A STUDY IN A COPTIC PHOTO: IBRAHIM EFFENDI KHALIL, DESCENDENT OF THE FAMOUS AL-GAWHARI FAMILY AND GRANDFATHER OF THE LATE BISHOP OF KHARTOUM AND THE SOUTH OF SUDAN, DANIEL
A STUDY IN A COPTIC PHOTO: IBRAHIM EFFENDI KHALIL, DESCENDENT OF THE FAMOUS AL-GAWHARI FAMILY AND GRANDFATHER OF THE LATE BISHOP OF KHARTOUM AND THE SOUTH OF SUDAN, DANIEL
Ibrahim Effendi and two of his sons, from Collection Anthropologique Du Prince Roland Bonaparte: Types Du Soudan
I have recently beendoing a study on the modern history of the Copts in Sudan and came across a rare photo of one Copt by the name of Ibrahim Effendi Khalil. In the picture he is depicted with two sons, the first, about ten years old, sitting next to his father and laying his…
So I've kinda started this thing on my twitter where I from time to time do appreciation posts on underrated musicals. And last week I did one on Graham Bickley's portrayal of Bishop Daniel in Which Witch. And let's be real, that musical is highly underrated. And so is his performance in the role. He is just so sweet in the role and his voice is amazing. And to my surprise, I got a reply. This was the first response I got to my tweet. I'm not going to read too much into this, but I'm not sure that he has received much praise for that role in particular. The musical was slaughtered by critics, and it only lasted on the west end for 76 performances. But it's a good musical and the people involved should get credit for the hard work they put in to it. That being said, he was so sweet and it legit made my day when he replied to me as I had a bad day that day anyway. But back to my original point of this post: people should get credit for their hard work. The musical flopped big time, but I still think that hard work should be appreciated. This musical have easily turned into one of my all time favourites and I will protect it at all costs. That also include the cast and crew. Because this musical deserved so much more! ❤
Anon asked: Daniel Shepherd, stealing kisses while preparing for a fall party?
Hope you like it!
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He comes into the room and put the heavy box down with a loud sigh. “What is in there?” He asks and shakes out his arms.
You grin and look down at him from your place high up on the ladder. “Lights and decorations.”
He groans again. “You know that less is usually more?”
“Usually, maybe. But not when it comes to a party. Especially not a fall party.” You say and get back to decorate the living room of your flat.
“Fall party…” He mutters under his breath and shakes his head. He is probably wondering why someone makes up parties when there are already so many holidays to celebrate and Christmas is almost around the corner.
But he still helps you with decorating your house for one of your favourite events of the year. You love fall. The mild weather, the last days filled with golden sunshine, the leaves of the trees turning yellow and orange and red. The seasonal fall dishes. You sigh happily and he chuckles.
“Can you give me the lights?” You ask and reach out for them. He nods and holds up a tangled mess of them. “Which ones?” He raises his eyebrow and grins.
You feel that he is amused about this and roll your eyes at him. “The small white ones.” You grin back at him and he groans. “I won’t be able to get them out of this mess…”
You grin and climb down a few steps on the ladder to sit down on one of it. “Give it to me.” You smile.
“Ah, so you got the magic touch?” He says and you laugh. “You know I do.”
He grins and you think you can see the tips of his earlobes turning a beautiful shade of red.
“Yes. I know that.” He doesn’t deny it and walks over to you, the lights trailing behind him.
You smile and beckon him closer. “I was just offering to show you again…” You tease him and wink.
“I really wouldn’t mind that at all.” He replies and leans closer.
You can feel his warm breath on your lips. His warm and slightly spicy scent. You lean forward and your lips meet. The kiss is soft and gentle. Your lips brush against each other, just a slight pressure.
He tastes like tea and sugar and you lean into the kiss more to chase the taste that was just him.
He opens his lips for you and your tongue slips in between them. You meet his tongue and the two slide against each other. You moan quietly and wrap your arms around him.
He sighs and kisses you a bit harder. He sucks on your tongue gently and you groan quietly. The kiss is growing deeper and hotter and you almost forget what you wanted to do.
But then the need to breathe gets stronger and you pull away. Your lips are tingling and you sigh happily.
He really has the magic touch as well. Even if you wouldn’t tell him that. “The lights?”
He curses under his breath but gives them to you. You know that he wants more. That he wants to keep kissing you. But you still got to fix the lights.
“You are a tease.” He says and quickly steals another kiss before giving the tangled lights over to you.
You grin and start to untangle the mess slowly and carefully. He watches you. Watches your hands. He smiles gently and you have to stop and ask him to kiss you again because you can’t concentrate at all anymore.
He grins and complies happily. His lips feel even softer and warmer now. Yours are very sensitive now and slightly swollen and you feel a shiver run down your spine as you kiss him again. He pulls away too soon.
“You are a tease too.” You tell him and he smiles knowingly.
He doesn’t reply and walks over to finish decorating his side of the room. You would be finished quicker that way.
“Oh. Am I?” He says and bends down slowly, displaying his beautiful, firm behind as he picks up a bunch of artificial red and orange and yellow leaves.
You lick your lips and groan. “Oh yes!”
You curse and let the lights fall to the ground as you walk over to him and put your hands against his wonderful arse.
You squeeze his arse cheeks and he straightens up right away. “Hm?”
“We can finish this later, I think…” You murmur with a lustful low voice and he turns around with a grin.
“I agree.” He says and leans in for another kiss. You open your lips immediately and his tongue slides along yours in a sensual, slick way. You moan and press yourself against him, your hands sliding down to his arse.
He groans and keeps kissing you. While the colourful leaves fall down all around you.
I was in the mood for some “end of summer” stories. (I know that it’s not really strawberry season anymore of course :)) I hope you like it!
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The sun is shining brightly onto your face as you wander across the market place. You like to watch the many people milling about. Most of them are smiling. Walking from stand to stand. Greeting neighbours and friends. Smelling flowers and buying fresh vegetables and fruits right from the farmers.
The farmer’s market is one of your favourite events in your corner of the city. You smile and nod as you see people and can’t help yourself but to stop at the stand that sells the most delicious looking and smelling fresh strawberries.
The woman behind the stand smiles at you and lets you taste one. The sweet juice and taste explodes on your tongue and you moan quietly as you chew the berry in your mouth slowly.
You buy more fruits than you probably should. And you are lost in thoughts about fresh homemade marmalade and strawberry cake.
“I see you already were successful.” A wonderfully familiar voice pulls you out of your musings. You look up and smile at the man standing in your way. One step closer and you would have bumped into him.
Looking at him and the way he smiles back at you, you wish that you had.
“Hey. Good morning. What are you doing here?” You ask and try not to appear too obvious about how happy you are to see him. People were probably already talking that they saw him standing there with you.
“Just taking a walk. Looking for someone.” He smiles and winks slyly. You know that he meant you and it causes a funny feeling in your stomach.
“I just bought some strawberries. Do you want to taste one?” You ask and hold up the basket to him. He takes a fruit and hums as he takes a bite, his lips closing around the red and ripe fruit.
He licks his lips and closes his eyes. “It’s really good. What do you plan on doing with those?” He asks and falls into step next to you as if it is the most normal thing in the world.
If you don’t act strangely people won’t talk about you. Maybe. Probably not but you refuse to pay any attention to anyone but him right now.
You talk to him. About cooking marmalade. About anything. Your elbow brushes against his as you walk and you feel every gently touch sending a jolt of excitement through your body.
This is still new to you. And kind of strange. But also wonderful.
“I am on my way home now. If you want to wait for half an hour you can take a glass of homemade strawberry marmalade with you.” You murmur and bite the inside of your lip.
He starts to grin. “I can’t possibly say no to that offer.” He replies and lets you lead the way even though he knows exactly where you are living right now.
You don’t mind playing this charade if it means that you get to be with him without people putting too many of their expectations and their pressure on you.
You open the door and let him walk in first. A look thrown over your shoulder shows you that no one is watching you as you close the door.
You sigh and want to walk straight into the kitchen but he stops you and wraps his arm around your waist.
He pulls you close. His kiss is warm and gentle, his soft beard is tickling your skin and lips.
“Hmm. I wanted to do that since I saw you. You look lovely today.” He murmurs and brushes his thumb over your lower lip. “Thank you.” You smile back at him and blush. You put the basket full of fresh fruit down.
“You taste like strawberry.” You murmur and kiss him again gently. He opens his mouth and lets you lick into it. Your tongues are tangling. You chase the lingering sweetness of the berries.
His hands slide up and down your back.
You sigh quietly and he nips on your lip before pulling away. “You do as well. I like it.” He pushes you away and picks up your basket. “Do you really plan on baking right away?” He asks and leans against the kitchen counter.
He looks so relaxed and at home and so very sexy that your mouth goes dry. “No. I don’t have to.” You smile and wink at him.
“Thank, God.” He says and laughs and pulls you into his arms again.
A minute later you two are stumbling through your house, bumping into walls and furniture as you can’t stop kissing each other. His kisses make your blood turn hot and your arousal rise. You let your hands slide over his body and under his light jumper.
He moans and follows you down on the couch when you fall down on it. The bedroom is too far away right now.
He presses himself against you and his hands start to explore your body. He is so attentive and careful. His touch is so gentle. You are getting goose bumps as he starts to undress you and groans quietly. He kisses every inch of naked skin he reveals to his gaze and touch.
Soon you are lying in front of him. He quickly pulls his jumper over his head, his shirt follows. Your pull his belt open and push down his slacks.
You feel giddy and so very aroused. You love seeing him naked. Having him between your legs. He is aroused as well as he kneels between your spread legs. He still tastes like strawberries as you kiss him and distract him successfully from putting on a condom.
You laugh when he curses. You don’t hear him do that often.
You take your hands away and lie down, letting him see how wet you are for him.
A few short seconds later and he lies down on you with a groan. His cock is hard and is soon filling you. He kisses you. Sweet and gently. A nice contrast to his hard thrusts that feel so very amazing and make you moan into the kisses.
You move together, wrapped around each other. You hold him close. Feel his heart racing against your breasts. His naked skin rubbing against yours. His chest hair teasing your nipples. His kisses and having his cock inside of you again made you feel as if you are drunk. Drunk with lust and arousal. The pleasure is rising. Growing. Spiralling out of control when he hoist your leg up and thrusts in even deeper.
You curse as well, moan his name. He blushes strawberry red and keeps thrusting. The redness spreads out. Over his neck and shoulders and you know that he is close. You arch your back and press your lower body against him.
He stills and shudders in your arms and you feel the warmth making your toes curl. His fingers find your clit and incredibly quickly he has you moaning out loudly, digging your fingernails into his skin, pulsating around his still hard cock, inside of you…
Anon asked for: Bishop OR Farmer Daniel sucking on some fruit e.g. orange quarters or something? And then his lips are all wet and swollen and kissable.
Hope you like it.
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You see his long fingers sneaking around your body and into your field of vision and snatch a piece of fruit before you can react. He is really fast if he wants to be!
“Stop it!” You laugh and turn around to him. “You are eating my cake ingredients!”
He grins and looks completely innocent as he sucks on the piece of orange before he pops it into his mouth.
“I’m not sorry.” He says and licks some of the sweet juice off his lips.
You swallow hard and try not to let your eyes wander down to his mouth. But he sees your gaze flickering and uses that moment to snatch a second piece of fruit.
“Hey!” You poke your finger against his chest and he only grins wider.
“Those oranges are delicious. You should try them.” He says and sucks on the fruit again.
You groan quietly. You can’t be mad at him. Not when he’s looking at you like that and his lips are looking all wet and juice wrapped around the orange slice.
“I can’t. They are for the cake.” You say and try to narrow your eyes at him. He is distracting you and he is good at it. And the worst thing is that he knows it.
He smiles and brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. The touch makes your lip tingle and you chase it with your tongue. You can taste the lingering sweetness and stickiness. “That’s a shame…” He says and smiles before he leans closer. “You really should taste them.”
He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. His lips are as sweet as you imagined they would be when he kisses you. Sweet, a hint of tanginess. Just right. You moan and lick into his mouth. You chase the taste of the oranges that mixes with the taste that is just purely him. The taste you love more than any other.
He sighs and lets his hands slide over your back and hips. You fear that your cake will probably be ruined later but you don’t care right now. Not when he is touching and kissing you like this.
He nips on your lips. “Hmm. They are all juicy and soft…” He whispers and lets his voice drop low. You feel it vibrating through your body.
“Stop it…” You whisper. “I need to get this done…” You murmur and he only smiles at you. “You will. This won’t take long.” He smirks and you groan. You know what he’s planning when he gets that look in his eyes. And you know that you aren’t able to resist him at all.
He makes you turn around. “You can keep working if you want to. I just…want to play a little bit. Before I have to sit through a boring meeting all evening.” He murmurs and starts to kiss your neck. He licks over the skin, gives you goose bumps. Before his hands open your jeans button and lower your zipper.
You hold your breath and try to make your hands work. You bite your lip and lean back against him. His warm fingertips caress you through your panties. He feels your heat. Your wetness.
“Hmm.” He hums and his fingers push your knickers to the side. Your sensitive skin quivers, it longs for his touch. You feel your knees go weak the second he brushes is thumb over your wet folds.
You moan his name. Your fingers are trembling as you add ingredients to the dough. This cake will be a mess but suddenly you don’t care at all.
His thumb parts your lips. He coats his fingers in your wetness. He teases your entrance. His large frame is pressed against your back. His breath brushes against your nape, the bristles of his beard tickle your skin a little bit. His low murmurs make your heart beat faster.
He caresses your sex. His fingers circle your opening. Slip into you. One. Two. He lets them scissor and slide out. And in again.
You hold onto the edge of the kitchen counter, your hips rolling back.
“More…” You murmurs and don’t protest when he snatches up a third piece of oranges and eats it before his fingers join his hand. He fucks you. In and out. Your inner walls clenching around him.
His other fingers rub along your clit, squeeze it gently. You cry out and shudder all over.
“Kiss me.” He murmurs and you do so instantly. He tastes sinfully good.
And his touch on your sex feels even better. You move with him. You hold on and cry out as it all gets a bit too much. Too many sensations make your head spin and take your breath away. And your come on his fingers, around them, clench and pulsate, your body shuddering. Pleasure makes your nerve endings spark…your moans are muffled by his passionate kiss…
Anon asked for: The Daniel Shepherd and his partner in Riga story. Hope you like it!
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You love seeing this transformation. The way a simple change of clothes can make a new and different man out of him.
You love them both dearly but it is always surprising and always fascinating to see it happen.
Just this morning he was a man at work. The special guest in St. Peter’s Church. He talked differently. His sentences short and precise. His eyes watchful. His smile genuine but rehearsed. His stance…he carried himself differently.
You notice it every time. When he’s the Bishop he is the Bishop. He always is a man of the church but at times he almost seems to disappear in his role. And then…then he takes off the dog collar and puts on his coat and scarf and holds out his hand to you and he is just…himself. Just Daniel.
You reach for his hand and squeeze it before you leave your nice hotel and go around exploring the city. No one recognizes him here. He can be the private person he chooses to be. He can laugh and point at things like a tourist.
He can enjoy the Latvian food and drinks and look around with wide eyes and enjoy your walk through the streets of Riga and your walk along the Daugava.
He can complain when his feet start to hurt from all the walking and you can squeal when he tries to pick you up to carry you when you do the same.
It’s nice to be able to do this with him. Let the sun shine on your face in the early spring and just enjoy this time being with him. Because you can be what you choose to be as well in this city. On this holiday that his half work and half private.
No one even raises an eyebrow as you enjoy a delicious dinner at the hotel restaurant. And no one cares when you leave the room. His hand holding yours tightly and you start to kiss him gently when you two are the only people using the elevator.
He hums and wraps his arms around you. His hands on your hips. He is smiling brightly. Like the cat that got the cream. You can tell that he is enjoying this time with you as well. And that he has plans for the evening.
You giggle as he kisses you neck as you try to walk to your hotel room without stopping to kiss him every two steps. His beard is tickling your skin and you laugh out loud when he tries to open your room door while kissing your ear.
You pull the key card from his fingers and even though yours are trembling slightly with growing arousal and impatience you manage to get the door open much quicker than he would.
Because he is getting more and more distracted.
You moan and kick the door shut behind you when you stumble into the room.
He smiles and pulls you into his arms and kisses you. Thoroughly and passionately. You know he wants you because he didn’t even think to order dessert at the restaurant.
His tongue flickers against your lips and you open your mouth for him instantly. You moan and suck on his tongue which makes him press against your body even more.
You caress his broad shoulders and push your hands under his suit jacket. You push it out of the way, down onto the floor. You long to feel his skin under your palms and his clothes are just in the way.
You laugh when he really picks you up this time and carries you over to the bed. He puts you down and steps back. You watch him undress himself.
He is teasing you a little bit. Going slow. You moan and whisper his name which makes him blush and do it a little bit quicker.
You bite your lip and give him a heavy look as you slowly undress as well. You don’t care about your dress. It needs to be gone.
He groans and watches the dress fall to the floor in front of his feet. His fingers are trembling when he grabs your ankle and takes a deep breath as he presses a kiss against it. You moan and watch him from under heavy lidded eyes.
You lie back on the covers and let your hands rest on your stomach. You feel your heart beat thrumming through your entire body.
You feel the arousal inside of you. It makes your body heavy. The wetness is glistening between your legs. He kisses his way up your leg… higher and higher.
You hold your breath, you long to feel his tongue on you. Your hot skin. He moans and breathes in your scent. His cheeks are flushed. He presses a kiss against your belly button and climbs onto the bed. You spread your legs for him and wrap your arms around him instantly.
He pushes you into the mattress. His hairy chest evokes delicious feelings inside of you when it rubs against your breasts. Your nipples are growing hard and he moans as he kisses you again.
His cock is hard as well. Hard and hot, sliding along your wetness. You roll your hips up. You want to feel him inside…
You whisper the words and he reaches down to make it happen. He is impatient and needy and you feel exactly the same.
You both gasp loudly when he slips inside. His cock spreads you open. He pushes inside and you clench around him. You hold him tightly. Inside yourself. In your arms.
Your lips find each other again and you start to rock your hips together. Back and forth. Up and down. The delicious slide of his cock inside of you, makes your body burn with pleasure. Hot and bright red. A haze is filling your vision. You moan and throw your head back, arch your back. He slides in deeper. Grabs your hips and pushes himself in deeper. Harder.
You feel the need to be one, to be joined….more than ever. Your tongue pushes between his lips and his curls around it. His cock is rubbing against your moist sensitive spot and you feel your lust expanding, growing bigger, larger, consuming you whole, every inch of your body and he moves on top of you and thrusts harder, faster, deeper and you cry out.
There! Right there! You feel like you are losing yourself as you lose control, exploding and coming, crying and moaning loudly. His name. Again and again. And he shudders and thrusts and keeps going. Harder still. Till he follows you over the edge, spills his cum into your quivering sex…sated. Completion…
He kisses you sweetly. Gently. And falls onto the bed next to you.
“Do you want to order some dessert now?” He chuckles and kisses your shoulders. You grin and nod and kiss him. Of course you do.
