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Saturday 16 May 1840
3 35/..
12 10/..
R14 ½° at 4 a.m. in our room and F65° (both marked on same little Bate London thermometer) breakfast – rice and tea – washing up and not off till 5 10/.. at 1st station at 6 8/.. i.e. 15v. in 58 minutes! – beautiful morning – sun hot now at 6 ¼ - fine rich pasture valley, grass and herbage, thistles, etc. all along – much cattle – station house just like that last night of Karamarianskoi – the 2 first of this kind low, one story building – 2 wings and a front something of this sort                        
5 10/.. to 6 8/.. Karamarianskoi to Kululinskoi 15
6 35/.. to 8 35/.. K- to Novoshemacha 18 ½
33 ½
one door in each wing and a room, and 2 doors in front and a room on each side of each of these 2 doors – very fairly off last night – better than in our Caravanserai at Elizabethpol [Elizavetpol'] – En route again at 6 35/.. at 7 ¼ at river – and river at 8 20/.. and at 8 25/.. village and station house of Novoshemacha (new Shemacha) – a general just gone, has taken 16 pair of oxen to get him up the mountain – no horses, nobody allowed to have horses but the post – no oxen – alight for the day – A- and I went out immediately and sauntered about till 10 ½ - a little Gastinoi [Gostiny] Dvor, bazaar, at a little distance in front of the village well supplied with the usual commodities hereabouts – Dried fruits and nuts (walnuts and filberts) almonds and dates and jujubes, and rock salt, and garance (madder) the root called ....... but the root ground to a fine powder is the henna with which they stain dye their nails a red orange colour – there was also abundance of the yellow green powder with which they dye their beards black – there were several sorts of cake (apparently of wheat flour) and split peas and beans, and lentils, and a largeish roundish ¼ in. or less thick queer dark looking cake which they let us taste, a veritable plum cake i.e. of plums dried and pressed into this shape – there was a butchers’ shop, and the man killed a sheep (fat tailed) before our eyes – cut its throat and let it bleed to death – several little sausages shops – the sausages in all stages of preparation, and also ready cooked to eat – there was also a plat of eggs poached
in oil and eaten with cake, 1/2doz. men at one dish – dipped in the cake, and took out the egg with their fingers, and one of the men held out a bit for me to taste – I ate it off the mans’ finger and found it very eatable – sauntered down into a nice garden – 3 or 4 houses (low mud-covered places as usual) but carpetted and neat within – the woman flocked round us ditto their husbands (or 1 or 2 men) – they had largeish oblong shallow cartons in their room under the stone bench full of silk worm eggs placed on mulberry leaf buds – a youth offered us green plums (magnum bonums just well set) to eat carefully taking out the little kernel which they made us understand was unwholesome – they took us to another cottage where the husband was weaving a Tchadra  veil of the women of this country – shewed us one – price 3 monāt i.e. 3/. silver rubles – sat down to my accounts at 11 – dozed over them – lay down – slept till 3 – then till now 5 ½ finished my accounts – then at Journal and map till dinner at 7 ¼ to 8 20/.. – then preparing bed etc. etc. till now 9 ½ - then at Journal again till now 11 p.m. beautiful night – R14 ¾° and F65° now at 11 25/.. p.m.
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Saturday 16 May 1840
[up at] 3 35/”
[to bed at] 12 10/”
Reaumur 14 1/2º at 4 a.m. in our room and Fahrenheit 65.º (both marked on same little Bate London thermometer) breakfast – rice and tea – washing up, and not off till 5 10/” – at 1st station at 6 8/” i.e. 15 versts in 58 minutes! beautiful morning – sun hot now at 6 1/4 – fine rich pasture valley, grass and herbage, thistles, etc. all along – much cattle – station house just like that last night of Karamarianskoi – the 2 first of this kind
5 10/” to 6 8/” Karamarianskoi to Kululinskoi                    15
6 35/” to 8 35/” Karamarianskoi to Novoshemacha      18 1/2
                                                                                           33 1/2
low, one story building – 2 wings and a front something of this sort
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one door in each wing and a room, and 2 doors in the front and a room on each side of each of these 2 doors – very fairly off last night – better than in our Caravanserai at Elizabethpol – en route again at 6 35/” – at 7 1/4 at river – and river at 8 20/”  and at 8 25/” village and station house of Novo Shemacha (new Shemacha) – a general just gone, has taken 16 pair of oxen to get him up the mountain – no horses, nobody allowed to have horses but the post – no oxen – alight for the day – Ann and I went out immediately and sauntered about till 10 1/2 – a little Gastinoi Dvor bazaar, at a little distance in front of the village well supplied with the usual commodities hereabouts – Dried fruits and nuts (walnuts and filberts almonds) and dates and jujubes, and rock salt, and garance (madder) the root called .  . .  .  . but the root ground to a fine powder is the henna with which they stain dye their nails a red orange colour – there was also abundance of the yellow green powder with which they dye their beards black – there were several sorts of cake (apparently of wheat flour) and split peas and beans and lentils, and a largeish roundish 1/4 inch or less thick queer dark looking cake which they let us taste, a veritable plum cake i.e. of plums dried and pressed into this shape – there was a butcher’s shop, and the man killed a sheep (fat-tailed)  before our eyes – cut its throat and let it bleed to death – several little saussage /sic/ shops – the sausages in all stages of preparation, and also ready cooked to eat – there was also a plat of eggs poached in oil and eaten with cake, 1/2 dozen men at one dish – dipped in the cake, and took out the egg with their fingers, and one of the men held out a bit for me to taste – I ate it off the man’s fingers and found it very eatable – sauntered down ino a nice garden – 3 or 4 houses (low mud-covered places as usual) but carpeted and neat within – the women flocked round us ditto their husbands (or 1 or 2 men) – they had largeish, oblong shallow cartons in their rooms under the stone bench full of silk worm eggs placed on mulberry leaf buds –  a youth offered us green plums (magnum bonum just well set) to eat carefully taking out the little kernel which they made us understand was unwholesome –  they took us to another cottage where the husband was weaving a Tchadra veil of the women of the country – shewed us one – price 3 monāt i.e. 3/. Silver rubles – sat down to my accounts at 11 –  dozed over them – lay down – slept till 3 – then till now 5 1/2 finished my accounts – then at Journal and map till dinner at 7 1/4 to 8 20/” – then preparing bed etc. etc. till now 9 1/2 –  then at Journal again till now 11 p.m. beautiful night – Reaumur 14 3/4º and Fahrenheit now 11 25/” p.m.
Anne’s marginal notes:
general Fezey commandant at Kuba – who we met at Madame Latchinoff’s, and found at Baku.
Henna.
NB: All unannotated (no links, explanations, illustrations etc.) entries will be annotated in the future and reposted.
WYAS page: SH:7/ML/E/24/0106
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atypicalacademic · 3 years
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From the Smut Prompts: 33. “Show me how much you missed me.” for @apprenticealec
(I promise my kink isn’t Lights and Shadows, you guys)
Alec x Haider
-NSFW-
Warnings: face-sitting, oral sex
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Candlelight and incense swirled delicately through Haider’s bedroom, and though there was nothing but candlelight and incense between the two of them, empty space, wisps of light and smoke, a distance far, far shorter than the miles that had stretched between them, though Haider’s hands twitched by his sides, his dick half-hard already at only the sight of her, aching to touch and taste and take, he stayed still, breathing hard, but still.
She’d told him to stay put.
And so he could.
Alec stood naked at the foot of his bed, her bronze skin, and the strong muscles beneath it, of her arms and her thighs and her broad shoulders, glowed as though she’d bathed in starlight. Her thick dark hair swayed to her bare waist, blue eyes sparkling electric as she teased herself, taking her lip beneath her teeth, smiling as she ran her hands over herself, teasing her breasts, her stomach, easing between her thighs before she swallowed, too sensitive to be able to stop if she started.
Haider couldn’t touch, wouldn’t give up on waiting after over these months of just that, but he could talk.
“You’re beautiful like this.” He leaned back against the headboard, letting his eyes travel where her hands did. “Alec,” He swallowed. “The light makes you glow- warm, and soft, and strong, fuck-” He squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lip, and opened them again. “I can’t look at your arms without wanting them around me, can’t see you walk without wanting to touch you,” He choked on his words, nearly losing his breath, beads of sweat dampening his chest. “Can’t look at your thighs without wanting to kiss them, can’t look at your nipples without-” He groaned.
Alec gasped, her will faltering as she squeezed them in time with his words. Haider’s mahogany eyes trailed between her legs. “You’re wet, aren’t you?”
Biting her lip, Alec quirked an eyebrow. “How do you know?”
His eyes drifted back to her flushed chest, her fuchsia-stained cheeks. “You only turn this color when you are.” 
Alec bit back a moan, and smiled teasingly. “Looks like you’ve given it some thought.”
“I gave you all my thoughts.”
“Haider-”
“Do you want to hear them?”
Alec did. And she knew he’d deliver, too, laying them out as simply, as meticulously as he always did, like he did in the kind of letters that had her blushing and squirming and itching to have him on his knees. He’d also wait, and wait some more, though he was hard and panting, though he wanted nothing more than to grip her ass and pull her to his lap, Haider would take all the time she’d demanded of him, ask once, twice, a hundred more times if she chose to make him.
She was more impatient than that.
“Show me,” She demanded, finally dropping her hands to her sides to climb on to the bed, sliding herself up his torso, straddling his hips and pushing his back on to the bed. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
“Yes,” Haider panted, his eyes rolling back as her bare pussy brushed against his stomach. “Yes, Alec, anything-”
She pretended to think it over, with a playful shake of her head she knew he enjoyed. Then, smiling mischievously, she shifted, turning around to lift herself up, letting Haider take the hint, and brace his strong arms around her thighs, henna painted fingers digging into her skin, and pull her to his face.
Haider moaned against her folds- she was wet enough to drip past his lips and tongue as he slowly kissed the side of her slit, running the flat of his tongue up to her clit. 
Alec whimpered as she folded, spitting on her hand to run it up his cock. “D-don’t tease,” she warned, though the effect was muffled by how she stuttered. “Haider, you-”
He shuddered against her, dipping his tongue between her lips and sucking on her clit, little by little, fast enough to have her arms trembling, slow enough for her to grind back against his face with a cry, and then another. 
He made no secret of his hunger, lapping at her with the relish of a man starved, and he was, in the time since he’d last seen her, left with only the thought of her, of her scent and taste and how she moaned and cried when he fucked her, how it felt to fuck her- he’d thought of it, touched himself to it, and she knew she had, too, from what she’d written to him- of how she’d missed his tongue between her legs, brushing up against her spot and laving through her folds- just like so, just like so-
It didn’t take Alec long to come, her high, broken cry ringing through the walls, and more, one hand twisted in her own hair, coating his face as she felt her hips slow and did not stop, as Haider licked her clean through the aftershocks.
She caught her breath and rolled off of him, then her draped herself back over to kiss his lips. “You’ve been so good,” she  kissed his damp beard, then peppered his neck with more kisses, nipping at the skin she found for a frantic minute. “I meant to suck you off, baby.” She bit her lip, letting him trace it with his fingers. “You were just- I couldn’t focus.”
Haider pressed another kiss to her lips, his arousal too strong for it to be anything more than an open-mouthed groan against her mouth. “Did I show you?” He asked breathlessly. “Did I show you how much I-”
“Yes, yes, you did.” She assured him, soothing him with a hand down his burning chest. “You always do.” 
She lay back down, and tugged him over her, spreading her legs and wrapping one around his waist as she cupped his cheek. Their eyes met, brilliant blue to dusky mahogany. “Now let me show you.”
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