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Field Trip Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie and Jeon Somi

A/N: This was another pitch by @xiaoondc, the Momo smut was his idea as well. I don’t know how long this will be, I’m just going off of the pitch. I finished my collab smut that I wrote for when I hit 1k followers, just waiting to reach it now. Enjoy!

Also, this contains sexual violence and a humiliation scene, so that might not suit everyone. 

Editing this a year and a half later, little did I know that this would blow up to be my biggest smut ever, more than 1,000 notes racked up over time. Can’ t thank you guys enough.   -상훈

Length: 4.83k

Possible TW: Whipping, spanking, rough gangbang, humiliation, etc

Tags: Gangbang, bondage, whipping, spanking, dub con, throatfuck, anal, humiliation

Field Trip Part 2

It was about ten in the morning when the plane landed in Kenya. After a not-so-good night of sleep on the plane, Jennie was ready to be off. 

It wasn’t as though she wasn’t looking forward to the trip, she had been anticipating that for ages. But she wasn’t used to the heat of Africa or being jetlagged from changing time zones. She would be glad to have some rest in the hotel before the tour started. They would be exploring the Kenyan savanna with the tour guide and passing through the village of an the Kikuyu tribe (real Kenyan tribe, by the way), then making a circle back to Nairobi. Her taxi took her to the hotel, and after giving him his pay she stepped out and cast an eye over the hotel. A large sign out front on the roof read ‘Radisson Blu’, along with another on the west wall. She could tell just looking at it that she had chosen the right one. When she entered and checked in, a bellhop showed her to her room. The lobby was one of the finest she had ever seen, and that way saying a lot. The interior had a white theme with dark colored armchairs. Plants dotted the room here and there, and twinkling lights hung from the ceiling. Even the hallway leading to her room was extravagantly decorated. She took her luggage off the rack and unlocked her room with her keycard. She would have a couple of hours before the tour started, enough to get a good rest in. She quickly undressed and fell into the immense bed, falling asleep within seconds.    

…

  When she woke, she realized she would need to move quickly, the tour was starting in fifteen minutes. She got up and slipped on her shorts and crop top, not wanting to be stuck in pants or anything warm while she was out in the hot Kenya sun. After a quick snack she headed out to her taxi and headed to the venue for the tour. She arrived shortly after, where a small group of other foreigners (foreigners to Kenya, not Kenyans themselves) were waiting for it to start. The tour guide introduced herself as Ngina Mwangi and shepherded them onto a large, open-windowed bus. Jennie sat down next to a friendly-looking Korean woman and introduced herself. “I’m Somi,” the woman said in response to Jennie. “Jeon Somi. How are you?” “Good.” Replied Jennie. “It’s really hot here, especially compared to Seoul.” “You live in Seoul too?”   “Yes! What district?”    “I’m in Gangnam-gu, what about you?”    “Ah, I’m in Insa-dong. Not that far from Gangnam-gu, though.”    The two of them hit it off, getting along well as the only two Koreans there. (Yes, I know Somi isn’t Korean, but give me a break, she moved when she was a year old. Besides, Somi wasn’t my idea.) Ngina pointed out various historical sites and landmarks along the way, and after a while they pulled up to the village boundary of the Kikuyu tribe. All of them disembarked the bus and walked into the village.    The tribe leader shook hands with Ngina, saying something in Swahili, and welcomed the group into the village.  “I guess these people know Ngina,” Jennie whispered to Somi.     “Probably from all the tours,” Somi replied. “I wonder what they do when they get to this village?”   “Mmm, I don’t know. Just have a look around, maybe? They’ll lead us around.” However, Jennie’s assumptions were incorrect. The tour guide invited them to look around themselves, as allowed by the tribe leader. Jennie noticed the leader’s gaze following them as they wandered off.    “So,” said Somi, once they were away from the village, “Ngina said to meet back at the village in three hours?”   “Yes, I expect they’ll want us back before the high heat of the afternoon. Liability issues, you know.”    “I guess. She gave us maps to get back, but they’re not easy to read. C’mon, let’s have a look around.”    The natives were very friendly, though they had trouble understanding what Jennie and Somi were saying. They got along it fine though, and ate up about an hour talking with the locals. Then they went to explore the surrounding savannah. It was already getting very hot, and Jennie could feel sweat gathering all over her. A group of men were trooping around the village and surrounding areas wielding spears and machetes, and they passed by Jennie and Somi. Jennie saw a few eyes follow her retreating ass as she walked. She thought of what they must be thinking. She and Somi were both hot, and they had good bodies. These men probably didn’t have sex much, so that was definitely on their minds. Despite herself, Jennie felt a pang of lust run through her at the thought.  “Did you see how they were looking at us?” Somi asked, a tinge of indignation in her voice.    “Can you blame them?” Jennie asked, completely unconcerned. “No offense to the locals, but they’re not exactly supermodels, are they? As for us, we’re probably the only really hot girls for miles. I wouldn’t be any different if I were one of them.”   “I know, but…” Somi gave a delicate shudder. “Pervs.”  “Hey, give them a break. Like I said, we’re probably the only super hot girls for miles around.”   They walked around for a while more, and by the third time the guard passed them by, Jennie started to suspect they were doing it deliberately. She didn’t mind, though. The men wore nothing but a loincloth made of parasol tree leaves, which didn’t leave much to Jennie’s wild imagination. She caught herself daydreaming about lewd things as she and Somi walked the fields together, and intentionally swaying her hips as they went by. She and Somi walked to the edge of a field and looked over a large lake. A large Mugumo tree sat by the bank closest to them, and they went to have a closer look. An altar had been built about five feet from the base of the tree. Jennie had read up on Kenyan rituals and such before she left Seoul, and she knew this altar would be for goat sacrificing rituals. Before long they spotted the guard making its way steadily towards them. Jennie wondered what they were doing. As far as she could see no one else was here, so they had no reason to be over here. “You are not allowed here,” said the leader in a thick accent, advancing towards them. “This is a forbidden area, for priests and spiritual leaders only. Come with us now.”   They were led unprotestingly back to the village. But when they got there, they were not taken back to Ngina. The guard split up when they reached the village. Somi was taken the opposite direction, while Jennie was taken to a smaller hut closer to the outskirts. Four members of the guard came in with her. Once the door was closed, they seized her by the arms.  “What the fu-”    Her indignant exclamation was cut short by a length of linen cloth being tied around her head and in her mouth, cutting back any cries.   The tribesmen grabbed ahold of her midriff shirt and tore it off, taking her bra with it. They yanked her shorts and panties to her ankles and took them off as well, leaving her naked on the floor. They bound her hands together behind her back and her feet together, rendering her incapable of movement.   She tried to scream for help but the gag muffled all noise from her, and they left her alone.        …

It must have been ten minutes she sat there, naked and bound on the packed clay of the floor, wondering what came next. Would she be raped, tortured, killed?  Her questions were answered as five tribesmen from the guard entered and removed their loincloths. Her breathing quickened as she saw five huge, erect cocks pointing back at her, and knew that she was about to experience her first BBC gangbang. Despite her misgivings, a burgeon of excitement shot through her, and she felt a bit of slick leak out of her.  She didn’t resist as they approached her and made her kneel. One of them slashed through the binds on her ankles and got under her, spreading her legs wide. She moaned against her gag as he entered her and started thrusting his hips. Two more advanced and knelt. One of them pushed his cock into her ass and the other went to her face, removed her gag, and drove his shaft roughly down her throat.  She moaned luxuriously into it. She had never been airtight like this, she had never felt so pleasured in her life, and most of all, she had never been gangbanged by hung tribesmen on a clay floored hut in a rural tribe village in the middle of Kenya. Their cocks reached points deep inside her she didn’t know existed, the sheer size driving her mad with lust and unobstructed pleasure.  “Jamani, inajisikia vizuri sana,” groaned the man under her as he fucked her pussy.  Vaguely she wondered whether Somi was receiving the same treatment. But the thought was pushed from her head by the pure bliss she was feeling and the orgasm building inside her.  No sooner had she realized this sensation than the man fucking her ass gave a loud groan and stopped thrusting, burying himself in her tight hole and spurting his load into her. The flood of warmth from this triggered Jennie’s own orgasm, which caused a chain reaction. Jennie let out a cry of intense pleasure and squirted hard onto the man under her, causing him to also cum. The second torrent of cum shot into her caused another orgasm from her. The pleasurable vibrations from her second squeal of bliss caused the man fucking her throat to cum as well. He released a roar and shoved his cock as far as he could in her throat, erupting in her and firing his cum down her throat. She gagged and choked on both his cock and the cum, overwhelmed with the simultaneous orgasms. His dick slid out of her throat as she slumped onto the man below her. But what came next took Jennie by surprise. The three of them got up, replaced the gag around her head, and took her by the arms. Two of them opened the door after putting back on their loincloths, and Jennie was dragged right into the middle of the street and dumped in full view of the entire village.  Despite her pleasure at being gangbanged, she felt her cheeks grow red and hot with humiliation. Here she was, naked and tied up in the middle of the street, a small crowd already gathering around her, pushing and clamoring to get a good look at her. She tried to shift her legs so as to hide her pussy from the stares of the crowd, but to no avail. Before anything else could happen, however, she was grabbed and pulled to her feet by the three guards. They led her to a tall baobab tree with branches extending horizontally over her head. Her eyes found another, familiar figure, whose hands were tied to a branch far above her head and recognized it as Somi, who had also been stripped naked. Though Jennie was in a rather perilous situation, she couldn’t help admiring Somi’s graceful, slim, curvy figure, from her chest to her hips to the round of her ass. She shot Jennie a fearful look as Jennie’s hands were seized. Another roped was tied around them and thrown up over another branch by someone she could not see. The rope was secured on the branch.  Jennie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the jeers of the crowd. She had never been overly modest, but standing there completely naked before the large crowd of locals ignited a sense of strong humiliation. Then a deep, gravelly voice spoke out from behind her.  “Wanawake hawa walipatikana wakiingia kwa njia isiyo halali kwenye uwanja wa mti mtakatifu wa Mugumo, na kama adhabu watapokea kuchapwa viboko hadharani. Umati unapaswa kusimama nyuma.”  Jennie didn’t speak Swahili, but she could understand some. From what he said she understood ‘caught’, ‘trespassing’, ‘mugumo’, ‘punishment’, and ‘whipping’. A few in the crowd of onlookers jeered angrily at the mention of the trespassing on the mugumo tree. At the mention of a whipping she felt a dreadful and anxious anticipation, and the crowd gave a unified gasp at something she couldn’t see.  A sharp crack sounded and Somi gave a cry of pain beside her. Jennie’s dread intensified. Another crack sounded and she felt a searing pain on her back, making her gasp in both shock and pain. She looked around and saw two men, each of whom carried a long bullwhip with a tassel at the end.  She looked away as Somi was hit again, trying to ignore her shriek of torment.  Jennie was lashed again, this time lower down on her back. She gave a whimper, feeling the sharp sting in full. Ten lashes were given to both of them, leaving their backs stinging and aching. Then the two men approached and turned them around, so they were facing the crowd. Jennie hung her head in shame, trying not to meet the gazes that roved over her naked body. Another lash was given to Somi. Then the tip of the whip made contact with her breast, lashing her nipple directly. She yelled in pain as Somi was hit again. Then the man lashed her other breast, and she felt shock before pain. They were targeting areas that were sure to cause intense suffering, and it was working. They each got ten more lashes, and then the bullwhips were put away. Jennie breathed a sigh of relief before seeing what they brought out next. A full crate of whips was brought out. One guard removed a barbed cat-o-nine tailed whip and Jennie caught her breath, but the other shoved it back, shaking his head and muttering something in Swahili. Then he took out two long, thin wooden switches and handed one to the other man.  They approached Jennie and Somi once more and turned them around. No uniformity or pretense of professionalism was shown this time. The guards didn’t wait for one another, but immediately began striking their asses savagely.  Jennie, eyes watering with pain and mouth open in a continuous cry of agony, looked to Somi and saw each swat of the switch crack off of her ass, creating ripples on her skin. One particularly nasty smack made Jennie scream in pain.  Jennie lost count of how many times she was hit, but after a minute they backed off, leaving Jennie and Somi breathless.  Jennie truly thought it was over, until they took out riding crops.  The two of them were turned around again. One guard asked something in Swahili and the other nodded.  He raised the crop in front of Jennie and brought it down on her right breast, smacking her squarely on the nipple. She tensed up with a cry and then fell limp against her bonds, wishing it to be over. He whipped her breast again, and then once more. Then she looked up just in time to see the crop streaking towards her left breast. She cried out once more, still resolutely trying to ignore the gazes of the crowd. She felt shamed, humiliated. The guard whipped her breast twice more and then stepped back for a moment. She looked up optimistically, thinking it to be over, and then her hopes were dashed once more as he advanced again. He grabbed her thighs and wrenched them apart, baring her pussy to the crowd’s stares.  The next moment, he brought the lash up from the ground into her still-wet pussy with a smack that resounded around the square. The crowd took a collective inhale at this, and with a tremendous effort Jennie kept silent. The screams of torture from beside her were no longer audible. A sense of defiance had risen from the jumble of other feelings inside her, risen like a viper from a pit. She would keep silent, no matter how many times he struck her. At the same time she came to this conclusion, he realized it, and gave a vicious uppercut to her smarting lips, and her effort doubled as the sting seared through her. He gave her five more, ten more, twenty. She lost count as she shut her eyes and bore it. But at what she thought was number forty, he gave one particularly forceful stroke, and despite herself Jennie finally let out the wail of torment that had been longing to escape her.  The guard, satisfied, motioned for the other to stop and put away the crops and the crate. Jennie looked to Somi and saw that her entire front was covered in red marks from her beating.  Their arms were untied from the branches, but not untied from each other. Someone grabbed ahold of her and threw her off the dais that the tree sat on. She landed painfully on the ground, and when she looked up she saw that she had been thrown at the feet of the crowd. Then the man’s voice spoke again, and Jennie understood what he said perfectly.  “Do what you want to them.”  Hands, Jennie couldn’t tell how many, groped at her body. Her breasts were roughly squeezed and slapped, and more hands rubbed, smacked, and teased her pussy. She tried to cry for help, but the gag was still in her mouth and she couldn’t make a sound. She shut her eyes tightly as she was lifted into the air, also noticing the guards sitting back and watching. A few supported her and two forced her legs apart. More fingers teased her slit, and then someone forced three fingers inside her. She moaned in pleasure despite herself, bucking her hips when the fingers brushed her g-spot.  The person fingering her pulled his fingers out and shouted something to the crowd in which the words ‘whores’ and ‘parade’ were distinguishable, to general assent from the mob. Jennie knew nothing good could come of those words, and she was right. The mob set her down and someone came running to the man who had been fingering her with a collar. The collar was fastened around her neck and then yanked forward towards the town center. She didn’t even try to resist, there were too many of them, and in any case they were too unpredictably volatile to risk it. She was paraded around the town naked with Somi for a good ten minutes, and her cheeks were on fire by the time they returned to the square, her naked body having been on display for everyone in the area. After being informed of their heinous crime, the natives had spat on them, slapped them, beaten them with sticks, and whapped them with canes. Jennie was covered in red marks and spit, and once they returned to the square their hands were tied to the branches again. More countless hands groped her body and slapped her breasts, and then someone in the crowd started a chant of “Kuwatomba!”, which Jennie didn’t understand but figured out when she and Somi were forced onto the ground.  Immediately, she was surrounded, face to the ground, the side of her head collecting sand. A second later she gave a cry as she felt two cocks invade her ass and pussy. Someone yanked her head from the ground and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Hands landed on her ass and tits, slapping ferociously, and the crowd cheered the men fucking Jennie on. Jennie never suspected that such peaceful villagers would get so aggressive after finding out what Jennie and Somi did. It didn’t seem that serious, but now the crowd’s rage and lust was reaching fever pitch. As much as she tried to hold it in, she couldn’t stop herself moaning in pleasure at the huge cocks stretching her out. The men groaned and fucked her harder, and the feeling overwhelmed her. The pleasure took her over and she felt herself squirting hard onto them. The men backed up and then someone smacked her ass hard.  Their hands were tied to the tree again so that any passersby could see them. After a few more minutes of physical and verbal abuse the crowd dispersed and finally they were left alone there.  Passersby stopped, whispered, and pointed at them, but no questions were asked, and no help was offered. 

Eventually six men came. They took Jennie and Somi’s hands down from the tree and gave them some water, asking where they came from and how they found themselves in such a situation. Jennie answered their questions, and when she got to the part about having accidentally tresspassed, one of them shook his head. “They are always going bananas about that tree, I tell you.” He said. “Whenever someone will get near that tree, it’s always a public whipping. You two are lucky,” he added, “that they didn’t take out the cat-o-nine tails.”  “Yes, one was going to,” said another, “but since you are tourists the other refused, on the grounds that you couldn’t have known.” “Exactly!” Jennie exploded. “We had no idea! We were walking along the field, we stopped to have a closer look at the stupid tree, and the next thing I know I’m naked and tied to a tree, having my backside thrashed off!”  Somi shook her head.  “It’s not right, what they did,” she said hollowly. “Even before they whipped us. We were stripped naked, bound, and fucked. Raped.”  Privately, Jennie speculated that for her it wasn’t really rape; she hadn’t objected at all, but the men looked disgusted.  “Well, I’m glad some people around here have some decency, at least,” said Jennie wearily. After this the men left, promising to bring back food and clothes.  A few minutes later they returned with a few blankets and bowls full of Nyama Choma. Jennie and Somi accepted the blankets and food and covered themselves as best as they could (though it didn’t really matter at this point, the entire town had seen every part of them), thanking the men for their help. Jennie’s wary eye noticed the guards still hanging back over by the hut Jennie had been abducted to. Her eyes followed them as they approached again, the other men having walked off.  One started talking to Jennie and Somi in Swahili, talking rapidly.  “I can’t understand you,” Jennie said tiredly. “I don’t speak Swa-”    The guards bent down as quick as lightning and grabbed Jennie and Somi by the arms. Somi tried to scream but the guard clapped a hand over her mouth, and Jennie’s guard followed suit. The guards strapped gags into their mouths again and Jennie had a feeling that their troubles weren’t over.    …      It wasn’t long until Jennie found herself naked and tied up on the clay floor again. The guards entered once more, but they didn’t immediately commence fucking her. They took her to the post supporting the tent and tied her hands above her head and her feet to the bottom of the post. Her sensitive nipples grated against the wood. A moment later she felt a strap make contact with her already sore ass.  Her voice was already hoarse from screaming in pain, moaning in pleasure and other sounds, and her cry was broken and hoarse.  The strap hit her again and she cried out again. They weren’t hitting her hard, but hard enough to cause pain. They struck her ten more times and then she collapsed as they untied her.  She mentally wondered what was next. They had beaten her into complete submission, now what? She would let them fuck her, no issues. Tired and sore as she was, she was not going to say no to another gangbang. In fact, that’s what they were about to do, Jennie noticed.  They were removing their loincloths again, and despite her anger at being beaten, she spread her legs eagerly. One looked taken aback but advanced anyway. In a matter of moments they were on her.  She felt one enter her pussy, which was already wet from arousal, one in her ass, and one man tip her head back and slide into her throat.  She moaned as she felt the cock rub against her g-spot. He fucked her harder, making her scream in pleasure into her facefucking. She loved it, she didn’t want it to stop.  The man fucking her throat couldn’t last any longer and slammed his hips into her face, burying himself in her throat and shooting his cum into her.She moaned as he pulled out, trying valiantly to swallow it all. At last she managed it, and her toes curled with pleasure.  “Oh god yes, fuck me harder!” She yelled. Her hand reached down to her clit and rubbed furiously, pushing her towards her peak. “Feels so good, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”  One of them slapped her tit hard and squeezed roughly, only heightening her bliss.   “Harder!” Jennie cried, other hand massaging her other breast. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Harder, pound my pussy! Shit, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, OH FUCK!” Her last scream of pleasure reverberated in the very timber of the house as she experienced a very intense orgasm and squirted hard onto the man’s cock. He in turn groaned loudly and exploded in her pussy, flooding her with hot cum. The man under her fucking her ass orgasmed as well, pumping her ass full of his seed. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, feeling the warmth inside her. The men got up and reattached their loincloths. After retying her hands and feet, they went out, leaving her tied, naked, and alone once more. They returned with who Jennie recognized as the tribe leader with them. He took a moment to admire Jennie’s flawless naked body before speaking to her. “I have been informed of your position as a criminal and a trespasser.” He said. “I have decided to give you a choice; Either you disobey and go to prison, or you obey, submit yourself and your body to our village, and become our breeding queen.” Jennie saw the potential to either live in prison forever or live in pleasure forever. But what about Korea? She was only going on vacation, but she didn’t want to stay here forever, not at all. Maybe they could negotiate. “But I don’t live here,” Jennie said. “I will become your breeding queen, hell, even your fucktoy. I’ll let you use me whenever you want, I’ll be your sex slave. But I only request that I be able to return to my home and come here once a year instead of living here.” The guards and leader talked among themselves and then turned back to her. “Yes, that would be acceptable,” said the leader. “So long as you return every year to fulfill your role as breeding queen, we will allow you to leave.” Privately, Jennie speculated that she would be searched for if she wasn’t back when she was supposed to be, but she went with it. She was untied, given her clothes (which had been sitting in a corner) back, but Jennie noticed that they kept her panties. Not surprising. Then she was shown back to Ngina, who certainly had some questions.Had someone told her she would be agreeing to be the cockslave of a Kenyan tribe ten days ago, she would have called the straightjacket patrol. But the pleasure had been too much to handle, she was addicted. With much resignation she answered all the questions. The following discussion sucked away a lot of time, and then the bus was clumsily loaded back up. Most of the passengers cast Jennie fervent looks but avoided her gaze. After about ten minutes of waiting, Somi boarded and flung herself into the seat next to Jennie. Her entire face was burning red and she was clearly livid. “Unbelievable,” she said quietly. “Those stupid, perverted scumbags forced me into being their slave.” “What happened?”  “I refused at first. They threatened my life, they held spears to my neck. I had no choice. They’re savages, I had no doubt they would kill me on the spot.” 

“Are you ever coming back?” Somi looked at Jennie like she had two heads. “Are you insane? Never! Not once in my entire life! Surely you’re not either?”“Never.” Jennie lied. “They did the same to me, I never want it to happen again.” The bus took them back to Nairobi, where Somi gave Jennie a terse “see you later” and departed. Exhausted, Jennie headed back to the hotel and fell asleep.  It wouldn’t be the last time she went to that village.

[mybiasisexo]

Hii can you do 30 and 22 with Baekhyun? Thank you 🤗

Situationship 🏰

Genre: angst Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.9k Warnings: language | not explicit but smut

a/n: I was having the hardest time coming up with a plot for this one and then the song Oranges by Kenya Grace came on and boom this came to me~! At this rate my drabbles are just gonna be over 1k 🙄. tysm for the request and I hope its not too angsty 😊

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

If you were to ask yourself if you were a terrible person, you’d tell yourself no without any hesitation.

Except when it came to Byun Baekhyun.

He’s a nice guy. A good guy.

And maybe that was the reason why you treated him the way you did.

And that’s what made you a terrible person.

There wasn’t an ounce of surprise on his features when he opened the door to his apartment and saw you on the other side, leaning against the wall. You showed up often enough—usually when you were horny or in need of some comfort. He never turned you away, and tonight was no different.

He grinned at you, the action full of relief, and opened the door wider—an invitation. Never breaking eye contact, you pushed yourself off the wall, sauntering your way toward him. Instead of entering, you reached out to hold his waist with one hand, your other going to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a provocative kiss that gave away your intent for the night. A moan left his mouth as your tongue entered it. Never breaking the kiss, you dragged him deeper into his home, barely giving him time to close the door.

Baekhyun was an amazing lover, the best you’d ever had. It was what kept you coming back. And some days, much like this night, he became so aggressive. It felt like he was punishing you, slamming all the frustrations he carried for the situation into you, forcing you to feel it—to feel him. It drove you crazy. It would have you clawing desperately at his back, legs dangling in the air. You had no doubt the neighbors groaned with irritation when he became like this. What with the constant banging of his bedframe against the wall, his name leaving your swollen lips in screams. Yeah, they probably despised you both.

When he was done with you, you were left violently shaking, struggling to remember where you were, what your name was. All you knew in those moments was him, and the insurmountable pleasure waving throughout your body and soul. He fell beside you, drenched in sweat, swallowing as much air his pouty mouth could fill into his lungs, you would’ve thought he just got done running a marathon.

As you took him in, you noticed that bit of darkness caught in his stare—something you were worried you had given to him. Immediately, the lustful haze surrounding you dissipated and you began gnawing on your lip as the regret started to settle into your bones. You were well aware of what you were doing to him. You knew how he felt about you. Knew how much it pained him when you left. He always tried his best to hide it, to act like he was as content with this arrangement as you were, but it didn’t fool you. No. You knew that he wanted more from you, and you took advantage of it.

It never truly hit you until right after, the ramifications of your selfish actions. It made it hard to look at him, to see just how badly you were wrecking him.

That dark glint in his eyes lingered longer each time, you noticed. He would grow to resent you, wouldn’t he? One day. One day he would close the door on you, and find himself somebody who would return the love he craved. A nice person. Someone who suited him. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought.

Not being able to handle it much longer, you sat up with a sigh, rubbing your damp face. He watched you, but kept silent. Baekhyun knew the routine.

You were starting to shuffle off the mattress when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost down your exposed spine. You completely froze under his touch, your mind seeming to short circuit from the affectionate caress.

“Come lay back down,” he murmured, breaking your silence. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, unintentionally sultry, making you shiver at the prospect of another round.

He began moving when you didn’t. Shuffling around until he was curled behind you, his arms went around your waist as his lips left sweet tender kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he confessed breathlessly against your skin.

“Baekhyun….” That was enough to get you moving again. You shook him off, jumping from the bed in search for your panties. Once found, you put them on in a haste, eager to leave. Baekhyun was back to silently observing you, shoulders slumped in defeat.

But that darkness… it seemed to consume him, possessed him, making him grow bold.

“I can’t keep doing this, you know?” He told you, voice steel. “Letting you use me like this? It’s messed up.” He said your name and a chill ran down your spine at the lack of affection.

You ignored it, finding and slipping on your pants. “Well, you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”

“Because you keep coming over!” He exploded. His outburst echoed off the walls, made your shoulders bunch up to your ears. He was heaving, wide eyes pleading. “Why do you keep coming over?”

The question was ripped from his throat, a question he must have asked himself time and time again, the answer always alluding him. But, right now, he needed to know.

It was his ultimatum.

You blinked at him. Why did you keep coming over? Because you couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. You weren’t sure anymore if it was the guilt or…something else. Lately, it’d been worse, the urge to be with him. You liked the way you felt around him, liked listening to his voice, his jokes. Liked how unbearably sweet he could be, how invested in you he was. And not just your body, but your thoughts, your interests. That’s what really brought you here tonight. It wasn’t just the sex—although it was that too—it was, well, him. You just really wanted to see him.

But you couldn’t tell him that.

Emotions…terrified you. Getting close to people like that scared you shitless. You had tried once in the beginning, to be good for him, but you psyched yourself out. Once it started feeling too real you shut down on him, building walls and boarders around your heart to keep him out of it.

“What do you want to hear?” You asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? That you fuck me so good I keep coming back even though I know you’re in love with me? That I keep coming back because you’re in love with me? Does that satisfy you? Make you feel better?”

He silently fumed, hurt by your words. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame at your revelation.

“Does that make me the villain?” You continued, voice rising in anger and frustration. Why did he have to do this now? Why was he trying to ruin everything? “Sure, but you’re not innocent either! You’re using me too! You think I don’t know how you use our time together to play out your little fantasies, to pretend we’re something more?” H face grew an even darker shade of red. “You have to take some responsibility for your hurt. It’s not fair to put all the blame on me. I’m not completely heartless, Baekhyun. It makes me sick, knowing that I’m hurting you. Why do you think I always leave? Because the guilt is eating me up inside! And I know, okay? I know that I should end this, that it’s the right thing to do. For both of us. But…I’m selfish. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Just the thought of someone else touching you—"

You shuddered at the thought.

But then it hit you, what you just revealed. You took Baekhyun in warily, wondering how he would react to your slight confession. His face had cooled down some, took on more a pinkish hue, he studied the floor, his crumbled bed sheets, his fingers—anything but you. If he had heard your slip up, he didn’t mention it.

“I know that you don’t love me,” he revealed quietly. “That you can’t love me. I know that what we have is supposed to be purely physical. I thought I could handle it. Told myself that it was enough for me.” He drew in a large breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the strands as he did. “But it’s not. I think I’m even more in love with you now.” He let out a humorless laugh. “But I’m selfish too. And if this is all that you can give me…then fuck it. I’m all in.”

Internally, you sighed. You didn’t see the appeal, didn’t see why he kept suffering just for a piece of your attention. It felt…cruel. You wanted him to stand up for himself. Wanted him to throw you out and tell you to never contact him again. Wanted him to love himself—to choose himself. Instead of choosing this slow torture.

“It’s not….” You swallowed thickly. “I’m not worth it, Baekhyun.”

He blinked at you. “You are to me. You’re one of the most important things in my life. I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

You shook your head, fighting with yourself. He loved you. He loved you so much he was willing to break himself, to give you any piece you wanted.

“I’m sorry I said anything. I was just….” He shook his head. “I just didn’t want you to leave yet.”

He searched you, looked for more hesitation, tested to see if he should say more or not.

“I know that you care for me. That you…that you have feelings for me too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged. “’I don’t want anyone else to have you,’” he repeated your words earlier, chuckling when your eyes widened in shock. So, he had heard you.

The smile remained on his face, a shimmer of joy, of hope. He would latch onto that, keep it close, nurture it and see if it grew.

“I know you want to be with me also. That you don’t want to leave. So, just stay this time. Stay for me.”

You take him in, scrutinized him and saw no trace of pain or heartache. There was slight regret, probably from starting this argument in the first place, but mostly you only saw… love.

And for once you wanted to bask in it. You wanted him to hold you, to give into his dreams of having you. Maybe humoring him this time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe…this could be the start of something else. He had been so patient with you, and slowly you had been letting your guard down. You were still terrified, but not as badly as you had been.

“This could be a really bad idea,” you said, never taking your eyes off of him.

He agreed, nodding his head shallowly. “It is a bad idea. But I don’t care. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step toward him, encouraged by his words, and he fought off a smile.

When you got to the edge of the bed, standing between his legs, you hold his head at his chin, brushing his bangs from his face.

“You’re important to me too,” you confessed. That brought out the smile he’d been fighting. You ran a finger down the side of his face. “I care about you.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay,” you said. Leaning down to kiss him again, this one slow, unrushed. A promise. A promise to try.

Because you realized, you were worth it. And Baekhyun was worth it too.

[allthefoolmine]

The 2024 Women’s Olympic Marathon: GOAT

Your fool is BACK for some enthusiastic screaming about marathons!

Under the cut for folks in other time zones who haven’t woke up yet and want to be surprised and for anyone who wants to scroll on by!

So, listen. Listen. I said to the long-suffering @parrishsrubberplant that if the men’s marathon race was THAT good (and seriously, it was among the greats) the women’s races was going to be—I quote myself—“off the motherfucking chain.”

Holly cats was I right about that one. I could end this post right here with a string of head exploding and fire emojis, but instead I’m gonna write a bit about what I followed.*

(*still too cheap to pay for streaming, so this comes entirely from being glued to newspaper live text updates and the Olympics own race tracker, which gives the 5k splits. I WISH I HAD PAID. I wish I had *been there* in Paris.)

Things about this race that made my brain hurt, a numbered list:

1. Sifan Hassan (Netherlands): You have to be a pretty big nerd about running to remember the last person to medal in the 5k / 10k / marathon triple in the Olympics, so storytime.

Emil Zapotec, won gold in all three events at the 1952 Olympics. His marathon time was 2:23:03, and before you dismiss that, remember that training and shoe tech were different then, and also it was his first marathon. Hassan, as far as I know, is the second to try this triple, and her marathon time was 2:22:55, which is an Olympic record.

*and* she won bronze in the 5k and 10k earlier THIS WEEK. And we talked yesterday about the hilly Paris course, right?

Hassan, I need to add, made history in her last Olympics, Tokyo 2021, for getting Gold in the 5k and 10k, and bronze in the 1500m; she’s the first Olympic athlete to do that, ever, so it’s not like it was impossible to imagine she could medal in her triple this time (for Paris, she was initially also entered in the 1500, and decided not to.) Just, really hard to get your head around.

I’ve been listening to Kara Goucher and Des Linden do an amazing recaps podcast on Olympic track and field this week (go listen to Nobody Asked Us, they’re hilarious), and one of the things they stressed is that, from their own Olympic—both are double Olympians for the USA—and championship racing experience—the training you do for a hilly marathon vs for a track 5k is super, super different. Just to put in perspective the absolutely BATSHIT INSANITY of what Hassan just did by winning the Olympics. And setting an Olympic record. After the all the racing she did this week.

2. The race at 40k Sprint, do not run, to find a video of the finish. Here’s the one from Eurosports. Up until 2k to go, FIVE ATHLETES were in it: Sharon Lokedi (Kenya), Hellen Obiri (Kenya), Amane Beriso Shankule (Ethiopia), Tigst Assefa (Ethiopia), and Hassan.

Again, a comparison to Zapotec: a sportswriter once described his running style as “a man wrestling an octopus on a conveyor belt” and I couldn’t help but think of that when the commentators were desperately assuring us that Obiri is not struggling, she just Runs Like That. Obiri has one of the greatest CVs in women’s distance running history, and honestly, she looks like a woman wrestling an octopus on a conveyor belt. Often the octopus is winning. It’s so fun to watch.

Also, seeing Hassan, lurking at the back of the pack like a goddam shark, as Beriso and Lokedi got dropped. I was there and SEATED. You could almost see her scent blood in the water. It was EPIC.

3. The finish: Hassan and Assefa finished 3 seconds apart (and we had some good track style elbow throwing! The drama! Love to see track and field the contact sport!) Obiri was 15 seconds back from gold. I actually cried a little, like you do when you see something overwhelming beautiful and can’t help it. Lokedi, who is an athlete I love following, was fourth, 19 seconds back.

5. Yuka Suzuki (Japan): can we just scream together for a moment about how impressive Team Japan’s young marathoners were in this Olympics? Suzuki is 24 years old. She had, according to the information I could find about her, never raced in world championship race (not sure what a world university games is but I don’t think that counts). She went from being 13th at 25k to 8th at 30k, to 5th at 35k, to 6th at 40k…and finished 6th. Most of her running, for the last 10k of the race, was alone, with the lead pack in sight but not in actual distance to catch. Can you imagine how hard that it is, mentally? To be so close and yet so far at the end of a hilly marathon that just happens to be the motherfucking Olympics? I can barely get my head around it. Just. Holy cats people. Holy cats. So excited to see where she goes next.

6. Checked and Wrecked, the Honor Roll: It was super frustrating to follow this race because the Olympic tracker wasn’t working properly for past splits: it automatically updates them to show the state of the current race. Which made it very hard to follow changes in the race and spectulate strategy, and this didn’t happen with the men’s tracker, UGH, but anyway. Flowers to Jessica Stentson (Australia), Dakotah Lindwurm (USA) and Melody Julien (France), and also Lornah Chemutai Salpeter (Israel), who all, at various points in the first half, seem to have Went For It. I’m sure there’s plenty of other people who belong on this roll of honour, but that’s just who I noticed. I would rather see an athlete wreck themselves than check themselves, because sports are entertainment.

7. Lastly, because repeat Olympians Are Cool: Fionnula McCormick (Ireland)! Her fifth Olympics! Ridiculously cool.

Guys (gender neutral), women’s distance running is so fucking lit right now. There’s so many great athletes in the sport and that was such an epic, epic marathon.

Once again, a link to the end of the race for everybody in Europe / with vpns, because that was racing that makes me glad to be alive. Off the chain, indeed.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

#16 with bratty bottom! kenny?

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

Prompt: “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”

An: a bit longer then a Drabble, but not quite a fic.

Warnings: Dom!reader, sun!kenny, cock cage, pegging, degration, smut

You were mindlessly scrolling through tv channels when you heard the front door open. Before you could even think of getting up Kenny walked into the room. He didn’t have his bag, so you assumed he had left it in the hall.

“Hey,” you flashed him a smile when he flopped onto the couch next to you. “How was your visit to Japan?”

“Good, until the flight home.” You chuckled at his words, knowing that as much as he liked to travel Kenny hated flying. He would drive from Canada to Florida every week if he could. You felt his head on your shoulder and soon enough his lips started to push against you. You moved your head to face him, letting him kiss you fully. After a moment of shifting you were on his lap, fully making out with him.

“This is a nice surprise,” you mumbled against his lips. You were fully aware of why he was so quick to try and initiate something. You let your hand slid down from his shoulder and over his stomach until your hand was over his crotch. “I’m gonna ask again, how was your trip?” You emphasized your question by lightly squeezing your hand.

“Fuck..” he groaned, his head falling back.

“That wasn’t an answer,” you hummed while your hand slid into the shorts he was wearing. You traced over the metal cage around his cock.

“S-stressful,” he stuttered as his cock twitched slightly.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have jerked off and then lied to me.” You hummed before getting up. “I’ve got to make dinner.” And with that you walked away, leaving him there in the couch visibly worked up.

❤️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~❤️

Your own breath was meeting Kenny’s as you thrust forward slowly, your strap on entering Kenny over and over again. You both had special ordered a strap that would also stimulate your clit at the same time, bringing you both pleasure. Kenny was on all fours on your bed, his dick finally free and hard below him, begging for you to touch.

“God, your needy,” you panted, watching as he moved back against your thrust. “Will you act like this every time I lock you up? Maybe I should do it more often.

“Shit.. please,” He whimper, and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten at the sound.

“Please what? Keep fucking you like a slut? Imagine if all those fans who see you as dominant knew the truth. That your nothing but a bratty bitch for me.” You could feel him practically shaking at your words.

“Need- Need to cum-“ You gripped his hair in your hand and yanked back, making him look at you as you thrust.

“If you even think about coming before I do I’ll lock you up for a month. I could care less if you have a match, then they really will see who you are.” He let out a loud moan at your words as you released his hair. You slowed your thrust, instead making sure to thrust as deeply as possible.

Within a few moments you felt your self coming, practically yelling Kenya name. As you came down from your high You struggled to keep yourself up as you reached down to grip his cock in your hand. Only a few pumps had him coming and collapsing on the bed.

You pulled out of him and took the strap off before laying down with him. You took his face in your hands, kissing his check lightly when you saw the remains of tears on his face. “Was I to rough?”

“God no,” he quickly responded, making you smile. You knew you should get up, get some water and clean up the bed, but the promise of sleep and Kenny’s body against yours seemed like a much better idea.

[alinalioness]

Professor Arnold's map 3 Chapter:Arrival in Kenya.

The heroes were flying in a passenger plane to Kenya.

Tricky:Wow! I've never been on a plane before. Although it's strange that I have wings.

Alina:I too, have dreamed of flying on an airplane since childhood.

Tricky:Wow!

Cass:And what places have you been?

Alina:I was in Gelendzhik, Anapa, I don't remember my grandmother... I have never been to foreign countries except Highland Isle in North America and the world of monsters.

Tricky:But we're going to Kenya.

Director:Attention! The plane will land in Kenya in 20 minutes.

Cal:Here we are.

The plane landed immediately and the heroes got out of it. They were delighted to see the nature of the savannah.

Tricky:How beautiful.

Alina:It looks so cool, just not to forget about the important thing.

Yuri:It's a pity that ours are not there, they would have seen it too.

Cal:That's right, then let's all go.

The heroes were standing near the cash register to view their passports.

Cashier:(African accent) Passport, please.

Cal:Here.

He gives the cashier 12 passports (These are adults, teenage residents and Alina) and the cashier reads their passports. But the passports themselves are not real and he does not see the catch yet.

Alina:I hope not to see a trick.

Haoyu:But we entered the airport without any problems.

Bruce:Yes, but we are in a foreign country.

The cashier has already noticed that something is wrong with the passports. He immediately told the two guards while thinking.

Cal:Does anyone know the African language?

Jose:Probably no one.

Two guards from behind grabbed the heroes, making them worried. So far, one has put the ball but the horn is Tricky so that she does not use magic.

Alina:Hey, hey, hey.

Tricky:We are not thieves or terrorists.

Inhabitants:We are tourists.

Guard№1:Calmly.

Guard№2:Everything will be fine.

Two guards threw the heroes into the police station and left, locking the door with a key. Haoyu tries to open it, but to no avail.

Haoyu:Here's an ambush, how do we get out?

Alina:I don't like it very much, I need to act immediately.

Attilio:Yes, but the door is locked and the windows are barred.

Bruce:What if we look for it?

Alina:Great idea.

Cal:Okay, you're looking for a way out, and Eis and Bruce and I will keep watch.

Heroes:(They nod) Good.

The heroes begin to look for a way out, while Cal, Eis and Bruce guard so that no one enters. Suddenly, Jelly felt that she had stepped on the floor, which was uneven and round.

Alina:Did you find something? (She removed the mat and saw a hatch with three buttons of different sizes) I found a hatch with buttons (The others came up).

Tricky:Great then... (Tries to open, but the hatch doesn't open) closed. My magic won't help, since the ball is in my horn.

Cal:We'll have to find another way.

Attilio and Cass look into the locker and in one of the drawers Cass finds Arnold's passport, to his surprise.

Cass:I found Arnold's passport.

Attilio:What is he doing here?

Cass:(She noticed the inscription) Two times the big button and one small one.

Alina:Hey, what if? (She pressed the big button twice, and then the small button once, and the hatch opened) There is.

Bruce:(He noticed something in the hall) Someone is coming.

The heroes immediately closed the hatch and covered it with a carpet. They sat on the couch pretending to talk while the guard came up unsuspectingly.

Guard:I'll put it down.

He put down the photo camera and the tools that the passengers were carrying. When he closed it, the heroes removed the mat and pressed the desired buttons. That's why the hatch opened and the basement looked a bit like a cave.

Alina:I hope the next one will be the exit from the airport.

When she went downstairs with the pets, she saw another hatch with an image of animals from Africa.

Tricky:What's there?

Alina:There's a trapdoor with some kind of puzzle with African animals.

Tricky and addicts went down and saw a trapdoor with a puzzle.

Tricky:Oh, it's true.

Haoyu:Hey, I saw this in the airplane figurine when we were looking for a way out. (Adjusted his glasses) I think this is the way out.

AlinaGreat. (She has an idea and leaves) No wonder the guard left the camera.

She returned to the police station and took the camera. She took a picture of the windows of the airplane figurine and with the idea she came up with, she took the tick tool and returned to the basement.

Tricky:And why is it a tick? (Alina took the ball off her horn with a tick) Oh, good idea.

Alina immediately changed the puzzle as in the photo and the hatch opened from the outside.

Heroes:We are free (They come out of the basement to the outside).

Alina:And now Nada finds out where Sofia's gift is (Looks at the map).

Cal:The main thing is to pay attention to the north, south, west and east.

Alina:(Removes the card) Great. If it shows the entrance of the airport, then we must fly along its side. Tricky place pets and inhabitants in the ball.

Tricky:(In the pose of a soldier with a hoof on top) There is.

She used magic to get pets and inhabitants into the ball.

Inhabitants:Wow!

Alina:(Sits down on Tricky) And now let's go!

When the heroes took off, they were watched by the same Anaconda, which almost ate the inhabitants and chased them. The heroes flew calmly in the right direction without any problems, while the pets and inhabitants watched nature.

Cass:How beautiful it looks from a small height.

Yuri:I can't imagine how surprised our people will be when we tell them.

Bruce:(He saw something and gasped in fright) Guys, the same Anaconda is chasing us, which he didn't eat us.

Others:What? (They saw the Anaconda and got scared) Anaconda!

Alina:Let's speed up!

Anaconda:Well, no!

He pushed the heroes with his tail, causing them to fall and the ball disappeared. Alina got a pain in her arm from the fall that Tricky put his wing on her arm. The pets and the inhabitants run away, but the Anaconda grabbed the inhabitants with its tail, shutting them up and left.

Tricky:Well how?

Alina:I feel better. (To the pets) And where are the inhabitants? (She got up and ran to look for it.) Inhabitants! Inhabitants! Where are you!

Tricky:What if an Anaconda stole them?

Alina:Then forward to salvation.

Tricky with the help of magic, the pets ended up in a balloon, and Alina sat on it and immediately flew to the rescue of the inhabitants.

To be continued...

[overfedvenison]

Back in school, we were taught that when the colonists first reached Newfoundland, they found a region where the fish were so thick in the water that it halted the ship, and would jump up on to the beaches to be taken. That nature was so lush and full that it is unimaginable to a modern person The implication that this was a virgin nature, growing freely... But that's not true at all. Humans lived here, and did for thousands of years. It is more widely known now just how developed the civilizations of the new world actually were - there were cities, and communities, and habitation very much comparable to most other places in the world. Obviously, not every area was so lush, and not every community in this region should be painted with the same brush - but the simultaneous existence of that level of verdant nature on an area inhabited by humanity means that It is possible, thus, to build a civilization that actively enhances nature, rather than merely draw from it for continued expansion. For equality's sake, we can also look at Europe, and the curious case of the Royal Forests. See, the monarchy was intended to support natural spaces as well, creating a nature preserve known as a Royal Forest. The Serfs of the land were allowed to enter and gather wood, essential for their survival, and the King organized societal functions and diplomacy such as hunts. Indeed, a number of traditional, expensive meals - such as boar - come from this. And as much as fox hunts are maligned in the modern day, it very much served as an important political and diplomatic pastime in it's day on this land. Europe, too, thus benefitted from the investment into natural spaces. It is also well known from the Guardian Forests of Japan that these sections of nature also enhanced nearby farms by creating a haven for pollinators. And, in a modern example, the national parks of Kenya are a large factor in their economy from safari tourism and hunting, and have saved many animals lives as a result. These are all different aspects of the investment into nature by a nation, and the benefits they bring. I think, if you support the land, properly, you can get far more out of it than you will need. It is possible to invest into nature and get more natural resources and more life, and for the civilizations upon it to benefit in those riches. We now have more technology than ever before. And though much of that old knowledge on how to tend to the land is lost, and often deliberately so, we can absolutely build up the land itself as a goal, and perhaps we can do it rather fast. It seems very possible, in my mind, to build up nature in this country to that pre-contact state again. To restore nature to a state of lushness. It will take work, but if you think to those stories which pop up sometimes about a single couple who restores a forest? It takes a lot of dedication, but perhaps, will not take as much manpower and money as it seems. We have a nation. I think, if we focus on nature as a goal to build up, surely, we can do that on a mass scale. And, we have technology. More advanced technology than we have ever had before. It's not like what was around at contact is necessarily an apex - it may very well be able to make a natural space more lush and more full of life than it has ever been before. But it will take... A lot. And, I think, if we learn to build up nature... Well, that will also be very important as we are now taking our first steps into long-term space habitation, as well.

[yvetteheiser]

Yvette Heiser - The Best Books on Wildlife Photography Nature Photographer Should Read

Wildlife photography is a tough challenge as wildlife photographers need to have a good knowledge of fieldwork and photographing skills. For instance, it helps to understand an animal or bird's behavior to predict what it will do because some animals and birds are easily frightened. When being photographed, some species may even require stalking methods or a hide or blind for disguise. There is no dispute in the adage that "experience is the best teacher," but you should also read and educate yourself before taking any action. According to Yvette Heiser, everyone interested in wildlife photography, from beginners to experts, should study these books.

Land of  Giants by Will Burrard-Lucas

In collaboration with the Tsavo Trust and the Kenya Wildlife Service, Will Burrard-Lucas spent months taking pictures of elephants around the Tsavo Conservation Area. This book offers a message of hope: these giants are still alive and may still be protected. They are the last of Africa's enormous tuskers, and they still roam deep within a vast wilderness, making them among the rarest mammals on Earth. 

Wild and Willful by Neha Sinha

We meet fifteen iconic Indian creatures in this book that need our help and compassion for conservation. The author investigates the requirements of these species and how they exercise agency and decision-making. Wild and Wilful portrays the magic of the wild in our everyday lives with an equal emphasis on humans and animals, science, and superb prose. 

 Light  on the Landscape: Photographs and Lessons from a Life in Photography by William Neill

In addition to covering in depth the fundamentals of photography, such as light, composition, camera angle, and exposure choices, Light on the Landscape also skillfully addresses several topics that are less frequently covered, such as portfolio development, marketing, printmaking, nature stewardship, inspiration, planning, and self-improvement. The result is an in-depth and comprehensive investigation of that mysterious intersection of light, land, and camera.

 Wild World: Nature Through an Autistic Eye by Alfie Bowen 

This book depicts Bowen's intense sensory experience anytime he is immersed in nature, from his account of his effort to get the ideal image of a cheetah to his gorgeous portraits of some of the most adored creatures on the planet. Red pandas, chimpanzees, monkeys, and colobus monkeys are among the species shown, in addition to elephants, rhinoceroses, giraffes, zebras, deer, flamingos, eagles, and other birds.

 Journeys in the Wild: The Secret Life of a Cameraman by Gavin Thurston

Gavin invites you to enter the cameraman's secret world and learn about the long hours spent patiently waiting for the animals to appear, the risks that are evermore present and the difficulties that must be overcome, as well as the heartwarming and affirming moments that the cameras sometimes miss.

That is all for Yvette Heiser- the best 5 books on wildlife photography that every aspiring nature photographer must read. You can also read "Tips You Need to Know While Photographing Wildlife" by Yvette Heiser to learn more about wildlife photography.

[rygoespop]

The King of Street Fighters: Terry vs Akuma (Chapter 18)

Terry: So, you wanna test my strength, do you Akuma?

Akuma: Yes, prove me that you are strong

Terry: Tch, I had my fights with Geese before

Akuma: Geese? Now that’s a name I haven’t heard of in years

Akuma began to have a flashback to the time where Geese showed up and interfered his fight with Heihachi Mishima (Yes I am aware that events that Akuma remembered was in Tekken 7, now Street Fighter 6 has yet to add a Guest Character from the Tekken universe in the game in the future, so I’m just using Tekken 7 as a reference, so go along with the story)

Terry: So, ya ready?

Akuma: I’m ready, ready yourself! *gets in a stance*

Terry: Hey come on!

Akuma began to throw Punches to Terry

Terry: *stumbles* Is that all? I’m impressed

Akuma: Show me what you got

Terry: Power Wave! *uses Power Wave on Akuma*

Akuma: *stumbles* Weak, but impressive

Terry: Power Dunk! *uses Power Dunk*

Akuma: Goshoryuken! *uses Goshoryuken to counter*

Soon, both the Power Dunk and Goshoryuken clash, causing both Terry and Akuma to slide back

Akuma: Well, it’s time we finish this! *prepares his move, Wrath of The Raging Demon* Die 1000-

Terry: Buster Wolf! *uses Buster Wolf to stop Akuma and defeat him*

Akuma: Ugh aaaaaaugh! *defeat*

Terry: Phew, that was.. Intense

Akuma gets back up

Akuma: I am impressed with you, Legendary Wolf

Terry: Heh, thanks for that

Akuma: And with that, you have earned my respect *walks away*

Ryu: Hey! Where are you going?

Akuma: Off to see an old friend..

Terry: Friend?

Ryu: What are you talking about?

Akuma soon jumped up and left Nayshall

Terry: Well that was… Odd

Guile: Yeah, we may never know about Akuma

Ken: Well, time to head back to Metro City

Juri: Ah, before you get to Metro City, how about dropping me and Ed off in London?

Ed: Me and you?

Juri: Yeah, we need a talk

Guile: Very well

Soon, the Street Fighters, along with Juri, Ed, and Terry all head back to the Carrier Byron Taylor and the Carrier sailed off to London first

Ed: Soon, what do you want Juri?

Juri: You and I are gonna form a team

As the Carrier Byron Taylor arrived at London, Juri and Ed got off

Juri: Thanks for the ride

Chun-Li: You may have helped us Juri, but remember, we got our eye on you and Ed

Juri: Whatever!

Ed: So, what do you wanna talk about?

Juri: You’ll see

Juri and Ed left

Guile: Now then, back to Metro City

Later, the Carrier Byron Taylor arrive at Metro City, and the Street Fighters and Terry got off

Terry: Phew, that was an intense tournament, but I’m glad it’s all over

Guile: Indeed

Cammy: So, what do you say we have a drink to celebrate our victory again?

Terry: I like your thinking, but where?

Rashid: We got a surprise

Terry: A surprise?

Ryu: Follow us

Soon, Terry followed the Street Fighters to the surprise, and to Terry’s surprise, there was a Pao Pao Cafe built in Metro City

Terry: Is that, the Pao Pao Cafe?

Guile: Yes it is

Terry: I thought it was exclusive to South Town, how did you?

E. Honda: The people of Metro City knew you saved us and the city from Shadaloo, so we thought of building a Pao Pao Cafe here in Metro City

Manon: As a token of our gratitude to you

Terry: Dawh, thanks guy

Dee Jay: So, how about we all go inside and celebrate?

Terry: I like your thinking Dee Jay!

Soon, Terry and the Street Fighters all head inside to celebrate in the newly opened Pao Pao Cafe in Metro City, all except Ryu and Ken

Ken: Hey Ryu, you seem quiet, what’s wrong?

Ryu: Ken, I felt like there was something we missed doing

Ken: What?

Ryu; You know what I’m talking about

Ken: What are you- Oh I see what you mean? You wanna fight like old times

Ryu: Like old times my friend

Ken: I know where we can settle this

Scene cuts to the Macho Ring, as Ryu and Ken enter the ring

Ryu: Ready when you are Ken, come at me with everything you got!

Ken: I’m on it buddy!

Ryu: Shoryuken!

Ken: Hadoken!

Scene cuts to black as Ryu and Ken’s fight continued

But where did Akuma go?

Scene cuts to Kenya, at Elena’s house where she and Mai were having tea

Mai: This tea, is amazing, what is it?

Elena: It’s herbal healing tea, it replenishes your strength

Mai: I see

Soon, came a knock on the door

Elena: I’ll get it

Elena heads over to the door and opens it

Elena: Hello?

Akuma: Hello, old friend

Elena: I knew you came to visit me after all these years, come on in, we’re having tea

Scene cuts to black

To be continued

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for June 11, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 18:16(KJV): 16 A man's gift maketh room for him, and bringeth him before great men. Proverbs 18:16(Amp): 16 A man's gift makes room for him and brings him before great men.

Thought for the Day

A "gift" can be looked at in two ways; first, in the sense of a bribe. Those who can afford an expensive bribe can gain an audience with great men. Blessing others with a gift is not wrong, but using it to manipulate them for a favor is wrong. We must trust the Lord to give us favor with others when we need it and not resort to manipulation methods.

Years ago, Bud and I made a missionary journey to Africa, traveling from Kenya to Uganda and then back to Kenya before returning home. We were required to have certain immunizations to enter these countries, and we thought we had everything in order. However, when we came back to Kenya from Uganda, we discovered that somehow, I had failed to have a yellow fever shot. We were not required to have these shots go into Kenya or Uganda from the USA, but when we came back through customs, they informed us that they would allow Bud to enter Kenya, but that I could not.

We had been staying in mud huts in the bush country for ten days and were very tired when we got to the airport. We were ready for a bath and a good night's sleep in a hotel! I did not want to sit at the airport overnight until our flight left for the USA the next day, so I began to testify to the man at customs. I told him that I could not possibly have yellow fever, since the Lord had healed me seventeen years earlier of all my infirmities and I hadn't had any illness since then. Furthermore, we had just prayed for many sick people in Uganda, including a lame man and a leper, and the Lord had healed them.

The customs official looked at me rather strangely, but he told me there was no way he could allow me to enter the country. I continued telling him about other miracles the Lord had done during our trip. He finally sighed and waved me through. A local man told us later that the customs official was waiting for a bribe, which is common practice. Twenty dollars would have been enough to have gotten my passage into the country. However, the Lord's favor is more valuable than what we could buy with money. Because it was God's will for us to be in Africa, He gave us favor with the man by touching his heart to allow me back into Kenya without us having to resort to bribery.

Secondly, this "gift" can be seen in God's giftings to men. The spiritual gift that God gives us will "make room for us" to gain an audience or favor with great men. The Bible relates that the apostle Paul earned the right to preach before King Agrippa (Acts 25) and other men of authority. We do not have to use gifts or money to buy our way into a situation. When we have God's gift of favor, He will make room for us.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, we bless You today. Thank you for the wonderful favor You give us when serving You and Your causes. You have often made a way for us when there was no way to take care of something in the natural. I am grateful for the gifts You have given us. May we always use them to bless those that You send us to. Lord, keep us from the temptation to use money as a means of manipulation but rather let us use our money to bless and help others. Lord, may we also never be guilty of using the spiritual gifts You give us to manipulate others or for self-gain. Forgive Your ministers that have succumbed to this and deliver them and change their hearts. Purify our hearts and motives, Lord, that we might bring glory to You and no reproach. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

[kenyavisa]

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How Olugbenga Agboola Is Making Money More Mobile in Africa 

In an era defined by free-flowing fungibility, Africa’s currencies more closely resembled a deep iceberg than free-flowing water. That is, until fintech entrepreneur Olugbenga “GB” Agboola entered the chat. 

Agboola, a native of Nigeria, honed his technical skills working with giants like Google Wallet and PayPal. He furthered those bona fides by taking positions with international banks across the globe. So, when he returned to his home continent, he was quick to notice the slow speed of the e-payments system.

While Western countries had spent years creating ways for consumers to access credit and transfer money over the internet, Africa was adopting this technology at a slower pace. More than half of Africa’s population don’t have traditional bank accounts. 

To complicate matters, many countries took different approaches to modernizing their financial systems, leaving a patchwork of payment services that rarely talked to one another and severely slowed international transfers.

“The way Africa is, different payment methods work for different regions and different markets,” Agboola explains. “Bank transfers are very popular in Nigeria, but not as much in South Africa. Mobile money is very popular in Kenya, in East Africa but not as much in Nigeria.” 

Agboola and his company, Flutterwave, see this as an opportunity.

International Complications

In many cases, African banks would transfer information to the United States or Europe, where they would be assessed, processed, and sent back. The process took days. 

In the meantime, workers waited on paychecks, vendors counted down the hours until they received compensation, and corporations moved at a snail’s pace. Without fast access to cash, projects that hit a snag could be stalled for lengthy periods of time, leading to frustration and wasted money. 

The predicament struck a chord in Olugbenga Agboola. If he could create a technology that would allow businesses to move money more efficiently, he could correct a market inefficiency and help his home continent take advantage of modern technology. 

Flutterwave began as a one-stop shop that would allow enterprise businesses to collect transactions from customers and send their money across international borders quickly. Once it succeeded and showed a remarkable ability to cut through red tape, Olugbenga Agboola wanted to expand his platform to incorporate small businesses and individuals. 

“That is our one guiding principle in expansions and partnerships: We try to bring payments close to the people,” Agboola says. “We give people what payment method they’re very comfortable with.”

Olugbenga Agboola: Meeting People Where They Are

But to make the product work for smaller accounts, Flutterwave had to change. Corporations are willing and able to adjust their payment practices if it means saving money and time. But regular consumers are more resistant to banking changes. Instead of offering a new way to do things, Olugbenga Agboola needed to meet consumers where they were. That meant offering local businesses and individuals a faster way to use the payment systems they felt comfortable using.

“If in your market what people like using is a bank transfer, we make it available in your market,” Agboola shares. “If it is mobile money, we make it available in your market. But we also help you do business in other places.

“So, if you’re trying to pay off a tariff, you’re going to see suggestions on the platform for the best way to do that. If you want to make a payment, you see mobile money and all the popular payment methods there.”

His efforts have led Flutterwave to unprecedented heights. As the most valued startup in Africa, it has achieved rarefied success — and it’s not slowing down.

Making money more mobile across the continent has opened Africa to itself; people in different countries in the continent can buy from one another. 

Olugbenga Agboola sees the increased use of e-payment services in Africa as a way to bolster the economies of many countries, bring African art and products to new consumers, and create a new generation of business leaders across the continent.

“E-commerce is a big part of growing the economy of Africa. A lot of things are happening and businesses are trying to get online. And in fact we have this new campaign that says ‘start anywhere.’ And what this means is that payment technologies, logistics companies, e-commerce platforms, are all joining hands together to ensure that somebody in Kigali, Rwanda can just sit down in their room and get started on a business on their phone thanks to a combination of technologies, and begin to sell online,” he said. 

“I find that very, very interesting for what it promises the user, what it promises the owner, and what it promises the budding entrepreneur who is starting something new.”

[onlinebusinesskenya]

How does Business Management Software help you make Better Business Decisions in Kenya?

When you start a business in Kenya you rely mostly on tools such as Excel sheets where you enter data manually. However, with time, it becomes hard for companies to keep up and grow without using the right kind of technology that maybe already is being used by their competitors who are doing a lot better than them. When you use such software, you help set up systems in your organization that can execute specific tasks within that particular framework. One of the most critical tasks that you need to perform in business is decision making and this is where such software can help you so much.

It improves visibility within the organization 

If you are not using business management software in your organization the various departments over there would not be in sync with each other. In a business, you have so many arms such as production, marketing, and sales. Without software, it would not be possible for you to know what goals have been set by each department in your company and also whether they are achieving them or not. Business management systems such as business intelligence provide you with a holistic view of the performance of the entire organization in a single location.

It helps you earn more revenue 

These software systems can take care of important tasks that you could get wrong because of tedium such as filing your KRA tax returns and making sure that you are more productive than you would otherwise have been. We are talking across the board over here. These systems provide you with all the data you need to make your decisions and that too at one location – it also helps that you can access this from anywhere that you want to. This helps the teams in your organization as well as they get all the data needed to make the best decisions.

Conclusion 

You can be sure that there is no limit to how such software can benefit you especially when you get it from the best brands in the game such as Tally Solutions. For example, the products of these companies can automate your work and help you save time as well. Using such software also helps you identify trends within the organization and the same can also be said of benchmarking. With the help of such software, it becomes easier for you to track the progress that your organization is making.  

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

Many thanks for all your messages of concern. Yes, I feel better. It was only a cold and sore throat. I taught yesterday for six hours with no problem. I bought myself a bottle of runny honey and squeezed it into my coffee. You know how important it is to keep lubricated! Today I will be teaching for five hours with a group of students who got VERY aroused last week! This is all good! I would rather students asked questions and played an active part in the conversation. We got SO side-tracked last week, I’m only halfway through my Week One slides!

Thanks to everyone that responded to my list yesterday. I think the bottom line is we are all decent human beings but there are some complete tossers out there who spoil it for everyone. I think the major problem with people these days is selfishness and inconsiderateness. They just don’t care about you or I. Somebody else has to clean up their mess! Wonder what I should do for Too Much Information Tuesday next week?

Absolutely no need for Beyonce to win four more Grammy’s at Sunday’s ceremony. Share the love! Some of those young acts NEEDED a Grammy more than her. The ‘Best Dance/Electronic Recording’ award was a scandal! ‘Intimidated’ by Kaytranada & H.E.R. was one of the songs of the year, far better than ‘Break My Soul’ and should have won the award. For me, the funniest Grammy story was the Daily Fail (yet again) describing Bonnie Raitt as an “unknown blues artist”. She’s been making superb music since 1971 and has already won 12 Grammy Awards! She’s No. 50 in the Rolling Stone magazine ‘100 Greatest Singers Of All-Time’. You can’t get the staff!

‘You People’, starring Eddie Murphy and Julia Louis Dreyfus, (co-written and directed by Kenya Barris, who created ‘Black-ish’) is not earth-shattering but it’s worth a watch (on Netflix). Jewish guy falls in love with black girl and the two families try to get on. Standard, culture clash comedy.

‘Girls5eva’ is also worth a watch (on Netflix). A nineties girl group try to reignite their careers 20 years later. Starring real singer/songwriter Sara Bareilles, produced by the legendary Tina Fey of ’30 Rock’ fame. You can tell that The Trouble and I have been flicking the remote looking for something to watch.

Big hoo-ha over a balloon! When a 'foreign' anything (plane, drone etc.) enters American air space, it is IMMEDIATELY spotted, tracked and DEALT WITH, even if it's just a balloon! America has probably the most sophisticated tracking systems and high-tech fighter jets. So, do we still think the 9/11 planes were foreign? If they had been foreign, they wouldn’t have even made it past the coastline!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[simthorium]

Next door to Penelope was her little brother Bryan and his boyfriend Cory. The two were ecstatic to be living in Belladonna Cove as well, a cozy new-ish town far enough away from the entire Zarro family, but also right down the hall from Bryan’s big sister. “This place is incredible,” Cory said as they sat in the living room. “It’s pretty good,” Bryan said, patting the couch. “I think we should test it out, though.” “Test it out?” asked Cory. “Yeah, you know,” Bryan said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Make sure all the furniture is durable.” Cory’s face broke out into a smile as he grabbed Bryan and the two began making out.

“Whoa, there’s a bar here?” Kenya said as she exited her apartment and joined Bryan and Cory in the shared patio space. “They must’ve heard a bunch of gays were gonna be living here,” Cory said as he poured himself a drink. “That’s a horrible stereotype, babe,” Bryan said. “Pour me one, too.” “Make mine a double, thanks,” said Kenya.

“Cheers!” Cory said as the three lifted their glasses together and drank. “Where’s Penelope at?” Bryan asked. “At work,” Kenya muttered. “I can’t believe we don’t get a proper summer break once you graduate school? Feels like a set up.” “Totally,” Cory said in agreement. “It’s homophobic, actually,” Bryan said.

The three hung out in the patio for a bit more, dipping their toes in the water as they got a nice buzz. The sun began to set and Bryan and Cory decided it was time to head in for the night. They ordered some takeout and munched on their fried rice at their kitchen counter together. 

“This is nice,” Cory said with a smile. Bryan kissed his boyfriend’s hand. “It’s perfect,” he said. “But not big enough for kids, but still pretty good.” Cory’s face fell at what he heard and he nearly dropped his dinner. “Bryan Zarro, did you just say what I think you said?!” he exclaimed. “You really want to have kids with me?” Bryan smiled sheepishly. “I do,” he said. “I mean, not right now, obviously, we just moved into a one bedroom. But, yeah. I do.” Cory squeezed Bryan around the middle and kissed him over and over again on his face, absolutely thrilled.

Bryan was excited that he’d talked a bit more with Cory about having kids. Sure, it made him nervous, but he loved having a big family, and knew it would be worth it to raise children with the man he loved. “If we’re gonna have kids, I need a damn good job,” Bryan said to himself as he scrolled endlessly on LinkedSim. “3-5 years experience needed for an entry level job!? This site is a scam.”

Bryan and Cory retired to their bed after a fun night of settling into their new home together. They were both extremely happy with this new step in their lives and ready to enter a new chapter.

[emiratesviisa]

15 Things Tourists Should Not Do When Visiting Dubai

One of the world's most entertaining and energetic cities is Dubai, a well-liked tourist destination. Even if the city is one of the most liberal, laid-back, and multicultural in the world, you still need to watch your behavior. Like any other nation, Dubai has its own set of customs, values, and laws. What is acceptable in your country might not be acceptable or even lawful here. You should expect severe repercussions if you breach the law or step outside the bounds.

There is, however, nothing to be concerned about emirates visa for Kenya citizens. All you have to do is familiarize yourself with the local laws and ordinances. You won't offend anyone by following these rules and respecting cultural sensitivity while having a fantastic time. Planning a trip to Dubai and wanting to be ready before you enter the nation? Some of the things you should stay away from after you apply emirates visa for Kenya nationals, while in Dubai are listed below.

Here are the don’ts for first-time tourists in Dubai:

1. Do not use your left hand

Arab culture views using your left hand—which is typically used for "body hygiene"—as impure. To avoid utilizing your left hand in specific circumstances, one must be careful. When in Dubai, avoid using your left hand for anything other than greeting people and eating with it. This goes double for passing food. It remains dirty to use your left hand, even after washing it. However, you are allowed to drink with your left hand. Therefore, be careful not to use your left hand, and if you are left-handed, attempt to be ambidextrous.

2. Public display of affection is not acceptable

Avoid showing any sort of affection in public while visiting Dubai. They view hugs and kisses as socially inappropriate, and if you are found doing either in public, you could wind up spending the remainder of your trip in jail. For married couples, though, holding hands is acceptable. Avoid engaging in such behavior in public to avoid being detected. One of Dubai's most crucial laws is this one.

3. Do not dress inappropriately

The wisest course of action in Dubai is modesty. Even though Dubai is a fashionable city that embraces all the newest trends, there are still some limitations on what may be worn there. In public places including malls, marketplaces, beaches, theatres, mosques, etc., clothing that is low-cut, tight, short, or shows a lot of skin is considered indecent and should be avoided. Dubai also allows guests to dress in western attire.

4. Do not use profanity in public

The use of vulgar language is discouraged by the Arabs. When speaking to a local or in public, you should use extreme caution with your words. Additionally, it is forbidden to disparage Islam or Muslims because doing so is illegal.

5. Do not take a photo without permission

Dubai is a beautiful city with spectacular vistas, which may entice you to take photos. Even though taking images is perfectly acceptable, you must exercise extreme caution. There must be strict adherence to this guideline. Without their permission, it is illegal to take images or recordings of anyone, especially women and children, and you risk fines or jail time.

6. Do not carry drugs

The UAE has a severe anti-drug policy, and it forbids you to import or consume any kind of drug, including prescribed medications and illicit substances. Airports are on heightened alert for anyone bringing drugs into the nation. You might spend up to four years in prison if you're caught with it. I assume that wasn't the visit you had in mind. Check the UAE's official website and familiarise yourself with the medications that are legal there before packing your bags. Bring your prescription with you if you must carry the medication.

7. Cross-dressing is not permitted

Being a conservative society, Dubai is not yet accepting of homosexuality. Cross-dressing is not permitted in Dubai, therefore you must take care not to do it there. The consequences of breaking the law include incarceration.

8. Unmarried people are not allowed to stay together

Don't if you're going to stay together when traveling with your significant other. Dubai abides by Sharia law, which forbids unmarried couples from cohabiting anywhere, including in hotel rooms. If you are found cohabiting, you risk being fined, expelled, or put in jail.

9. Drinking and being drunk in public are prohibited

You are not allowed to consume alcohol in public areas or act intoxicated in public when visiting Dubai. The ideal place to go if you want to drink is to a bar. It is legal to drink at bars, and Dubai offers some of the most amazing rooftop bars where you can sip drinks and take in the city's breathtaking views. Avoid drinking or being intoxicated in public to avoid fines or, worse, jail time.

10. Eating in public during Ramadan is restricted

During the holy month of Ramadan, it is not permitted to consume food or beverages or smoke in public. Even chewing gum is not allowed in public areas. No of your religion, you should avoid making a lot of noise or slurping in public while Muslims in the city are fasting from sunrise to nightfall. You can, however, consume alcohol without restriction within your hotel.

11. Do not make hand gestures

In Dubai, certain hand signals that are acceptable in your nation might not be. In Dubai, some hand gestures are viewed as insulting. The thumbs-up hand gesture is akin to flipping the bird, while the "ok" hand gesture represents the devil's eye. Any vulgar or insulting hand motions will land you in jail.

12. Do not bring prohibited items

You must pack carefully and especially carefully if you are going to Dubai. Make sure you are familiar with the things you are permitted to carry before you do that. Adult-themed novels, products created in Israel, and the importation of pork are just a few of the items that are forbidden.

13. Do not insult the royal family

You can have your own set of beliefs or come from a different religious background. If you disagree with someone about Dubai's culture or religious system, keep your disagreement to yourself. They have the power to imprison you or punish you harshly if you openly criticize, mock, or offend the legislation, culture, or religion of Dubai or the ruling royal family. Therefore, instead of ridiculing Dubai while visiting, simply enjoy what the city has to offer.

You could find the customs and beliefs of other nations to be weird. However, it's preferable to abide by the fundamental norms and regulations when you're there to have fun than to break them. Consider these recommendations as you prepare for your Dubai holiday. We allow you to plan your own unique itineraries and reserve your family's trip to Dubai after you get your emirates visa for Kenya passport holders. 

[mahandasafaris]

Get Ready for a Masai Mara Safari in Kenya

Do you have an African Safari dream? Do you have a strong desire to explore something that you have never seen and perhaps wish to do this season before the year ends? Then indulge in a breath-taking Safari adventure in the Masai Mara in Kenya. This iconic wild game reserve offer phenomenal wildlife encounters you are sure to be talking about for a long time! Book the Masai Mara National Reserve as your next destination for a splendid and an unforgettable wildlife adventure.

The Great Habitat in Masai Mara

You may be astonished to know the great Masai Mara boasts over 95 mammal species and 550 bird species and is home to approximately 25% of Kenya’s wildlife. horde of animals which you would get to see during your jeep safari adventure. There sun burnt grasses long turned into a habitat for nearly 1.5 million zebra, antelopes, and wildebeest trekking throughout the Masai Mara regions. This sanctuary is so wide, dense and stretched out that you cannot tour it in a single day. The breath-taking adventure is however certain to mesmerize you for a lifetime. If you are traveling to Masai Mara in the mid-July season, then be assured to spot on the hippos and crocodiles which reside on the banks of the vast Mara River.

Why choose Masai Mara Safari?

If you are a wildlife enthusiast, then Masai Mara is a must-have expedition for you and your friends. As a safari traveler, you will discover the beauty of the golden African plains and it various inhabitants. For a personal expedition, you will be given a golden opportunity to undertake a jeep safari adventure where you will be entering into the domain of lions, elephants and other wildlife. The vast Masai Mara National Reserve and conservancies are sure to leave you wanting more!

Plan a perfect safari holiday this year for your entire family

When you are planning to make your dream come true, taking assistance of professional tour guides is what you need at the first place. Mahanda Africa Safaris specialize in offering you and your family a world-class safari experience in the East Africa region. They are your accomplice throughout your memorable expedition as you get to experience a horde of adventures.

Why choose Mahanda Africa Safaris for your next tour?

Mahanda Africa Safaris is a trusted, well-established and renowned tour operator in Uganda that offers a mammoth of tours from private to group tours within the East African region. At Mahanda Africa Safaris, you will be connected with tour guides who will not just plan and offer your incredible wildlife safari trips, but they will also offer an excellent service at every point you need it. Our passionate and dedicated team are committed to offering you an unforgettable adventure experience of Africa’s amazing attractions.