavy bags along the sidewalk in Nairobi (feeling very exposed) especially when a guy approached us asking for money for food within 30seconds of getting out of our car and I putting on my backpack carry on. We walked quickly around the corner to the office entryway and somehow fit all of us and our luggage on to the small elevator to take us up to their office. The elevator door kept getting confused by Luke’s elbow or something and would keep reopening. Eventually we made it up and in to the office which was packed with desks, chairs, computers, and other people’s luggage. We labelled our bags and paid for our safari with Esther. She gave us water bottles for the weekend and a receipt while we sat and waited for the departure time. Someone had hand-painted the walls to depict very nice safari images.

When the time came, Esther escorted us down to the car where we met Stanley, our guide and driver, and the other people that had also signed up for a budget/joining safari. One was a German anesthesiology resident who had chosen to tour Rwanda, Tanzania, and Kenya during his vacation time from residency. Another couple is from Slovakia, the female works for the embassy or consulate and her boyfriend was visiting her for the next few weeks. The last member is a Lithuanian woman who is living and attending university in Sweden and doing a study abroad project in Nairobi regarding lighting planning or something. We departed and promptly got stuck in Nairobi traffic for about a half an hour. Once we were on the highway we travelled quickly toward Masai Mara (south west of Nairobi). The highways were wider and better maintained that the ones North of Nairobi. We stopped at a tourist stop overlooking the Great Rift Valley and bought some souvenirs (which were lacking in Chogoria as it is not a tourist town). Stanley pointed out some plants and told some stories along the way to familiarize us with Kenyan scenery. We drove through a very dry Great Rift Valley watching dust tornadoes and brush whip past the windows. After several hours of driving we finally pulled off for lunch in Narok town where we had a buffet lunch of chapatti, cabbage, greens, spaghetti noodles, and beans. Luke and I explored a tourist shop and were overwhelmed by the severity of bargaining for a simple souvenir. The bidding started at $250 USD and I was severely insulted that they thought I could afford that cost. I wonder if anyone just hands them cash to pay for things. Eventually we got the souvenir for an okay-ish simply because I couldn’t afford what he was asking and I got in to the car to leave.

The drive continued after lunch but eventually, the paved road ended. Stanley pulled off to the side of the road and started to strap himself physically to the steering wheel reassuring us that this was for our safety. He told us to not take pictures of the Masai people because some of them are distrustful and they might throw rocks at the vehicle. Lastly, he told us to buckle our seat belts and hold on and that he likely wouldn’t stop for any animals we might see but he might slow down if we ask him. And off we went, barreling down this dirt road past other buses and cars that were slowly making their way down the non-graded dirt road. To a certain extent I totally understand why one should travel quickly down a dirt road to avoid the washboard phenomenon – but it was pretty intense. However, Stanley was true to his word and we got past the dirt road safely. We eventually slowed down because the pot holes got bigger and he had to start slowing down to actually go through them. We passed Masai after Masai, out following their goat herds or cow herds as they grazed over the countryside. At one point Stanley told us that there was a “new road” that was a short cut – mostly because the old road bridge was out – but also because this was faster. So we drove off the road and through a farmer’s field – this was obviously a common thing because the farmer was there waiting with a log across the road to take a toll and move the log out of the way. We headed down this road in the middle of nowhere and through some riverbeds that our car, luckily, made its way through. The car/bus had a submarine air vent in case the engine went under water. We sped past more fields and Masai people. Sometimes waving at the kids, occasionally getting rocks thrown at us (despite no one taking photos). We turned on to nondescript roads several times (you wouldn’t have known a road was there unless you were familiar) and eventually pulled up to an abandoned looking village. Turns out our camp, Miti Mingi Ecocamp, is located right next to the Masai Mara park, just adjacent to this town. During peak season this town is jumping with tourists and full of people, but currently we are heading in to the rainy season which is less popular for tourism (as many roads are impassable).

We were oriented to the camp (limited times for power, hot shows available if you let the water run for a long time, and semi-permanent army-like canvas tents with beds in them and ensuite bathrooms) and then packed our things to head out on a game drive!

After tea, Stanley loaded us back up in the bus, having opened the roof for better viewing. We drove the 5minutes to Masai Mara and entered the gates. Both sides were lined with Masai women selling trinkets/souvenirs. As we pulled over to the side to pay the entry fees (which Stanley was in charge of) the women opened the bus windows themselves and held the trinkets in our laps to purchase. After many “no thank yous” Stanley got back in the bus and we drove off. We saw zebras, gazelles, and impala right off the bat. The wildebeest were numerous – the first time I have seen them in person! Water buffalo and giraffe were also readily seen. Stanley drove us away from the rest of the safari vehicles so we were relatively alone. We saw some hippos in a pond, many birds, hartebeest, tophi, as well as many cows and sheep being herded by the Masai people. Our favorite part was when Stanley said “what are the impala looking at?” and drove off the road to explore. He discovered three lionesses lounging in the shade! We took our fill of photos and then he radioed to the other drivers their location. Shortly thereafter dozens of vehicles appeared to inundate the lions with photos as we drove away. The sun was setting while an evening storm was passing over the fields dropping the temperatures to around 60 and we headed back to the gate.

Dinner was buffet style as well: cabbage, beans, spaghetti, and mashed potatoes. And of course black tea and fruit for dessert. The camp has a canteen and we were able to purchase alcohol – so Luke and I purchased some Gin and Krest and made a kind of Gin and tonic. We sat and chatted for a while with our fellow safari companions before heading to bed.

Day 2 of safari dawned before sunrise

My night was interrupted by an itchy right foot – something had made a meal of my right foot and ankle. I fitfully fell back asleep and tried not to run through a differential of what could have caused the bites, while listening to the chorus of dog vs hyena howls that basically didn’t end all evening. We had breakfast as the sun was rising – Kenyan pancakes, toast, and beans with green pepper with coffee or tea – and jumped in our safari van.

We saw so many interesting animals throughout the day. The dikdik is a tiny deer (about the size of a cat) and we saw quite a few of these, travelling mostly in pairs. The meercat (Timone) were always discovered running from the vehicles at far distances, so it was hard to get a good photo of them. We would only see them standing on their hind legs from way far off before their colony would take off running. We saw the typical zebra, impala, gazelle, and wildebeest in large numbers and varying distances. We saw again the crowned crane that has a large yellow halo of feathers around their heads. We saw a ton of vibrantly colored birds – however our camera lens does not capture photos of small, far off things so we had to enjoy them with our eyeballs and memories instead. We saw another lioness basking in the sunlight all by herself and enjoyed watching her preen herself before moving on. We saw jackal running off in to the distance. Several cool animals that I didn’t expect myself to be so excited to see included the vultures and ostrich (so silly looking). In fact – while we were tracking several lions (our guide was looking at prints out the window of the vehicle and driving all around – along with several other vans/guide groups – I kept thinking out loud to Luke that I’d like to go get closer to the ostriches and vulture instead of seeing the lions. This was obviously crazy talk because as soon as I saw the lions I was wrapped up in watching them. We eventually found the lions behind a wall of vehicles that were already parked, taking photos of the lions (I took a photo of the line of cars). There was one young male lion and two lionesses lounging in the early morning sunlight. Despite being surrounded by cars, the lions rarely looked at any vehicle and chose to remain aloof to our presence. After lounging around for 15-20minutes they may have eventually got tired of the vans slowly encroaching on their space because the male lion walked behind the hill and sat in the shade – so of course all of the vans moved to see what he was up to. Then the lionesses got tired and they stood up, walked off leaving the male lion with his human entourage. As they walked by (almost touching the back of our van) they were very affectionate with their sister lion, rubbing up against each other and at times helping each other clean their fur. The male lion eventually decided to follow them off to wherever they went and he walked past our van as well. Instead of following them in to the trees, however, he plopped down in the middle of the road in front of a van, and proceeded to bask in the sunlight there – the lionesses watching him and his actions from a little ways off.

We saw warthog (very skittish), giraffe, and elephants – which everyone in the group had been most excited to see as we had been out driving for almost the whole day before seeing them. We saw buffalo in large numbers and, very exciting, saw a cheetah basking in the sunlight in the middle of a huge field of dried grass. It kept moving its tail around but otherwise didn’t budge from its spot. After the cheetah we started to make our way over to the Mara river that is the border between Tanzania and Kenya. The guide told us that it’s too bad that they share a border with Tanzania as they have very liberal policies regarding hunting these animals and often animals cross in to Tanzania and get hunted for sport. At one point during the drive to find the river, we almost got stuck in mud pits. In typical Stanley fashion, we were barreling through fields of wet mud in order to prevent us from getting stuck. We had two hair moments where we were crossing trickling streams vs water pits and had to slowly approach, and then slam on the gas to get over them. Luckily we made it through (at one point we saw another vehicle stuck at an odd angle having gotten trapped in a pit) so well done Stanley. We got out at the marker that indicates a non-Mara river border with Tanzania and started to take a picture – but then Stanley informed us that Tanzania was the other direction – so we walked out of Tanzania and back in to Kenya to take a photo of our van that was parked in Tanzania.

We arrived at the river to see a huge pod of hippos – maybe 60 of them in total with only a small proportion of them actually above the water. Occasionally a head would emerge to make grunting noises and take a breath before heading back under water. There were a number of teeny hippo babies to watch and enjoy. Hippos are notoriously dangerous and kill a large number of humans per year. There were armed rangers available for human protection and evidently they were willing to take us tourists on a tour of the river to see the crocodiles and hippos (for a tip of course). So we wandered down the river path and saw some huge crocodiles (15feet long and at lease 3feet wide) – one was quietly resting in the water and looked like a stone until he decided he was going to head upstream towards the hippo pod and his tail emerged from the water to help propel him against the very strong current. Another croc was basking in the sun with his mouth open. Another croc was across the river with an exposed tail on the riverbank. We crossed the Mara river to use the bathrooms provided at a private conservancy across the way and saw this sweet pink and purple colored lizard. We also saw some monkeys and bird nests filling up the yellow fever acacia trees.

Our guide set up a picnic blanket next to a set of trees inhabited by monkeys – so we enjoyed our lunch listening to hippo grunts and fighting off the monkey thieves. After lunch we took the dry roads back towards the entrance of the park and saw more elephants. While we were driving around to get a close look at an infant elephant (small enough to walk under mom’s belly) Luke and the guide both pointed out a small cat-like animal that was walking nearby called a serval. Bigger than a house cat but much smaller than the other big cats out on safari. It plopped itself down in the field to bask in the sunlight (detecting a pattern of cat-like behavior). We drove right up next to it and it basically ignored us as we snapped our photos. We were nearing the end of the day (and the end of our energy) so we drove back to the camp. We were invited to visit the Masai Mara village (for a fee) or hike the nearby mountain with our guide but Luke and I opted to just chill as we were nearing the end of our trip and we felt weird about exploiting the Masai Mara (although we understand that the money goes directly to their village and supports their family income etc) – so we relaxed at our tented camp and took hot showers. The hot showers were a huge debate at the camp as most Westerners denied that there was hot water but all the locals insisted that the water turns hot eventually. So I followed the instructions of the locals exactly – I turned on only the hot water (right side) and let it run for like 5minutes as I slowly gathered my shower stuffs. The bathroom was a half-circle at the back of our canvas tent that had a showerhead in the ceiling to the left and a sink to the middle and toilet to the right. The water from the shower ran over the floor to empty out a drain (hole in the ground) past the toilet. So for the rest of the evening we had to walk through the shower water to get to the toilet. The water went from cold to tolerable chilly so I decided to start my shower as I hated wasting water. As I showered the water kind of warmed up to the point that I could stand to stand under it (instead of just washing my hair like I had been doing when I started). By the end of my shower I would be willing to call it warm – and Luke arrived to start his shower (lucky bastard). By the end of his shower the water was definitely warm and maybe hot-ish but certainly not hot hot.

Dinner was rice, vegetables, beans, and cabbage. Luke and I continued to work on the Gin and Krest. We sat around chatting with our fellow safari-ers for a while but we all headed to bed early in anticipating of a 5am awakening as we were told breakfast was at 5:30am and departure (with bags packed) would be just before 6am.

Day 3

5am arrived – I was awoken by a cowbell being rung at 4:58, but Luke and the other safari-ers didn’t hear it so maybe it was a figment of my imagination. I started to get ready and pack and eventually Luke joined me. At 5:30am we were ready so we carried our bags over to the kitchen just in time for the lights to go on (there were limited generator hours at the camp). We discovered that no one had prepared breakfast yet and that they were just getting started (I think the cowbell was their alarm). So Luke, myself, and the other safariers sat around waiting for the water to boil for tea and breakfast to be served – which ended up being at 6am. We downed breakfast (Kenyan pancakes, beans, toast) and jumped in the van for one last game drive before heading back to Nairobi.

We watched the sun rise over the savannah with a small-ish family of wildebeest arriving from Tanzania. We watched them walk, eat, hang out, the babies run around playing, and several ?males running around like they were being pursued by lions (we joked that there was a physical trainer). We later were able to see several hyena tearing up some poor dead animal. They were battling jackals and various species of vultures for the leftovers which made for some interesting watching. There was also a really cool eagle trying to get a piece but I didn’t get a good photo of it and he wasn’t very successful with the other animals around. We slowly made our way back to the park entrance, took a final photo, and started the trip back to Nairobi around 9am.

We stopped at a “curio” shop where they sell souvenirs and did some intense bargaining to try to spend a reasonable-ish amount for a souvenir. After over-paying we continued the drive. Lunch was at another buffet location along the way – more rice, beans, vegatables, and cabbage. We didn’t arrive to the safari main office in Nairobi until around 4pm after dropping off a couple of our fellow tourists along the way. The plan was for Luke and I to gather our luggage and transfer to another vehicle to drop off the remainder of the tourists and then Luke and I at the airport. While we were walking towards the office we started to feel an itching of the throat and were informed that it was tear gas that had been fired relatively recently. We were confused as to why there was tear gas and were starting to ask our driver about it while we were walking – when suddenly there was a popping sound and gas dispersal in the air ahead of us (another tear gas can had been fired). As we needed to travel through the cloud in order to get to the office entrance – the three of us quickly decided to run and we headed in to the cloud. Your eyes watered unless you kept them mostly closed and then they just itched, your throat produced saliva and felt scratchy causing you to cough. We ran to the office entrance where the security officers closed the doors behind us as we coughed and recovered from the gas along with the half-dozen other people who had run in to the building with us. As we waited (a long time) for the elevator to arrive, the driver explained that the tear gas was being thrown by the government because it is an election year – the opposition party was trying to organize and get interest – and the government was trying to suppress them organizing/assembling.

We recovered and gathered our 4large bags of luggage from the safari office. The driver squished the luggage as well as Luke and I in to the elevator along with two poor people who work in the building. We profusely apologized but they didn’t seem perturbed. Once we headed back outside, the tear gas had mostly dissipated except for a small tickle in the throat. We quickly walked back around the corner to the van where the other tourists were waiting. We packed the van to the brim and headed in to Nairobi traffic to continue dropping people off. We were immediately stuck in traffic – at one point we didn’t move an inch from one spot for at least 15minutes. We verrryyyy slowly made it through town to drop off the first couple – we drove past some embassies including the very impressive Russian embassy. Valerie informed us that the US embassy is even more intimidating (of course - sigh). We continued slowly through traffic to drop off the last person who is currently renting an apartment in Kibera. When I say slowly – I mean that three hours after we left the safari office, we were finally pulling up to the airport. Luke and I proceeded to open our luggage and move things around to distribute weight, remove items that cannot be taken in the carryon, and gather our electronics. This was especially frustrating because our bags were all too heavy! Luckily, Clark, Lena, and Jen arrived at that time! They had an extra bag that we could move our final items in to and we were saved.

We went through three different security checkpoints and finally made it to the cafeteria to get some dinner. Luke and I had Indian food (yum yum yum) and I ended up needing to drink a ton of liquids because I was so dehydrated. We eventually boarded the plane (scheduled to depart at midnight) after we had to suffer in the boarding area’s oppressive heat. As we were about to get on the plane, a flight attendant asked the crowd “is anyone a doctor?” – Clark and I walked up to see what was going on. A lady had vomited on board and protocol was that she needs to be removed from the flight to prevent passing contagious diseases on to others. We asked questions to figure out why she might have vomited and concluded that it was likely because she took an anti-malaria pill on an empty stomach as she didn’t have any other symptoms of illness and was fine until she took the pill. They allowed her on the plane and they wrote down our seating assignment so that if anything happens they can come find us there.

The flight was otherwise uneventful – we were able to spread out as the flight was not full - and Luke was able to actually sleep on the plane (which is really challenging for him). I actually slept worse than him (not typical) but we were relatively well rested by the time we arrived in Amsterdam. Which is, pretty much, an oasis. The bathroom when I arrived was a dream – clean, large, with motion detector flush that didn’t trigger with minimal movement. I was able to change my clothes, brush my teeth, and feel amazing. We had breakfast with real coffee and stroopfwaffels, pancakes for me and omelet for Luke. The flight to Detroit and finally to Traverse City went without a hitch, despite long annoying lines in Detroit to get through US customs.

Upon arrival in Traverse City, our luggage arrived and Marcelo was there to pick us up and deliver us home where he and Norika had prepared a delicious dinner of chestnut sage soup and gnocci with eggplant tomato sauce. We were falling asleep in our chairs by 8:30pm so we headed to bed – full, happy, and so so lucky.

See you later, Kenya. Until we meet again…

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lazulii-rain · 6 years

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don’t mind me, i’ve decided to start keeping a physical log of my experiences in life just to get them down and have a place to record the beautiful events transpiring. i doubt anyone will read these but me, but if you are reading this, sorry to drop you in the middle of my life lol. should have started at a more focused point. BUT ITS ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL AND JUST FOR ME ANYWAY

ill be totally writing a recap of everything since the moment we met and probably before, a chronicle of my life so i can go back because my memory suuuucks and i don’t want to lose a moment of this. (BAE, Before Anyone Else. It’s very special to usss and i’m the first/only person my hunny has ever called that. i used to use it ironically but now only use it for my Bae. c: )

OKAY. 08/18/18...heh (oops forgot to post when i finished writing it. lol) My love has a day off today; so I was excited to spend my day with him, but also aware of the fact I wouldn’t get a lot of what I had to finish completed. I design logos, t-shirts and tattoos, have a few projects on the go that I need to work on. But he is more important in my opinion. awoke really early to the annoying Luna (black tabby who belongs to my roommate) EATING PEACHY’S FOOD. (also roomates orange tabby, but not really his bc her previous abusive owner abandoned her and he complained about having her... So we kind of bonded. she used to be a super anxious kitty until attaching to my Bae and I.) First time I got up and shooed her away, but that woke Bae up. and when I heard her back at it I whipped a wooden spoon at her from the bed, so that he was not disturbed. Gave up after that and drifted back to sleep because hunny flung his arm & leg over me, so I was trapped as heck and loving every second of it (tho my face was kinda buried so I couldn’t breathe lmaoooo) When he woke up, we were both in funny sassy moods, I showered while he played guitar and drank his coffee, as I was waiting to go get one at Tim’s. We got chicken wraps because I was so hungry I literally couldn’t decide what to get, I wanted everything, so he chose for us loool. ♥ cutie. He managed to make a giant sploosh with his coffee all over one of the tie dye shirts I made him for his birthday, by squeezing the coffee too tight (He is clumsy yet capable of longboarding fullspeed holding a pizza and an open coffee.... lmao.. how does that work? :P) and he had a funny looking shirt for the day but it’s okay because he is adorable no matter what. There was also victims of his spill all over the floor and table, for losing a tiny bit of coffee it was an impressive blood bath. I had an iced coffee obviously because it was hot outside, he’ll get a hot coffee even in like 32C degree weather, because he’s satan like that looool. On the way to the bus stop I was concerned that there was a strange vibe and we both confirmed our desire for an authentic, respectful, loving adventurous life together, and my worry quickly faded. He put his arm around me and we vaped and drank our coffee, our bus came pretty instantly and we were off. Our friend wrote a very insightful and inspiring story about mediation and consciousness, but I had a few things I didn’t agree with/wanted to add onto, so I am in the process of writing out my review on it as he’d like to publish it. Stop 1. Bae’s cellphone company store so he could re-activate his phone. He has such an old plan that it doesn’t exist anymore, but gives him a way better deal than what is offered currently, and it was grandfathered in on a loyalty plan so they can’t change it, but they can make it difficult to renew every month. lol. so he has to go in and call someone at the store to manually enter the plan specifications so he can activate. they put him on hold for ten minutes and we decided to just leave and stay on hold adventuring until we were answered. ANOTHER WHILE PASSES and they go off-hold, only to be like lol i’ll call u back in 20 minutes this is gonna be a process.... oh,. lmao. ok so. Stop 2. The vape shoppp. Somehow Bae knew exactly where to go with no map from wherever we were, when I literally had no idea where we were until we rounded the corner and were basically there. HOW?! I’ve been there so many times and yet get lost so damn easily. I am directionally challenged af, but getting a lot better with it esp. in this city. lol. We didn’t need juice, but went to go see kev as he had given me an IOU and half off the juice on my mum’s death day, and I had forgotten my debit card!!!! >:( he was nice to me tho because apparently i always brighten their day with my vibezzzz and we are becoming closer friends and trust each otherr. very grateful. ALSO THAT DAY (aug 16) i went the wrong way from the shop, because i was disassociating all day, and when i finally found my way to a bus stop, took it the WRONG DIRECTION and ended up somewhere in the city i’ve never been, and because my bus pass was also not with me and i paid like 1.75(all i had) of the 3.75 fare, and asked him to give me a transfer because i needed to go the opposite direction, he tried to say i was scamming him or something NO BITCH I NEED TO GO HOME AND HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE DAY AND JUST WANT TO GET ON THE FRICKEN BUS HOME. I growled that it was my mom’s deathaversary and i am not from here because i moved a few months ago, and he was like “ok i’ll give u a break this once..” like wtf! ugh it was a strange day but i made it. ANYWAY. back to today. We had some fun talks with kev about RDA’s, and a new mod box but they only rly carry kits which we didn’t want for Bae. So we paid the IOU and went on our way. En route to next stop, we saw the Shaw sign and walked along this BEAUTIFUL RIVER that I remember dearly from me and Bae’s first week/visit together in person (we met and fell in love online).... I was squealey and so excited, wanted to leap into the river but realized that it was totally nasty so decided to enjoy the walk instead, lol. We saw a cute duck folding its neck to put its head on its body. LMAO. Bae was like quackquackquacckkkkk. Quack attack. XD I mentioned that I really love this area and inquired if the MAGICAL SPIRAL STAIRCASE was near here; because I also remember running valiantly up that with intensity during our first week. He laughed and was like “Ya. we’re near it. It’s almost like I planned out this walk ;) “ HEHEHEHEHEHEHEE So we got to the staircase and as I went to leap up it as fast as I could, he STEPS IN FRONT OF ME and starts walking super slow. hahahahahaha. wtf. obvi trying to make me run up the broader edge as i adore running rly rly fast up the narrow loop of the spiral staircase, so i did and pretended i was an airplane, usually its a dragon but this time i was like nyoooom. lol. so when we got to the top i was giggling my butt off and mentioned the plane thing, and hunny was like “or you know, an eagle riding an upcurrent” and i was like OMG MORE ACCURATE! he’s brilliant tho even for silly things like that. ♥ we walked thru south-asian fest to go to city hall for a bus pass, and when i saw Asian (I don’t know anything about geography ever) i was like OMG SUSHI BAE?!?!?!!?!?!?! and he was like hehe , no love, SOUTH asian fest. i looked around and was like oh, no sushi. :( but still cool music and culture! noted that this is some people’s whole adventure, and we are passing thru but still it’s only a tiny fragment of our adventure! Stop 3: Took a quick stop to grab me a new bus pass only to find out it’s a government building and closed on the weekends. lmao. SMOOTH. but it’s fine because we actually saw these really cool sculptures inside of dragon-scale and tentacle-like patterns, aztec rock-like patterns, and one kinda plain one that had a cute dog on top. Kind of like square-ish uneven poles. very cool! ALSO in one of the accessable rooms, there was a huge art exhibit that, at first glance, looked like a toddler went nuts with toy cars, cardboard, lego, paint and other childlike items, but upon close inspection we realized it was very in-depth metaphorical, substantial political and environmental statements. We laughed more, stayed longer, and took more pictures than I expected we would when first walking into that room. Slyly sighed and giggled at each other as we watched other people walk into the room only to quickly circle the exhibit and leave, without actually investigating or considering the significance of the creations. (MY COTTON IS BURNING AND I CHANGED IT LIKE 2 DAYS AGO...random) i had to pee and saw the cutest little black girls observing themselves in the mirror with their beauuutiful dresses on, as they were attending a wedding happening in the area, and i complimented them on their outfits. The older of the two said thank you shyly, and when her younger (I presume sister) asked for clarification, not able to speak fluent english yet, the older girl explained in her language, and the little one beamed a smile and said “thank you!” WARMED MY DAMN HEART. Bae & I went on our way to the next stop, while waiting for a stoplight to change, I looked over at some random building, gasped in awe, and whipped out my phone to take a picture, saying “I may be a resident of this city but i will always act like a tourist”. This man crossing the street conjunct to us saw my wonder at such a small event, smiled ear to ear, and looked back at the building I mentioned even though he has obviously lived here a long time. When I turned around, I saw a Beautiful Monument that had one word in English, “Dignity”, and one in French, “Egilate”. I said to Bae that I assume “Egilate” was French for dignity, but the same man who saw me and smiled about my passion turned around and said “it means Equality :) “ I was very thankful for his knowledge and obviously instilled some passion back in his heart with my excitement at the world around me. As my hunny always says, “stop and smell the roses.” and we saw some beautiful apartments and i photographed the numbers so we could find out prices, as we intend to move into our own roommate-free place ASAP. Living with this guy isn’t exactly private or nest-like, or inducing of healing/aligning. We are working hard on that to be safe and in a place we can work on our dreams together. Including a loft, a place with nice balconies, and we saw an older place that was dingy at first glance but no, actually had MARBLE OUTSIDE WALLS. wow. musta been top notch back in the day. Stop 3: we went to the weed dispensary to get some pot for hunny, because although i miss toking intensely i can’t anymore but he’s still a proud stoner and i looooooove him for it. he ended up getting a quarter of 2 different indicas’ northern lights and grape god flower, as well as blue dream crumble for 25% off. grabbed a coil for his dab attachment for his vape as well which was on suprise 420 sale. it was like 4:28 and apparently after 4:20 every day something random goes on sale; no customer or employee knows what it is; its just a suprise if anyone gets it completely. and it happened to be the exact item my hunny needed to get. coincidence? ;) we went to timmies a few times downtown, i cant exactly remember the order of when or why, but the first time, hunny bought me an iced coffee and a large icey water because i was desperately thirsty and needed liquid. the second time i grabbed him a coffee and myself another iced water cause i am apparently always thirsty. lmao. looked for torches for his dab rig so he can enjoy, we decided to go to canadian tire(but realized later on the bus that it was closed, thankfully before our stop for home, so we just went str8 home.) we went to freedom again and bae got his service back bc apparently the guy on the phone fixed it and never called backkk....... lol. My Bae decided to take me to a bong shop, for “apparently no reason” Just to mess around and have fun....lol..... we got there and there were beautiful glass cabinets filled with showcased, amazing, meticulous handmade pieces. Pendants, pipes, bongs, all of it so beautiful. He grabbed a one-hitter that glows under UV Light, slime design, and we went on our way after good chats with the very passionate shopworker. We went to find a place for Bae to smoke some weed, and ran into a cute community garden with honeybees and carpenter bees stuffing their faces in flowers. As well as a group of finches playing and wiggling their butts in the dust. Very adorable, we took a video and then hunny chased them away haha. Cool mural that appeared quite old, some hilarious facial expressions that I snagged close-ups of. When we got home, I made him a piece of the lasagna I cooked for his birthday, and made myself a cream-based pasta with onion because I was lasagna-d out. (it was like a 10 lb beast of a lasagna) I wanted to grab a few beers while I hung out, so hunny gave me 5 bucks to make sure I had enough for two. When I went out I realized I forgot my vape and surely it was safe at home, so dealt with not vaping on the trip. On my bus ride home, the ding for stop request appeared normal as I sat in the very back by the speakers, but out of nowhere it made the LOUDEST Most terrifying screech noise and I jumped/winced. Everyone looked at me and laughed a little in solidarity, I moved a few seats because sure enough it happened again, thank gosh I wasn’t right by it that time. When I got home, my vape wasn’t anywhere that I thought it was. I freaked a little and started crying, didn’t even wanna hit Bae’s vape because it wasn’t my baby; this is when I realized how attached I was. He beelined to a spot under my clothes and found it in like .5 seconds, how, I have no idea. I was sooo grateful for his radiance and helpfulness as always. ♥ IT WAS A GREAT DAY.

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