#I know the CCP have their hands around your necks but come on

[justintaco]

Arknights during every other event: Nationalism and divisions are a sham. Nations and their power structures exist only to uphold themselves. The powerful will gladly sacrifice millions of lives for their own comfort.

Arknights any time the story involves Arknights China: Serving your country is very noble and there's many ways to do it :)

#BRO CAN WE BE A TINY BIT MORE SUBTLE #I know the CCP have their hands around your necks but come on #Arknights #Tacocaps

[sherlockmormorrp]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like teenlock, and johnlock.

Stranger: Practice had run a bit late, which may or may not have been deliberate, considering it meant John would bump into his chemistry teacher on his way through the school car park. It was just starting to get dark and just starting to rain, the rugby captain still wandering around in his rugby shorts smeared with mud, bag slung over his shoulder, when he finally locked up the sports shed and spotted Mr Holmes heading to his car. Mr Holmes, who was breathtakingly brilliant and clever and gorgeous and yeah, okay, he wasn't the only one with a crush on the teacher, but he sure was the only one who actually got on with him alright too. The man had little patience for careless, indignant students, but when it came to John he was a little bit friendlier, a little bit smilier. Or maybe that was John's imagination. Maybe the latter. Still, that didn't stop John from grinning and giving a wave as their paths crossed. "Well hey, sir. You're here late. Running another experiment in the lab?" John smirked.

You: (reading)

You: Sherlock looked up as he heard one of his favorite students approach him. John was right, he had just finished up his experiment, access to the chemistry lab was one of the main reasons he still taught. He could get incredibly frustrated with his students even for teaching the AP chemistry course they could still be rather dim. John, however, actually tried in class even if he got the equations wrong Sherlock could see he was trying and appreciated that. He eyed the other before he checked his wristwatch, "John? Why on earth are you here so late?" he asked, "I'm fairly certain practice ends sooner than this?" he asked. (Is this highschool or Uni?)

Stranger: [I'm thinking high school! John's 18] The student gave a little shrug, checking his own watch. Oops, yeah. It /was/ a bit of a late one today. But still, they had a real match coming up soon, it was normal for practices to run a little over so close to season. "Yeah, guess we lost track of time," John chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his damp neck. "I help coach pack things up at the end of practice anyway, and some of the lads are a bit sloppy so we worked them over time tonight. They needed it. But don't worry, I promise I won't be too knackered for class tomorrow." He flashed Sherlock another smile.

You: Sherlock nodded, John was very fit from rugby. He was a clear athlete in his build but yet wasn't a complete jar head, he took his studies seriously and Sherlock admired that. "Oh-" he frowned as it started to rain, he used his briefcase to cover his head. "How are you getting home, John?" he asked, concerned for the boys wellbeing in the rain and this time of day. (sounds good to me)

Stranger: It was incredibly sweet, the concern in Sherlock's tone then. Though surely he'd be concerned for any of his students wandering around this time of night. John tried not to let it get to his head, as he shrugged. "I was just gonna walk. It's not that far, really," he assured him, seemingly unfazed as the rain started to come down. In all fairness he probably would've caught the bus, but he'd missed the last one, running practice so late... but oh well. "Spot of rain never hurt!"

You: Sherlock frowned in concern. "Are you sure? I can give you a ride home." he offered, "I insist really. I'm not letting you walk in this rain at this time of night. " he unlocked his car. "You can put your bag in the trunk." he told, not giving John the option of saying no. He couldn't in good faith let John walk home, it was dangerous. Sherlock hurried into the drivers seat to get out of the rain, he started his car and waited for the boy to get in.

Stranger: It... was an incredibly kind gesture, but John wasn't sure it was such a good idea, agreeing to be in a confined space with Mr Holmes. Not that it really mattered, of course, nothing would happen other than maybe John making a fool out of himself. He hesitated for a moment, but Sherlock really wasn't giving him an inch to protest, so he gave in and put his bag in the back seat, grabbing his jersey out of it. "I'm real, real sorry if I get dirt all through your car, sir," John said hesitantly, placing the relatively clean jersey on the seat before he got in and sat down, careful not to shed mud everywhere. "Thanks for this though, if you're really sure. I don't mean to be a bother, and it's really not that far."

You: Sherlock chuckled, John was very polite, not like most of the rude students he had. "You're fine, John. I can't let anything happen to my favorite student now can I ?" he shot him a smile before he headed out of the parking lot. "Just direct me to your home." he told. He turned to look at him, "Your mother and father don't pick you up after practice?" he asked, "Especially when it's this late?"

Stranger: Favourite student? John's face lit up at that, even if he was sure Sherlock was mostly teasing. Surely his favourite student would be someone clever and passionate and witty like he was, not plain old John who tried his damn best but still wasn't anything exceptional. "Hell, I'll try not to let that get to my head, Mr Holmes, but no promises," he chuckled, before navigating the way for his teacher. It was still roughly a fifteen minute drive, and John was gonna make sure to make the most of it. He hesitated when Sherlock asked about his parents, looking down at his hands before shrugging. "Oh, you know. Dad's busy working late, and Mum's not too well at the moment," he replied, keeping it vague.

You: Sherlock nodded, noticing the change in the boys body language at the mention of his parents. "I'm sorry to hear that." he muttered softly. "Well, if you're at school this late again you come to my the lab. You'll most likely find me there at all hours. It isn't exactly safe for you to be walking so far this late." he turned to look at him briefly while at a stoplight. "You certainly look like you can handle yourself, but no need in putting yourself in danger." John had a short stature but he was very muscular thanks to rugby and could definitely hold his own in a fight, but why subject himself to unneccisary danger. "I can give you a ride home if needed." he assured him.

Stranger: John couldn't help but smile at the offer, genuinely touched by the concern and generosity. Shit, it wasn't often someone went out of their way for him. And for it to come from Mr Holmes, was... well, really lovely. "Thank you, sir," he said genuinely, entirely grateful. "I wouldn't want to be a bother, especially if it's a bit of a detour for you, but I do really appreciate it." He found himself looking up at the teacher warmly for a little too long and finally glanced away, ears pink. "Some of the other kids say some awful things about you, Mr Holmes, but you're the best teacher - the best man, I think - that I've ever known."

You: Sherlock chuckled at John's statement, "I'm sure most of what the kids say about me is true." he chuckled. "I am not the easiest teacher. I actually expect my students to learn and apply themselves. Unfortunately that isn't instituted with the rest of the teachers." he said with an eye roll. "But thank you, John. Really it's just a ride home." he couldn't help but smile though, it was sweet of John to say. He was at least glad that one of his students didn't completely hate him.

Stranger: Right. Yeah. Of course. Just a ride home. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. But even still, it was more than anything anyone had done for him in a while, and it was really, really nice. So John just shrugged and smiled, looking out the window at the rainy street sliding past. "I still really appreciate it. And I think that's part of what makes you so good as a teacher. You don't put up with slack. You push us to do our best. And I know mine's average at best, but you still get me trying my hardest, and I'm grateful for it," he murmured, glancing back over to the elder. "And yeah, you can be a bit of a prat sometimes too but that's half the fun," he teased.

You: Mr. Holmes grinned at John calling him a prat. "You are very clever, John." he praised. "You are far beyond average." he assured him, "And what you lack in your arithmetic you make up for with your persistence. Chemistry does not come easily at all and it's very easy to get flustered and quit. But you don't. You come to me with questions, you're engaged during class and you come to tutoring. That means a lot more to a teacher than the actual grade you may get on tests." he let out a soft sigh. "I know I am a strict teacher but I don't think many students realize that if I see an effort that a student is trying I will bump their grade to reflect that effort. "

Stranger: The praise meant a lot to John, coming from Mr Holmes. He couldn't quite will away the blush that rose in his cheeks and the tips of his ears as the teacher reassured him that he wasn't quite as much of a dunce as he often felt, and he smiled up at Sherlock for a moment. "Well, I'm glad you can see when someone's trying. Though hell, I'd hate to see what my grades would look like if I /wasn't/ putting so much effort into it," he laughed lightly. Not that his grades were bad to begin with, but still. "So all it takes to be your favourite is to try hard and be engaged, huh? Here I was thinking it might've been my charming smile or something."

You: Sherlock looked over to John and immediantly noticed the other was glowing pink with embarssement, he smiled softly to himself finding it very..adorable really. He chuckled at John's statement, only pausing for a moment to access what he said. That statement was awfully... flirty, coming from anyone else mouth of course. John was certainly not flirting with his teacher. That wouldn't be appropriate at all. He hesitated before he spoke, "It doesn't hurt.." he hummed, flashing a smile to the other that was all teeth. "It's just nice to know that there are still students who give a damn." he hummed.

Stranger: The hesitation didn't go amiss, and yeah maybe that had been a little flirtier than John should have allowed, but hell, Sherlock's response almost could've been considered flirty too. Had it come from anyone else, of course. Mr Holmes wasn't the sort of man to flirt with his students, and John needed to remember that. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle at the reply and the toothy grin, quietly delighted. "Of course there are. You make it pretty easy to get invested and interested," John smiled, hoping that wasn't too much of a double entendre.

You: Sherlock rose an eyebrow, "I do?" he asked, "I didn't think my lectures were that enticing.." he frowned as he realized they were getting closer to John's home. Was it sad that this was the most social interaction he had for months? Outside of teaching Sherlock didn't talk to anyone, and he wasn't exactly talking with his students more so at them. He enjoyed John's company, he was clever and very mature.

Stranger: "Are you kidding? Your lectures are easily the best," John assured, honestly surprised that Sherlock didn't realise quite how captivating he was with this content. "No other teacher gets quite as passionate and knows quite as much about their subject as you. You're definitely the easiest to listen to and engage with. Like when you started off about cations and anions and their reactions, that was incredible. It can sometimes be a little hard to keep up with you because your head just runs at a lightning pace, but it's amazing to listen to," John grinned, trying very hard not to be too disappointed by the fact that they were only a few blocks away from his house.

You: Sherlock felt ridicoulous because now he was the one blushing. No one had ever said such nice things to him before. Most found him annoying and pompous for knowing so much about Chemistry. He was happy that John recognized his passion for the subject. He turned to face him, heart warm by his words. "I..Thank you John. That..really means a lot" he admitted. He parked outside of the other's home, a little sad their conversation had to end. "Well.." he muttered to himself. "Don't forget your homework due tomorrow.." he muttered a bit lamely, he didn't know what else to say.

Stranger: The colour in Sherlock's cheeks was far prettier than it had any right to be, and John got a little lost looking up at him for a second there. His stupid, hormonal, teenage brain teased him with the thought of maybe leaning in to... hell, maybe even just kiss him on the cheek. But that was so ridiculously inappropriate and wrong and he quickly shoved that thought aside, heart fluttering. "I won't," he nodded gently, looking up at his house. No, he wasn't looking forward to going home. If only he lived on the other side of town, so they could just keep talking and... well. No, best he get a move on. "Thanks again, Mr Holmes, I really do appreciate it. You're very kind." He opened the door a fraction, and turned back to give Sherlock a warm smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You: Sherlock noticed the hesitation, he frowned a little in worry. He hoped John's home life was alright, he seemed tense at the topic of his parents and the younger man didn't seem to want to leave the car. He nodded and smiled back, "See you tomorrow, John. Don't forget your bag." he reminded.

Stranger: Right, yes, he'd better get a move on before Sherlock started deducing things at home. He stepped out into the rain, and leaned down to look back in the car long enough to smile and say, "have a good night, Mr Holmes. Thanks again." And then he closed the door, grabbed his bag from the trunk, and started up towards his gate. He turned to give Sherlock another wave, before heading up and inside, feeling warm in his chest, smile stuck on his lips.

You: Sherlock didn't leave until he saw John safely enter his home. He ran a hand through his curls and let out a deep breath. John Watson was a very charming boy, but he was exactly that-a boy. A student. Sherlock really sort of overstepped by offering to take him home but that was in good faith. The thoughts he was currently having about the blonde were not so good-willed. He cleared them from his head quickly, the inappropriate thoughts anyways. John was not flirting with him. He was his teacher and John was simply a good student who cared deeply for academics. He made it to his home and entered his lonely apartment and began grading tests.

Stranger: The warm feeling managed to last a little while, at least. He managed to get in, have a shower, and get dinner started before his father got home and the bickering started. Between Dad and Harry constantly arguing and Mum with her anxiety and headaches keeping her in her room most of the day, it was... well, not ideal. But he managed. Ever the caretaker, ever the mediator, he made his family dinner and managed to pry Harry away from stirring their father up even more and managed to miss a second clip around the ears, and so it was fine. It was a fine night. Because he got to go to bed thinking of that blush on Sherlock's cheeks and his damp curls and that silly, toothy grin. When the next morning rolled round, he got to school early, having pushed himself and his sister out the door before their father had a chance to wake up. He wandered into class to find it empty except for Mr Holmes, and smiled. "Well, good morning. Sleep well?"

You: Sherlock looked up from his desk when he heard someone come in, it was very early-no student should be here by now. He was pleased to see John entering his classroom. "Goodmorning, John." he greeted, he tapped his coffee cup with his pen. "Haven't slept actually" he answered honestly. He pushed his chair away from his desk to face John. "What can I help you with, did you have a question on the homework?" he asked.

Stranger: Hadn't slept? Well shit, he looked fairly perky and alert for someone who hadn't slept all night, and there was no way a single coffee was holding him up. Which meant he likely regularly didn't sleep. Which was... well, concerning. "How come you didn't sleep?" John frowned, wandering forward to drop his bag at a desk. He rubbed the back of his neck at the question, hesitant. "Well, not really. Just wanted to get here early," he shrugged, and it wasn't quite a lie, just not the whole truth. But oh, hang on. "Wait, no, could you look something over for me? I struggled a little on question fourteen and I /think/ I got it, I just want to make sure my thought process was right," he said, grabbing his notes and wandering up to Sherlock's desk, leaning against it as he handed the work over.

You: Mr. Holmes smiled at John's concern. "I don't sleep often." he answered. "I'm working a lot, and lose track of time. But I manage." he shrugged, usually until his body collapsed from exhaustion. He nodded when John asked him to look over his work, he took John's paper and scanned the work quickly, he turned his head and noticed just how close John was watching over his shoulder. "These all look good. You are missing a valance electron for this calculation of the lewis dot structure of Potassium Chloride." he explained. "Take another look at it." he told, handing him a pencil from his desk.

Stranger: Still, to lose track of time enough to miss an entire night of sleep? That couldn't be healthy. "You really shouldn't be taking work home with you, you know. I've heard that's killer," he warned with a small smile, before leaning close to watch Sherlock pour over his work. Ah. Bugger. Of course he'd missed an electron. "Damn, and it's so obvious now that you've pointed it out, too," he sighed, leaning in to reach over and correct himself, shoulder brushing against Sherlock's. He tried very hard not to think about it. That, and the pleasant scent of coffee and body wash and chemicals. John sat back a little, cheeks pink again. "Is that right?"

You: Sherlock noticed that damn blush again, was it from the small amount of contact? Of course not, John must be embarrassed about the simple mistake. He smiled and nodded, "Yes, everything looks good." he assured him. "It's easy to miss the little things. But you've clearly mastered the concept which is important," he assured him. He wrote a 100 on the top of the page and handed it back to John. "Very good work, John." he reached for his coffee, taking a sip before he spoke again. "Oh, I'm not staying up all night grading papers. I finished that fairly quickly. I'm working on my own personal experiments. Outside of the ones for class." he explained

Stranger: A 100, even with his slight mistake? Well. John blinked, a smile lighting on his face even though he almost felt like it wasn't quite deserved. "Thank you, sir," he nodded, delighted with the perfect mark and praise. "Really doesn't hurt to flash a smile once in a while, huh?" He teased, before straightening up again. He leaned against Sherlock's desk a little and raised a brow, curious, but also careful not to invade his space too much again. "Yeah? What are you working on at the moment?"

You: Sherlock chuckled softly, "Well.." he hesitated, "I don't mean this in an insulting manner but it is far above Chem 1." he warned, "But I'll try and explain it as best I can." he assured him. He stood and went to the board. "You're familiar with Carbon, obviously. Well, Carbon is a very fascinating element. So fascinating that an entire section of Chemistry is devoted to it. It's called Organic Chemistry. Every living thing contains carbon in one form or another. " he began. "Now, you recall going over Lewis Dot Structures for a visual aspect of how elements are going to combine with other elements. Well Carbon is very interesting because of /how/ it forms with different elements. It has properties that are very unique to Carbon." he drew out the lewis dot structure for carbon. "Organic Chemistry is basically...the study of how carbon combines with different things and what happens." he turned to see if John was following along with him. He tried to remember that John had told him he could talk a bit too fast on accident.

Stranger: John was already captivated, having perched himself on the edge of Sherlock's desk to watch him comfortably, listening to him start on organic chemistry. He remember Mr Holmes had mentioned the term a few times, and had briefly touched on the significance of carbon before, so he was able to keep up so far. And God, he could just listen to Sherlock speak about anything he was interested in all day, if the teacher allowed him. Even just the sound of his voice was - right. No. Don't get distracted. John nodded instead, grinning. "I'm keeping up so far, I think. Please, go on."

You: Sherlock noticed John's look of..almost dozing off and he feared he was boring the other but he insisted he continued. He nodded slowly, "Right- well. As I said Organic Chemistry is incredibly difficult, they don't even allow it to be taught in high school it's strictly at the university level." he explained. "I've been trying for years to get an organic chemistry course put in, at least for the students who think they want a career in something-medical perhaps. It will benefit them greatly." he sighed and shook his head. "Anyways, I've recently redirected my focus to Organic Chem, I dabbled in Nuclear Chemistry for a while but-eh it was boring." he shrugged. Sherlock was far too brilliant to be teaching at a high school that much was clear.

Stranger: It was wonderful, hearing him talk about it be excited about it, and honestly John couldn't help but be excited too, leaning forward slightly, intent. And he also honestly couldn't help but ask the obvious question, really. "Mr Holmes, I mean this with the greatest respect, but what the hell are you doing teaching /high schoolers/?" He asked with a light chuckle, shaking his head. "You should be teaching at a university level, if anything. And then that way you /could/ teach the things you want to, advanced things like organic chem. Your mind is too vast and brilliant to be... not wasted, I guess, because a lot of us still learn so much from you, but Christ."

You: Sherlock turned around and smiled softly, he let out a soft chuckle. "Ah.." he had expected this question, he moved to sit back down at his desk. "That's well..a loaded question, John." he answered. "The nice version?" he asked. "High school is a very important time for a growing mind. A good teacher at this level can determine whether a student decides to continue their education to the Uni level." he answered. "And well..a more practical answer. I am a..very hard man to get along with. I step on toes, I never shy away from what I'm thinking and...that has gotten me into trouble." he admitted.

Stranger: That was a fair point, to be honest. Part of John had almost wanted to be something of a writer, even as a hobby, if not for the rubbish English teacher he'd had two years ago. Which in hindsight was probably for the best, but still. He knew what Sherlock meant. High school teachers had a lot of influence. But the practical answer... well, it just didn't sit right with John. He gently leaned back against the desk and knocked his knee against Sherlock's, with a well-meaning frown. "You're not /that/ difficult to get on with. And if anything, surely you'd get away with that more easily at uni, wouldn't you?"

You: Sherlock chuckled and smiled-almost shy like at John's compliment. "I did work at a Uni for some time...but I pissed off the department head and was fired." he explained. "You'll learn John...that in life its all about pleasing the right people. And well..I've never been very good at that." he laughed softly. "I'd rather focus on science than worry about impressing the right administrators and playing the politics of it all." he rolled his eyes. "I can't be bothered to worry myself with it all."

Stranger: Oh. John immediatley felt bad for bringing it up, and honestly a little angry that someone had dared fire him. For what sounded like a personality difference, no less. It just didn't seem fair. And quite right, Sherlock shouldn't have to worry about the politics of it, surely it should just be about his intellect and his ability to share and teach new information. "I'm really sorry, Mr Holmes. That sounds really rough," John said gently, nudging the elder's foot with his own in an awkward sort of attempt at a comforting gesture. "What about a different university, maybe? But... well, us mere high schoolers are very , very, very lucky to have you regardless." He smiled gently.

You: Sherlock opened his mouth as if he were going to speak but shut it. Deciding he definitely should share too much of his past with his student. "I.." he gave a weak smile at the gesture. "High school is fine for me. Right now," he answered simply. John seemed to look up to him for whatever reason and he didn't want to ruin John's ideal of him by revealing that he was a recovering drug addict. That wasn't very..noble of him. In actuality teaching, high school was recommended, supposed to be less stressful and ease him back into teaching and living sober, blah blah. For now, it was fine, Sherlock missed having access to more advanced lab eqipment, but he meant it. Students like John were starting to make the job seem worth it.

You: (shoudn't**)

Stranger: There was a hesitation, a reluctance in him then that suggested he was holding something back, and as curious as John was, he knew better than to pry. Maybe Sherlock had other reasons too and that was fine. It wasn't his business. Honestly he was grateful the man could share even this much with him. "Well, I'm glad you're here," John said gently and sincerely, with a warm smile. "Oh and hey, I meant to ask, I didn't leave a mess in your car, did I?" He asked with a sheepish, apologetic grin, running a hand through his hair. "Because I'd be very happy to clean it up if I did. I know I was pretty muddy after practice, and being damp and all."

You: Sherlock smiled, ignoring the feeling in his stomach when John said he was glad he was here, no one was ever glad he was in the room. He looked up at John, admiring the way he looked when he was..shy and running his hand through his hair like that. "In all honesty, I didn't even look." he admitted. "Even if you did I'm not worried about, I can easily get the car detailed." he assured him. He looked John over briefly, deducing simple things about him. He'd showered this morning and was wearing a strong aftershave. It seemed he wanted to seem..mature, possibly draw attention from girls. "You're doing well in your other classes?" he asked, "I assume so, I know athletes can't play if they are failing classes."

Stranger: There was a certain way Sherlock was looking at him now, slightly more intensely than before, and oh yeah, John recognised the look he got when he was deducing people. He'd only witnessed the teacher deduce other students aloud three times, when calling them out on excuses or lies or bad behaviour, and it was incredible every time. Being on the receiving end of that look was no less incredible, but certainly a little intimidating. That warmth rose to John's cheeks again, and he swallowed, collecting himself. God he hoped Sherlock couldn't read him too deeply. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'm doing really well in bio and phys-ed. The others are all okay," he smiled, before giving a small shrug. "Not /quite/ as well as I'm doing in your class, I'll admit, but then again of course I'm doing the best for my favourite teacher."

You: Sherlock chuckled, "I'd hardly qualify Phys-ed as a class." he mumbled with a playful roll of his eyes. He grinned when John called him his favorite teacher, "Well, I'm well off in anything science. So if you need help with Biology I can help with that as well. Biology and Chemistry work side by side really, nearly everything that happens in the human body is a form of chemistry." he hummed. "And math, but I am absolutely no use in anything English or History." he chuckled.

Stranger: John chuckled lightly, shrugging. Yeah, he couldn't imagine Sherlock would have much interest in things like literature or history. Science, though. Anything and everything scientific, he was sure Sherlock had or would master. "Well thanks, Mr Holmes. I really appreciate it. And you know, I probably could do with a little bit of help with bio," he said carefully. "I swear I'm not just trying to spend more time with you. Although I wouldn't mind that too," he teased with a small smirk, knocking his knee against the teacher's lightly. That wasn't too far, right? Not /too/ flirty?

You: Sherlock was painfully aware of John's third attempt at subtle physical contact with him. He rose an eyebrow, quickly realizing that John was flirting with him. It was hard to believe but he couldn't ignore the obvious- supposed to be subtle hints. Sherlock was incredibly good at reading people and John-well the poor boy was basically an open book. He licked his lips subconsciously as he thought about how to approach this. He gave John a small smile. "Well, You know where to find me. Before or after school, or during my office hours" he answered. He wasn't overstepping, it was just tutoring. John simply saw him as a role model at most, it was nothing to worry about.

Stranger: Okay, so maybe that wasn't quite as subtle as he'd hoped. But hell, if he was being a little too obvious and if Sherlock did realise that maybe this was a little inappropriate, surely the teacher would gently, nicely disengage. Right? And yet, Mr Holmes was practically offering an invitation - a very professional one, of course, for tutoring and nothing more - and that swipe of his tongue over his lips... John swallowed. Oh, he was so letting it get to his head. "Well, maybe I could stay behind after school today? You could tell me more about organic chemistry and help me with my bio paper," he suggested innocently enough, though the colour in his cheeks was such a stupid, blatant giveaway.

You: Oh, Christ that blush. John was smitten, he could see it over his face. Oh god, was the aftershave for him? It did smell nice subjectively but John wasn't supposed to be trying to catch the eye of his teacher. He was supposed to be interested in boys closer to his age, perhaps another rugby player or something. Not his chemistry teacher. Mr. Holmes hesitated for a moment before he nodded, "That'd be fine." he agreed softly, knowing that was a terrible idea but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy John's company. Besides, it wasn't like he was taking him home with him. It would be in a professional environment. Just-tutoring and conversation. That was harmless. Mr. Holmes looked up when the bell rang, he looked to John. "You better get to first period. You don't want to be late." he warned

Stranger: Something in his abdomen did a delightful little somersault when Sherlock agreed to see him at the end of the day. Even if it really was just to keep talking about chemistry and school, John didn't mind one bit. He was a hopeful young man, but he wasn't naive. He knew in his head nothing would ever happen, not that Sherlock would even ever be interested, and yet... and yet he just couldn't help but grin as he nodded, and straightened up. "Right. Yeah," he said as other students finally started to filter into Sherlock's class. He grabbed his bag, unable to wipe that smile off his face as he turned back to Sherlock. "Thanks again, Mr Holmes. I'll come find you later. And definitely have another coffee," he chuckled lightly, before dipping out the door and hurrying off to English, grinning and pink-cheeked the whole way.

You: Sherlock let out an exhale as John left the room, he ran his hand through his curls and tried to focus on getting his lesson plan together and actually-teaching something but he found himself distracted all day. He found himself comparing every student to John. John would of known that answer, John would understand what he was saying. John wouldn't be on his phone while he was teaching. By the time it was lunch Sherlock was sure he was going mad. Yet even still he found himself watching the door, expecting-well hoping that John would come looking for him.

Stranger: ((Brb!))

You: (no prob!)

Stranger: It was incredibly difficult paying attention in his first two classes of the day. They seemed to drag by, as his much less interesting teachers drawled on without much enthusiasm at all, obviously going over content they'd taught time and time again and had gotten sick of. Sherlock would never be this boring. But God, he really couldn't get too hung up on the man just yet... but then lunch rolled round and his rugby mates said something about kicking the ball around on the field for a while and John said he'd catch up with them shortly, he just needed to run something by one of his teachers. Which was mostly true, anyway, as he quickly finished his lunch and headed back to Sherlock's classroom, popping his head in the doorway. And there he was, looking his way, almost expectant. John laughed, grinning. "Hey. You look like you're waiting for someone," he teased, stepping inside.

You: Sherlock hated that he lit up when John did come through the door. He adored John's smile, it just seemed to light up the whole room. And the smile was just for him. Mr. Holmes couldn't help a shrug, "I had a feeling I would be seeing you during lunch." he admitted. He gave John a raised eyebrow, wondering what excuse he had come up with to be spending his lunch with a teacher instead of friends.

Stranger: There was no mistaking the sudden rush of life and light in Mr Holmes' eyes, then. And John tried really hard not to credit himself for it because that would just be daft, of course he didn't mean that much to his teacher, and yet. And yet, he loved the idea that Sherlock had known damn well he would pop by and had been waiting patiently. John chuckled again and closed the door behind him, blocking out the mindless chatter of other students in the corridor. "Just wanted to make sure you're still awake. And besides, I've got you for next period. Maybe I wanted a head start," he shrugged with a smirk, wandering forward. "Have you had lunch already?"

You: Mr. Holmes watched John very closely, when the blonde shut the door he had a little wave of panic but didn't say anything. John's tone and posture signaled he was getting braver, more comfortable around the older man. Sherlock swallowed at the thought of that, having mixed feelings about that realization. He nodded, "I'm not tired in the least." he answered, which was not a lie. John had been filling his mind all morning, it was becoming bit of a distraction. Sherlock shook his head when John asked if he had eaten, "No, I usually leave for lunch. Not too fond of the excuse for food they serve you poor students." Sherlock stood, needing to stretch his legs, "What's got you so eager for class?" he asked.

Stranger: Oh. Oh, there was the barest hint of trepidation in Sherlock then, a faint hesitation that gave John pause. He didn't want to make the man uncomfortable, not at all. Was he coming on a bit strong, now? Had he gotten the wrong idea? Was he letting Sherlock's friendliness get to his head? John tried not to over-analyse it too hard, but quietly tried to rein himself in a little, giving a small smile. "Fair enough, honestly. I usually bring something from home. It's generally better than the cafeteria stuff," he agreed, setting his bag down

Stranger: ((Oops wasn't done, sorry!))

Stranger: bag down. He floundered to come up with an excuse for wanting to see the teacher, and really this was just going to end up embarrassing if he wasn't careful, but he gave another shrug. "I just didn't fancy listening to Thomas go on about the birds he's been sleeping with, and you know, getting one hundred percent on my homework has sure inspired me to keep learning."

You: Sherlock rose an eyebrow, he couldn't help but smirk to himself. John was a quick thinker, but he had to know he'd see through the lie. Come on John, you're smarter than this. "Ah.." he hummed, "Isn't that what boys your age are supposed to be doing? Your hormones are running wild at this age." he reminded, sort of leading John to the idea that this crush was just hormones, nothing more. "And I assure you Thomas has not slept with any women. No one who brags that much is telling the truth." he joked

Stranger: Oh yes, the implication that John's affection could be put down to nothing but hormones didn't go amiss. But that meant Sherlock knew. He had to know, and yet... and yet, wasn't he kind of feeding into it? Even when if he was trying to suggest this was just a hormonal crush? John's heart fluttered and he tried not to think too hard about it, tried to fight the heat in his face at the concrete realisation that Mr Holmes knew damn well he was smitten with him. But that was fine. It didn't matter. He enjoyed his company regardless. "Well," John shrugged again, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Maybe you're rigjt

Stranger: right. Considering you can tell what students are sleeping with who based on the turn of their collars," he teased lightly. "I'm not innocent, I'll admit. But it's pretty overrated. Fooling around."

You: Sherlock rose an eyebrow by John's statement, this conversation was definitely not an appropriate one to be having with his student, but really they had cross appropriate a while ago. "Oh? " he questioned, "Are you implying you're immune to the body's own primal urges?" he asked-using that I know you're lying tone of his. "Asexuality is certainly valid-don't get me wrong, but I don't think you're asexual John.."

Stranger: "Oh no, no - I didn't mean to imply that," John quickly tried to correct with a shake of his head and a rush of red to the tips of his ears. Oh no, there was no trying to convince /anyone/ he wasn't interested in sex full stop, let alone Sherlock Holmes. "I mean, you know, the shitty teenage thing. Of dating people for a couple of months before moving on to the next crush

Stranger: crush. Or hooking up with whoever and bragging about it the next day. Just... I don't know. It all seems a bit daft." He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair anxiously again

Stranger: again.*

Stranger: ((I dont know why my thumb is suddenly so attracted to the send button I'm sorry haha))

You: (Haha no problems)

You: Sherlock hummed in thought, "I hate to break it to you John but that daft behavior is around way past high school." he joked, there it was again. John was very mature and just...thought differently than anyone else his age. "I'd have to agree with you then- I suppose. " he shrugged. "It's a shame..you are very popular with the girls in the class. "

Stranger: Was he, just? The pink in John's cheeks darkened slightly and he laughed, this time running his hand through his hair slowly, a little more deliberately. "What can I say? I'm quite the catch," he teased, waggling his brows. And then he laughed it off, perching himself on the nearest desk. "I'd rather something a little more meaningful, I guess. Wait for something I'm sure of. Some/one/ I'm sure of." As if that wasn't pointed at all. But the message was clear - he wasn't going to rush into anything, regardless of opportunity. "What about you, sir?" He asked daringly, tilting his head.

You: Sherlock caught the pointed message, he ignored it. Every teenager thought they were sure of everything at that age. He frowned and shook his head,"What about me?" he asked, unsure what John was asking. Was this his way of asking if he was single?

Stranger: John put his hands back in his pockets and looked over at Sherlock carefully, wondering. It was definitely crossing a line to pry like this. Into his love life, of all things. It wasn't his businss

Stranger: business. He had no reason to ask. Even to make conversation, it was probably a bit far. And yet... "Do you have anyone? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?" John asked, curious.

Stranger: ((Brb for a while, I'll try keep the connection up but I'll be a few minutes!))

You: Sherlock shook his head, "No." he answered simply, not going into any further detail than that. "I'm- for all purposes solely focused on my work." he answered. That seemed like the most appropriate answer he could give his student. Sherlock had been with people in the past but-nothing serious.

You: (do you want to switch over to email?)

Stranger: ((Yeah that works!))

You: (i can send the log over!)

You have disconnected.

#johnlock #teacherlock #omegle rp #johnlock rp

[alexandreathefirst-blog]

First Time

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

Stranger: hi

Stranger: haha sorry

You: nice abs

Stranger: lol thanks

Stranger: like your smile btw you seem cute af haha like wtf

You: how mamy times ur on the gym

Stranger: try 3-5 times a week

You: that dedication tho

You: hahaha

Stranger: haha i try

Stranger: oh shoot and you got that freckle dayummm

You: i did go once

You: i puked

Stranger: you got the whole package hahah

Stranger: oh shoot that means you a hard worker

You: its a beauty mark

You: more like a cursed mark

Stranger: it really is

Stranger: nah

Stranger: beauty mark for sure

Stranger: dides find that super sexy ngl

You: hahah calm ur tits boo

You: im here for wholesome shit

You: but i dont know why im on the unmonitored sec

Stranger: yeah? for example?

Stranger: oh lol like what wholesume shit?

Stranger: you low key "bored" or nah ll

Stranger: sorry im so excited

You: im here for stories and confessions from you guys

Stranger: just always haha like what?

Stranger: what you tryna hear?

You: im not into sext and stripping stuff. Treat me like a commercial from dicks lol

Stranger: haha aight

Stranger: where you from tho?

You: im in the middle east rn

You: working :(

You: you?

Stranger: really

Stranger: how old are you?

Stranger: im basic form the us

Stranger: in FL

You: 23 haha do i look younger?

Stranger: haha yeah you look good for 23

Stranger: is it cold there?

You: haha dont make me smileeee

Stranger: haha why

Stranger: you have a fucking great one lmao

You: nnah im just covering my ppajamas hahaha

Stranger: haha ok..... why tho?

Stranger: protection from the dicks?

You: coz people might think ill strip when i have this angle

You: and they see a shoulder and shit

Stranger: ahh gotcha

You: hahahah correct

Stranger: oh shoot that shoulder...

Stranger: lmao

You: haha shhh

Stranger: haha you funny

Stranger: what time is it there?

You: so are you here for dicks or boobies before u met me?

You: its 2am

Stranger: honestly?

You: oh shit its the us timezone wait

You: 125PM

Stranger: dang nice

You: were on the opposite part

You: wait my sister is calling

Stranger: gotcha makes sense

Stranger: ugh and your voice.... :)

Stranger: you are literally the cutest thing lmao idk why tf you on omelge haha

Stranger: I hate to break it to ya bt... I saw your pajamas

Stranger: haha and even your shoulder ;)

Stranger: watch out

You: hahaha dont get horny or youll leave me

Stranger: haha I would never leave you

Stranger: you would leave me if anything

You: i would if you start asking me to strip off my comfy blanket

Stranger: haha dang

Stranger: I just want you to feel good lol

Stranger: so if you comfy that's chill

Stranger: but you did ask why I was on here....

Stranger: you honestly want to know?

You: noooo haha

You: youre naked

You: and shit

You: so i kinda figure it out

Stranger: haha i got pants on

You: im just stalling you before u encounter some dicks again

Stranger: lol sorry a man's curious

Stranger: ive just never done anything with a girl so i can't help it

Stranger: you know?

Stranger: you gotta remember back in the day don't ya?

You: back in the day?

Stranger: haha when youve never actually done anything with a guy

Stranger: you weren't curious?

Stranger: or want to experament?

You: oh okay

You: so how was your experiment going?

Stranger: haha not good everyone skipped and there were no girls lol

Stranger: that's why im shocked you stayed

You: hahaha so thats why stayed with me

You: even tho i want that non stripping part

Stranger: hnestly yes.. and you are super cute fr

You: haha dont make me smileee

Stranger: I mean idk... even if you don't want that I can't skip you haha

Stranger: I wish i could make you smile lol

Stranger: your so chill

Stranger: and are those little dimples?

You: i dont have dimple look

You: i wish i had.

Stranger: you have little ones

You: how about u?

Stranger: one the corneres of yor mouth

Stranger: nope i dont

You: i love how you smile then go back to the poker face

Stranger: hah you do it too :D

You: haha copycat

Stranger: nah nah nah

Stranger: im defo not copying you

Stranger: i don't have that much style lmao

You: hahaha stop idolizing me

You: its just meeee~~~~

Stranger: haha im not

Stranger: youre just you....

Stranger: and super dope and cute lol

Stranger: haha yes that' smile

Stranger: i love it

You: hahaha tell that to girls around you and you'll get a girlfriend instantlyyy

Stranger: what's that?

You: are u shy in person?

Stranger: kinda

Stranger: like irl yeah...;(

Stranger: kinda sucks

Stranger: like I can talk to em but like scared to shoot my shot and have it be wrong lol

Stranger: guess that's why ive never done anything

Stranger: I just want them to be happy

Stranger: ya know?

You: aww you are soo sweet

Stranger: I don't wanna do anything they have to or want to say no to

You: i bet your future girlfriend would be soo lucky

Stranger: haha hopefully

Stranger: only she might be disappointed I don't know what im doing...

Stranger: do ya think?

You: you look like a nice guy not the douche type you know

Stranger: lol thanks I guess

You: and i bet youll love her endlessleyyy

Stranger: that's the goal ;)

You: well they say nice guy finish last hahahaha i remember the niggahigga

Stranger: haha ess

You: but right now ur stuck with me haha

Stranger: nigahiga is hilarious

Stranger: haha happy to be lol

Stranger: jk..

You: so good to hear that ahaha

You: lol

Stranger: it actually sucks to have to look at your smile all the time

Stranger: like ughhh

Stranger: man its horrible

You: whyy

Stranger: *note lots of sarcasm lmao

Stranger: im kidding your too cute

Stranger: it would never be horrible haha

Stranger: and you have those deep eyes you look deep into

Stranger: why can't you be in the staes?

You: hahaha that why i dont stare at people.

Stranger: why its a gift

You: they get hypnotizedd

Stranger: haha ok that makes sense then hah

You: hahaha US is crazyy right now

Stranger: true that

You: even in my country is crazy

Stranger: what is your country?

You: i can't even visit US even tho i want to.

You: lot of racist stuff on the internet

Stranger: oh dang that sucks ;(

You: Philippines

Stranger: the internet is garbo

You: but most people think im chinese

Stranger: don't listen to it

You: coz of my eyes

Stranger: ahhh that makes sense haha

Stranger: nah that's why you so cute idk why but phillipino's are so attrative

You: hahahaha coz we got everything in our blood. americans, spanish, chinese

You: maybe indian too?

Stranger: haha that explains it

Stranger: got the best of all worlds

You: hahaha we like the powerpull girls

Stranger: lolll you goofy :P

Stranger: what do you do for work?

You: maybe u can visit PH then, my face is very common there

You: im in corporate bullshit haha

Stranger: haha doubt i

You: you?

Stranger: t

Stranger: ah gotcha

Stranger: im in colleg still

You: what course you taking?

Stranger: business managment/ entreprenuership

You: i hate collegee haha the test and stuff

Stranger: haha its tough fr

Stranger: good for me tho

You: haha ur same like me. your gonna be stuck to a desk too in the coming years

Stranger: nope

Stranger: I hope never to be at a deskjob 24/7

Stranger: hope to start a company or go into relations and build a small company

Stranger: my dad does it and has his own businesses and that's wht i hope to get into

You: i hope you achieve that!

Stranger: be my own boss its stressful as heck but workhard itll pay off

You: Dont be a corporate slave like us haha

You: yeah youll be so good at managing people

Stranger: haha someone has to do the dirty work

Stranger: lol why do you say that?

You: hahaha true dat

You: well based on our convo

You: you look nice but has that fierce aura haha

You: im not guru

Stranger: lol fierce aura

Stranger: your too nice

You: haha i hope it wont be a disadvantage

You: being too nice

Stranger: haha you can never be too nice so long as you know when to switch

You: haha from dominant to submissive?

Stranger: haha what do you mean?

Stranger: don't get me don't tease me lol

You: haha sorry your confused face made me smile

Stranger: lol

Stranger: ywe talking about business thenyou ask, dom or sub?

Stranger: haha im lost

You: i think cockteaser is my worst trait. I lead you but no action :(

Stranger: haha i mean...

Stranger: you could change that

Stranger: nothing you dont wanna do tho haha

You: haha naahh im good with reading

You: aww you know me now

Stranger: haha in some senses

Stranger: ;)

You: hahaha im more like into imagining than action

You: i love reading those confessions

You: on what guy do to girls

Stranger: ahhh gotcha

Stranger: haaha that's kind hot

Stranger: im more into action but I love pleasing so like compromise?

Stranger: lol

Stranger: wanna know what i sevretly fantasy?

You: whaaat

Stranger: like very intamate sensuall start with like cuddling ahhh

Stranger: it would be amazing

You: have you ever tried that?

Stranger: be the big spoon holidng someone so close

You: youre good with words

Stranger: keeping each other so warm as i wrap my arms arudn them

Stranger: then softly kissing the back of her neck with my lips

Stranger: as she feels my soft breathe on the back of her neck through her hair

Stranger: ugh it would be amazing

You: i had goosebumps reading that

Stranger: ugh such a tease... I want her to feel so good

Stranger: get goosebumps and have the shivers

You: she would be very lucky

Stranger: just tease her and let her feel amazingg

You: tell me more please

Stranger: id just be holding you close hands on your hips wrapped all the way around you

Stranger: as the little spoon youd look over your shoulder

Stranger: our eyes would meet and lock gazes our lips moving slowly closer and cloer

Stranger: seemingley drawn together

Stranger: then our lips would finally meet

Stranger: softly caressing eachother as our eyes closed and we just felt the moment

You: its so good it hurts so much. i cant even breathe

Stranger: so close so warm so much energy courseing between us

Stranger: ugh yes

Stranger: wed bgin to roll aroudn on the bed

Stranger: so much passion

Stranger: our lips locked so tight

Stranger: our lungs would be gen to get sore and tight from not breathing but i wouldnt care

Stranger: id just press into your lips more

Stranger: you being my everything

Stranger: then finally to breathe id slip my lips down look you in the eyes and wed both smile

Stranger: as m my eyes looked at your whole beautiful body as we were on the bed

Stranger: so amazing

Stranger: slide my lips down sloly from your lips down to your chin

Stranger: to your neck

You: damn ur sooo good

Stranger: you trusting me wholly exposing your vulnerable neck

Stranger: thanks ;) just imagine what i wish we could be doing

Stranger: your beatufil amazing self ughhh it would be soo good

Stranger: its honestly making me horny.. so sorry if i get too excited ;)

You: girls would be so jealous reading this chat from you

Stranger: id be kissng your neck softly yet passionately as my hands held you by your smalll of your back and your hip

Stranger: feeling your body up and down with my waarm rough yet gentle hands

Stranger: just teasing you wanting you to feel soo good my lips would continue to move down

Stranger: slowly kissing your chest

You: never in my entire life i would imagine this would happen

Stranger: looking you ito your eyes after each amazing smooch

You: i feel like reliving those gone wild stories on reddit lol

Stranger: well if you wre from FL it would have to happen

Stranger: haha yes it would be so perfect

You: if i were in florida you would never glance at me

You: im too small to be noticed haha

Stranger: my hands would slip up under your shirt and yud draw a short breath but trust me anyway

Stranger: amazing things come in small packages

You: that could be ur branding for ur business haha

Stranger: my hands would realol sure

Stranger: ugh you are so cute i love it

Stranger: does it make you feel good?

You: the air here is so thin i have to breath so heavy

Stranger: ughhh that is amazing

You: its so good it hurrrrts

You: thank you for making me feel this way :)

Stranger: ugh id wanna make your eyes go back into your head just imagining

Stranger: how amazing it would be bb

You: my feet is all curled up just imagining it

Stranger: ugh yes ;)

You: you swoop me with you words :(

Stranger: should I keep going?

You: go on

Stranger: and feel free to add in or suggest things

Stranger: where was i?

Stranger: u remmember?

You: wait

Stranger: ugh and you have th eperfect hands <3

You: your hands is under my shirt

Stranger: yes thats right

Stranger: Im just about to make my big move

Stranger: im so nervous but I go for it annyway

You: but you found out i have a petite body

Stranger: my hands under your shirt my lips kissing your ches from your

Stranger: low cut chirt that sags

Stranger: your petite body is so small under me and my big hands

Stranger: im 6'2

Stranger: (fr)

You: you would just toss me

Stranger: and my hands slip behind and unclip your small petite perfect bra

Stranger: id be very gentle or unless you wanted something else

Stranger: ;)

You: gentler please

Stranger: your bra would just seemingly slip off

Stranger: and wed again look at each other and grin

Stranger: you slightly nervously in anticipation

Stranger: but exceited

Stranger: i relieved you are feeling soo good

Stranger: id then go down to your stomach

Stranger: lifting your shirt up and crawling it up your stomuch right above my lips

Stranger: at your wasitline moving up

Stranger: then to your bellybutton and slightly above

Stranger: before id pause

Stranger: look you in the eyes and keep going

You: damnnnn its so hot!!!

Stranger: running my hands up ands down your perfect petite and small body

Stranger: you are amazing

Stranger: so sexy and hot

Stranger: in those same pajamas your n

Stranger: in*

Stranger: then id get to your ribcage with my lips

Stranger: youd draw in a deep breathe of pleasure

Stranger: it wold give me the courage to keep going

You: my hands is so sweaty just reading

Stranger: right up to the very bottom of your bossom

Stranger: id be in awe of your amazing bidy

Stranger: making me so tunred on

Stranger: my lips wold quiver and keep going

Stranger: so softly yet excitedly with passion

Stranger: (if we disconnect add my snap)

Stranger: masonbrink 8

You: i just waxed down there :o

Stranger: masonbrink8

Stranger: your perfectly smooth body

You: i dont have a snap!!!! :(

Stranger: im at the bottom of your soft boobs so amazingas im lifting youru pj's with my hands kissing rihgt behind

Stranger: how can we find if we lose eac other?

Stranger: my intenet is bad

Stranger: internet*

Stranger: I keep lifting....

Stranger: your pjs are now up to the bottom of your nipple

Stranger: im teasing you so hard and it feels so good for both of us

Stranger: as I rip my shirt off too

Stranger: show my abs as you run you perfect hands over my abs and i have you lift your hands

You: my heart is beating soo fast

Stranger: we hgaze deep down into each others eyes and I lift yoru shirt

Stranger: exposing your amazingly soft supple body

Stranger: your petite breasts

Stranger: are they big or small or medium?

You: my boobs are small but my nipples are always hard

Stranger: ugh that' the perfect comboooo ;)

Stranger: kissing your underboob

You: perfect for bitting

Stranger: working my way up not missing a single spot

Stranger: except the nipple

Stranger: im just teasing it

You: what a tease

Stranger: making them harder and harder

Stranger: my hands are grabbing you by the hips feeling all along there

Stranger: my bb is amazing

Stranger: then I do it

Stranger: look up and grin

Stranger: I move right to your left nipple

Stranger: teasing it soft t first

Stranger: with my tongue and lips then to your other one

You: jusmyo marimar

Stranger: as I get a little bit more playful

You: hahaha

You: its omg in spanish

Stranger: haha what is that?

Stranger: ugh yes perfect

You: i want to roll on my bed its so perfect :(

Stranger: then I tease your little rock hard nipples with my teeth

Stranger: fotly biting them teasingly as my hands are having a great time on your perfect body

Stranger: and you are running yours all along my abs going down to the waist

Stranger: feel free to do whatever bb

Stranger: i want you to feel soo good

Stranger: if your want to rooll or rock a little or tease a little feel free ;)

You: my hands is too small to explore every inch of you

Stranger: your small little hands meeling the edge of my waistband

Stranger: feeling*

Stranger: teastingly snapping it as I giss your beatiful nipples

Stranger: and I do it right back slipping my hands into your tight little wastband

Stranger: ugh yes your sooo cuteee

Stranger: so sexxy

You: sorry i have to get comffyyy

Stranger: its perfect i can teell you are because I think you are moaning a little bit ;)

Stranger: that is so sexy making you feel soo good

You: i know its so hard not toooo

Stranger: just echaling with pleasure

Stranger: do it I want to make you moan bb

Stranger: I want you to just feel it all

Stranger: so then I was teasing your waistband as I kissed your nipples

You: this is heaven right nowwww

Stranger: id slowly go down off of them

Stranger: never missing a spot but working my way back down

Stranger: then skip a bit to your bellybutton

Stranger: wanting to make yowanting to make you soo wet for met

Stranger: your freshly waxed body id just slip right down it

Stranger: my lips nearing your bandline

You: its hard for me to get wet. try harder :)

Stranger: edge of your underwear and your pajamas

Stranger: ok:P

Stranger: tell me if you are getting wet tho bb

Stranger: with my lips nearing your sensitive spot

Stranger: my hands on your thighs as im on top of you

Stranger: your layig back with your arms above your head

Stranger: clenching the pillows trying not to squirm too much

Stranger: my hands soflty touching your thighs teasting them

Stranger: just brishing closer and cloer on your inner thigh

Stranger: you know its coming but cant wait

Stranger: so sxcited you can't contain a little shiver and soft moan

Stranger: so I think im gonna do it

Stranger: should I d it?

You: no

You: you go back to my lips

You: teasing me more

Stranger: you knew what was coming :P

Stranger: I keeo going down but then

Stranger: im sooo close to your tight little pussy starting to get wet then I pull back

Stranger: look you in your eyes and go back to your lips

Stranger: pasvery softly very softly

Stranger: quick kiiss then pull away taking it all in

Stranger: feeling every inch of your soft lips as they are so moist and n chemistry with mine

Stranger: i continue to hold you by the small of your back and do this over and over

Stranger: holding the back of your head and kissing you

Stranger: softly

Stranger: slowly getting more passionately

Stranger: we begin rolling on the bed and around the room

Stranger: we don't care we are just locked in enamored

Stranger: just fully enveloped in teh moment and each other

Stranger: I pull away once again

Stranger: leaving your lips midair trying tdeperately to meet mine

Stranger: then you feel my lips on your neck again

Stranger: with your eyes closed you jsust embrace it

Stranger: it feels so good

Stranger: sending shivers throuout your body

Stranger: sort engouh to be gentle and leave yo wanting a little bit more

Stranger: just a little bit mroe passion

Stranger: the passion that is always growing between us

Stranger: you just close your eyes in pure bliss

Stranger: as I pull away and you never know where my lips will land

Stranger: jsut slowly teasing yoru chest

Stranger: maybe surprisingly on your nipple as they are soo perky and hard like they are so cold

Stranger: or maybe on your vulnerable exposed nck

Stranger: or maybe on your perfect soft lips wating there to meet mine

Stranger: my hands just holding you close

Stranger: pulling you in

Stranger: as you wait for my lips to land in thos places you are running your hands along mmy body

Stranger: from my chest across my abs

Stranger: to my beck as our lips meet

Stranger: neck*

Stranger: around my back just soaking it all in

Stranger: as am I with you

Stranger: you feel over my shorts how beautiful you arelly are

Stranger: with how much you are teasing my

Stranger: me

Stranger: with your small little hands you just feel how hard your making me in my pants

Stranger: busting to get out but I won't stop kissing you

Stranger: I won't stop n omatter what you do

Stranger: then I finally give us some distance

Stranger: we look each ohter up and down

Stranger: you grin and slip my shorts off

Stranger: leaving me in nothing but my boxers

Stranger: you can feel my warmth as my shorts are slipped off and feel me pressing up against you

Stranger: once again my lips begin to make their way down your body

Stranger: just crawling ever so slowly

You: this is ittttttt

Stranger: it seems like a lifetime

Stranger: i get to your waistband of your pajamas finally

Stranger: I look up, we grin

Stranger: we both know this is it

Stranger: I slip my hands down your pajames holding you by your hips and go give you a quick kiss

Stranger: right on the kips

Stranger: foftly as I slowly slip donw your pajamas

Stranger: you hardly notive but feels so good as your being freed

Stranger: what did you say?

You: dont type so fast

You: cant barely read it

Stranger: ok perfect

Stranger: you are just so beautiful

Stranger: I see your whole body laid out before me so small and beautifully petite

Stranger: perefection

Stranger: I continue to slip your pajames down and take them off your ankes as they get caught

Stranger: you are just lying there... in bliss

Stranger: we are feeling so amazing

Stranger: almost as if te moment will lsat forever yet only 2 seconds

Stranger: completely naked except our unerwear we are in totall hapiness

Stranger: your eyes rest on my boxers and you grin

Stranger: hands go down and tease me so much

Stranger: right around my cock making it sooo hard as you brush the edges of it

Stranger: it feels so good on your small hands

Stranger: evyour hands are even

You: i dont really know how to do hands

Stranger: a bit sweaty beacuse your nervous

You: im more of a mouth kind

Stranger: its ok

Stranger: then you surprise me

Stranger: I go back up to your lips and neck

Stranger: teasing them once more

Stranger: then

Stranger: all the sudden

You: why are u thinking

Stranger: you reverse it

Stranger: I lie down and you come up on me

Stranger: our lips still locked as we flip

Stranger: but now your on me your short little legs feel my whole body as your resting on me

Stranger: then you begin to do something

Stranger: exactly what I did to you

Stranger: you you work slowly from my lips

Stranger: to my neck

Stranger: caressing so carefully and gently with your perfect lips

Stranger: I let you go becaues it feels soo good

Stranger: then you keep working down from my neck

Stranger: occasionaly pausing

Stranger: as you run your funger down the center of my abs

Stranger: feeling every bumb as syour finger and lips pass over it

Stranger: you are just seeing the pure tease on my face and are enjoying every socnd

Stranger: your lips begin to get close

You: i love every word

Stranger: you see the elastic of my boxers

Stranger: with a great smile you continue

You: think of me when you do your thing later

Stranger: with great anticipation

You: WAAAIIIIT my battery about to die

Stranger: plug it inn

Stranger: all fresh and ready to continue?

You: go on

You: is it kay to eat my sandwich

You: youre making me hungry

Stranger: :P well you wil be eating something soon ;)

You: hahaha

Stranger: do you ever tease yourself while you read?

Stranger: too feel good to the max?

Stranger: even if you don't show

You: no i just let it feel sore down there

You: throbing

Stranger: haha your such a tease

Stranger: is it throbbing rn?

You: it stopped coz u stopppped

Stranger: ugh well you were so close

Stranger: so close to my waistband

Stranger: your eyes begin to catch my bulge

Stranger: a perfect smile goes

Stranger: across your face

Stranger: your blood is rushing full of pure bliss

Stranger: your hands are sweaty

Stranger: you are trhobbing from all the teasing

Stranger: so you contnue

Stranger: your view is here iwth only my boxyers

You: damnnnnn

Stranger: then you see my bulge

Stranger: kissing each abdomen

Stranger: you want cam on my face or here?

Stranger: because I want you to feel so good

You: faceeee. i love ur reaction

You: every small breathe

Stranger: ughh yes

Stranger: you are such a tease

Stranger: makng me so tunred on

Stranger: do you think you can help me after?

You: lets see how it goes

Stranger: ok ;)

Stranger: so you were at my waistband with your lips

Stranger: questioning

Stranger: do you make the move and finally give me everything ive been wanting?

Stranger: you decide not yet

Stranger: run your finger along it then you go back to my lips

Stranger: lying right on top of me

You: tease you moreeeee <3

Stranger: and we go into another long makekout

Stranger: im practically bursting at my boxers

Stranger: but you dont care

Stranger: you can tell

Stranger: you feel it on your body as your laying on top of me

Stranger: then onve again

Stranger: I flip you over

Stranger: this time exploring a bit

Stranger: kissing your shoulder

Stranger: gently right to your collar bone

Stranger: making you really feel every breathe as yoru lungs are so tight

Stranger: your small little body is so wound up

Stranger: you can't take much more so you decide to do it yourself

Stranger: you rub your hands and fingers across your clit really quickly as you quickly inhanle

Stranger: it is so close throbbing

Stranger: but you take them off

You: but you stopped me

Stranger: just teasing them that muchh more

You: you want to be in control

Stranger: I grab your hand

Stranger: yo need to wait

Stranger: You need to wait for my mouth to finally please you fully

Stranger: you won't want to move your hand but you allow me to place it back on the bed

Stranger: where you have to hodl the covers

Stranger: im holding each breast taking turns

Stranger: mteasing you more and more than I thought I could each time

Stranger: your nipples are so hard

Stranger: sticking straight up

Stranger: right into my mouth where they brush my teeth as i gently play with them

Stranger: softly yet a little tough so it doesnt hurt

Stranger: you are having to do all you can to keep you hand from slipping back to your underwear

Stranger: slowly teasing under there

Stranger: you begin to move your hand

Stranger: but again

Stranger: I catch it

Stranger: you trhob harder and faster than you were before

You: you tease so mch i love ittt

Stranger: your body is seeming like it is yelling every muscle in your body

Stranger: just do ittt

Stranger: it weill feellll sooo goood

Stranger: just rub it a little more

Stranger: but im hokidng your hands in place iwth one of mine

Stranger: as I sense your uge and am fighitng it for you

Stranger: you can't control your short sharp breaths

Stranger: and your exhales as you are moaning

Stranger: so softly

Stranger: yet so despereatley

Stranger: I begin to notice something as my lips once agin slip down below your belly button

Stranger: your panties are getting a bit wet

Stranger: i grin and look up at you

Stranger: I see you want me to keep going down so bad but i continue to hold your hands

Stranger: Ido go down

Stranger: of shoot

Stranger: I randomly matched iwth someone else

Stranger: she has her tits out

Stranger: im sitll just holidng

Stranger: you

You: hahahahah what do you mean u matched with someone else

Stranger: another tab

You: go on let me eat first

Stranger: no

Stranger: Im gonna skip here

Stranger: dnne

Stranger: you are too aamzing

Stranger: my lips are still hovering so close as they pulled of your stomach

You: she must do all the action im here for the pussy throbing stories of yours

Stranger: right above the wetspot on your panties

Stranger: you want it so bad

Stranger: but I continue to move downward

Stranger: right to your bare thighs

Stranger: my lips land right on thm after softly kissing your panties on the way by

Stranger: you though that's what you wanted....

Stranger: but really

Stranger: It just made your urg efor more worse

Stranger: yurge for more*

Stranger: my lips are on your thigh

Stranger: slowly going to your inner thighs so perfect

Stranger: my hands up on your chest

Stranger: I feel something in your legs as I get close

Stranger: they quicker a bit

Stranger: jsut shake a little

Stranger: your hand begins to fight mine

Stranger: but I hold it down

Stranger: not allowing it to satisfy your pussy

Stranger: no matter how hard you fight i you can't get there

Stranger: liek now

Stranger: you can just brush over it yet you can't linger

You: sorry iwas distracted something in my mouth

You: from the nuttella

Stranger: as im hoding you ther all I can notice is your panties getting wetter and wetter

Stranger: its ok

Stranger: your moaning is getting more often and more often

Stranger: once again I lift my lips

Stranger: then ever so slowly

You: coz were getting on the best part

Stranger: move them to your panites

Stranger: right over them

Stranger: you can practically feel my breathe

Stranger: teasing down your clit and g spots

Stranger: you quiver again letting out a huge sigh

You: where is the g spot

You: i cant even find it

You: :(

Stranger: hopeefully we will find it in a minute ;)

Stranger: instead of kissing right down n it I smile again

Stranger: so gently rub up it with my han as I bring my face back up to yours

Stranger: our lips going to meet ocnce more

You: no

Stranger: only this time all that is racing through your mind is your pussy

You: dont kiss me

You: with vag juice on ur moth

Stranger: I will kiss you

You: noooooo

Stranger: i don't have juice yet

Stranger: I just barely kissed your pantie befre it was all wet

You: once u go down theres no coming back to my mouth

Stranger: But I still won't totally kiss you

Stranger: just one little smooch on the neck

Stranger: my hands getting as close as they have ever been

Stranger: just the edges of my fingers brishing the edges of your panties

Stranger: you can practiacally feel me going all the way

Stranger: yet instead

Stranger: I pause

Stranger: One more time

You: i still havent reciprocate

Stranger: Keep an eye on your hands making sure you don't go to please your pussy

Stranger: as I slip my boxers off

Stranger: since you know it isn't time yet no matter how much your pussy is screaming at you you woldiny jump on me as I allow you

Stranger: quickly kiss over my chist to my abs

Stranger: this time it isnt just my bulge you feel

Stranger: you feel mmy bare warm cock

Stranger: aginst your thighs as you slide down lips getting closer and closer

Stranger: you feel it pules as your pussy throbs

Stranger: seemingly made for each other

Stranger: yet I don't allwo it yet

Stranger: yout mouth is on my happy trail lips forming a kissing grin as you imagine

Stranger: finally

Stranger: you are getting down to what you pussy is really craving

Stranger: you feel it throb with your heart

Stranger: I put my hands on thour head

You: not yeeetttt

Stranger: holding your head steady

You: i need to do you first

Stranger: I make you look me in hte eyes

Stranger: I grin and say im a gentleman

Stranger: so a furiosly flip you over

Stranger: hold your hands down again

Stranger: this time go straingt to your thighs and lower abdowmne

Stranger: I notice your panties are almost soaked

Stranger: so much wetter than before

Stranger: I thin this is finally it

Stranger: your nipples are fully erect

Stranger: your pussy is so tight and wet it is throbbing harder than youve ever had

Stranger: your breath speeds up with anticipation

Stranger: as I look up at you kissing your inner thigh

Stranger: Once more I feel you quivker only more than ever before

Stranger: but you let out a sigh

Stranger: imagining it is just another tease

Stranger: im just gonna pull away leave you wanting forever

Stranger: but no

Stranger: as you close your eyes

Stranger: waiting to be left thhrobbing once again

Stranger: about to give up

Stranger: you suddenly fel it

Stranger: feel it

You: i want to be on top

You: guide me

Stranger: my fingers brushing acrossyour

Stranger: panties

Stranger: sliding them off finally

Stranger: as we flip over

Stranger: you getting right on top of me as I slip your panties onto the floor

Stranger: your legs spread on either side of me

Stranger: you are finally ready

Stranger: so excited of finally not being disappointed

Stranger: do you want to tease a littleunder your blanket as we finally make it? feel free it will add to the story if you want

Stranger: I hold your hips

Stranger: two hands as you are right on top of me

You: no i like your storyyy

Stranger: you reach down with your small little hands

Stranger: yes I will keep telling you

Stranger: it

Stranger: grab my cock and realize its been waiting as much as you

Stranger: you just feel it up and down

Stranger: fantasizing about how good it will really feel

Stranger: just lost in the moment

Stranger: it feels like perfection that will never end

Stranger: after a minute

Stranger: I take oe hand

Stranger: and finally decide

Stranger: to guide you

Stranger: I take control of my throbbing warm cock and look you in the eyes as you sit on both knees

Stranger: directly on top of me

Stranger: your eyes closed in pure bliss

Stranger: anticipation

Stranger: I take my cock

Stranger: with my other hand your body

Stranger: slowly guide it won

Stranger: down

Stranger: the tip just brusihng your throbbing pussy

Stranger: we are finally

Stranger: after everything

Stranger: both totally bare

You: is the other tab still open? :(

Stranger: exactly where we want to be

Stranger: no

Stranger: I skipped her for you

Stranger: ;)

Stranger: why do you ask?

You: i heard something just now

Stranger: as my tip just ever so slightly brusehd your pussy

Stranger: it is magic

Stranger: both of our eyes close

Stranger: we can't keeo em open

Stranger: as our eyes roolll back

Stranger: our breaths shorten

Stranger: we gsasp

Stranger: its more than youve imagined

Stranger: as I slowly rub my tip against your wet throbbing pussy

Stranger: slowly warming up

Stranger: your pussy seems to be reaching out and grabbing

Stranger: almost trying to pull me in it just want to go

Stranger: but I slowly just apply more pressure

Stranger: you just lower yourself with each inch your eyes go back further into your head

Stranger: and your exhalesrunrn into louder moans

Stranger: you sllwoly got down past the tip

Stranger: there are still 5 more inches and your tight pussy wants it all

You: what with the other sound :(

You: i cant concentrate :(

Stranger: you keep going as you feel it right up against your walls

Stranger: im sorry I have no idea

Stranger: its just me and you tho

Stranger: 5 more inches

Stranger: you just sit down even further

Stranger: 4 more

Stranger: it alread fells like heaven

Stranger: youre pussy is just gushing now

Stranger: just wants to lubricate to go deeper

Stranger: I go out after 3 inches in

Stranger: youve only gone halfway

Stranger: back in nice and slow

Stranger: as you exhale moaning with me

Stranger: as finally Im getting to enjoy your whole perfection

Stranger: as we become truly one

Stranger: you are up to five inches

Stranger: feeling so full and like you can't go

Stranger: but you push yourself all this anticipation building you up wanting to take it all

Stranger: finally

Stranger: you succeded

Stranger: you feel it up in your small body and it is pure completion

Stranger: you feel it right against your walls

Stranger: and wiggle in pleasure

Stranger: so warm

Stranger: so hard

Stranger: so tight

Stranger: so perfect

Stranger: you just go up feeling it slide along

Stranger: then back down

Stranger: youre still fully stretching and loving every second

Stranger: you on tom of me hands on your hips

Stranger: encouraging you to go faster

Stranger: you are slowly speeding up

Stranger: moaning

Stranger: more and more as we go faster

Stranger: just gasping for ari yet loving it all

Stranger: never wanitng to end

Stranger: then i begin to move my hips

Stranger: thristing

Stranger: somehow going deper than you though possible

Stranger: you know what we finally find?

Stranger: i ht something you neer have felt before

Stranger: it sends electricity througoutyour whole body like youve never felt before

Stranger: you shake

Stranger: as I thrust it happends again

Stranger: you are in awe

Stranger: pure pleasure

Stranger: just feeling us work as one

Stranger: so deep it is your G-spot

Stranger: every ride up and down is like a new snensation

Stranger: you can't stop

Stranger: it is the best feeling in the world as you feel it perfectly and me smiling up in bliss a tyou rding me

Stranger: your moaninng gets uncontrollable b

Stranger: but you don't care

Stranger: you just want more

Stranger: so I slow down

Stranger: then go nice and gentle

Stranger: as your breathing settles I then go fast again

Stranger: shocking you

Stranger: with that shivering g spot

Stranger: again your back to maoning so muucchh

Stranger: you can''t stop

Stranger: you are feeling as if your pussy is throbbing again

Stranger: youve never had this feeling or beeen this wet

Stranger: getting all over my cock sliding up and down

Stranger: we are running out of breath but don't care

Stranger: fater

Stranger: faster

Stranger: yes you moan

Stranger: just like that

Stranger: over and over

Stranger: felling of happiness overflowing

Stranger: screaming yesss

Stranger: it is everything you imagines

Stranger: then as we are going faster and faster you begin fto feel this new thing

You: everything and more

Stranger: yes and more

Stranger: youve never felt this before

Stranger: you feel as if your pussy isn't just throbbing but your gonna let loose

Stranger: a feeling you cant control

Stranger: you can't do anything but moan and go faster

Stranger: it feels better and better

Stranger: so your going faster and faster

Stranger: bumping up and down

Stranger: g-spot g spot gspot

Stranger: you didn't think this was possible

Stranger: then all the sudden you let one loose

Stranger: you scream as if in pain but it is pure pleasure

Stranger: you couldn't get wet boefore

Stranger: but now

Stranger: your letting it al out

Stranger: your pussy begins to gush all over

Stranger: squirting all over my cock as you go up

You: i neer tried that before

Stranger: it is so amazing

Stranger: you never triend squirting?

You: i dont think i can

Stranger: all women can if it is right i think

Stranger: some more and some less

Stranger: but you can

Stranger: did I make you wet at all?

You: when i feel i gotta pee i stop pleasuring myself

Stranger: you just need to let ygo

Stranger: that's the difference

Stranger: you feel it all building up

Stranger: then almost like you have to pee

Stranger: while your riding me

Stranger: but you don't care this tiem

Stranger: its too good

Stranger: you keep riding

Stranger: I don't stop

Stranger: then you let it all lose

Stranger: never knewo you could do it

Stranger: but let it all go almost like your beigng

Stranger: inly it feels like perfection

Stranger: you are in pure harmony

Stranger: squirting everywhere but I don't care because Im there too

Stranger: as I pull out you continue to squirt

Stranger: and on your final moan... i can't hild it

Stranger: let loose all over

Stranger: finally my rock hard cock can't take it

Stranger: it explodes shooitng cum

Stranger: all over as you are insipire for one last squirt

Stranger: as you rub your clit

Stranger: we finish together

Stranger: sighing with totall satisfctin

Stranger: it was perfect

Stranger: my first time

Stranger: and your first time squirting

Stranger: and finding your g spot

Stranger: we lie next to each other

Stranger: breathe

Stranger: look at each other

Stranger: then smile ;)

You: its so perfect

Stranger: then we fall asleep and can't wait for nect time ;)

Stranger: it is perfection :)

You: youve been rock hard for almost 2 hours

Stranger: hah ayeah.....

Stranger: its huritng my balls now lol

Stranger: so im starting to not get as hard its all pent up

Stranger: do you want to try something or are you satisfied?

You: im so satisfied i can touch myself

You: you need to do it also

You: or else it will hurt

Stranger: yes ;thank you

Stranger: do it together?

You: i dont like people seeing me when i touch myself. But i want to hear you

Stranger: did i earn it?

Stranger: it would be so amazing

Stranger: ighhh

Stranger: I can't make noise still but you can watch

You: let me turn off the lights so i can concetrate.

You: whyyy

Stranger: I have a roomate

Stranger: aww turning lights off ;(

You: hahaha how can you jack off with a room mate

Stranger: its ok I guess I just wish wait I can still see you

Stranger: because you are too sexy lol and he is sleeping

Stranger: its exciting

Stranger: daring

Stranger: edgy

Stranger: you ready bb?

You: i wish you could read some of it to me but you have a roommate :(

Stranger: yes maybe next time

Stranger: is there any way of contact?

Stranger: bfoere we do this?

Stranger: ugh your so dang hot teasing with that lip

Stranger: make me want to do this soo badd

You: our convo is too damn sexy

You: we can meet again here next week

Stranger: it is

You: its too dangerous outside

Stranger: email?

Stranger: yes

You: lets make a tag here

You: im only available every saturday.

Stranger: my email is [email protected]

Stranger: saturdays are best for me

Stranger: email for time?

Stranger: every sat is different for me

You: 2AM your time?

Stranger: 1AM my time?

Stranger: that would be best

You: whats ur timezone?

Stranger: Central

You: hmm whats our tag

Stranger: first timers"

Stranger: ?

Stranger: first timers

You: its too common

Stranger: what then?

You: blanket

Stranger: ok

You: can u check if theres similar

You: on your other tab while sexting with me

Stranger: sure

Stranger: didn't fine anything

Stranger: blanket

Stranger: 1am

Stranger: Saturday

You: what time is it now?

Stranger: 6:55

You: am?

Stranger: yes lol

You: you didnt sleep?!

Stranger: haha no

You: im sorry hahahha

Stranger: ive never done this and you were too perfect and you wanted to keep going haha

Stranger: so 1AM next saturday again?

You: wait let me set a reminder

Stranger: ok

Stranger: then we finsih off to make it memorable?

You: haha okay you can only here me okay

You: i need to concentrate

You: to find that freaking g spoty

Stranger: please to

Stranger: do*

Stranger: I will try my best without seeing you

Stranger: what do you want to see from me?

Stranger: face or my cock bb?

Stranger: yes bb tase it make it so wet for me

Stranger: tell me when your getting close with thumbs up

Stranger: im so hard for u rn

Stranger: if you can talk and tell me when your close ill cum with you

Stranger: yes find that g spot bb

Stranger: fast n slow

Stranger: deep strokes bb

Stranger: show me ur face if you can bb

Stranger: mmm im sooo hardd

Stranger: ready whenver you are bb

Stranger: get soo wet fro me

Stranger: so I can go nice and deeo

Stranger: scraping those walls

Stranger: and say yes bb when your close an dI should go

Stranger: ride me bb

Stranger: nice and fast then slow

Stranger: fast for a bit

Stranger: then faster then slowww

Stranger: im edging so hard for you bb so close

Stranger: take it niceand deep bb

Stranger: im so close to cumming bb

Stranger: are you?

Stranger: answer real quik sexy

Stranger: i can't hold much longer

Stranger: im about to cum

Stranger: did you cum bb?

Stranger: ready for me?

Stranger: thumbs up or say yes or type bb

Stranger: I wanna cum for you

You: soooo hot <3

Stranger: you too ;)

Stranger: wich you could see how much that was for you

You: sorry i didnt see ur chat

You: i was so focused

You: go clean an dsleep all sunday okay

Stranger: haha thank you

Stranger: do you finsih good?

You: i dont know if its done coz its still throbing

You: you know i cant squirt

Stranger: ;)

Stranger: well I hope you had a great night

Stranger: im gonna get some sleep now :)

You: go on then good morning haha byeee

Stranger: bye ;)

Stranger has disconnected.

#blanketomegle

[thepornohungryloser]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like role play.

Stranger: hey

You: hi

Stranger: f19

You: m22

Stranger: what role play do you want to do

You: down for nurse/patient?

Stranger: yeah is good

Stranger: who is who

You: im patient

Stranger: okay

You: ill start

Stranger: okay

You: <presses call button for nurse in my bed>

Stranger: i come in to the room and say: you called me?

You: um... this is really awkward but... the medication i was given had a side effect <looks to my groin with a pained expression> and it really hurts

Stranger: oh i can take a look at it if you want

You: <blushes heavily> i feel really weird about this

Stranger: i can believe you, but i you feel to weird about this i can give you a pain killer

Stranger: or do you want me to look at it

You: i guess you can take a look <blushes and turns away as it throbs>

Stranger: yeah i'll take a look at it then

Stranger: (removes the blanket from your body)

Stranger: (pulls your boxers down a little)

Stranger: from first sight i can't see anything that could cause this pain

Stranger: and were does it hurt exactly

You: the, um, the shaft. it feels like its going to explode <keeps facing away out of embarrassment>

You: Ordinarily, id just go to the bathroom and, uh, take care of it, yknow? but with my good arm in this cast im sorta stuck...

Stranger: yeah i know

Stranger: so i guess i'll have to help?

You: i mean... <blushes again> it would really help me out, if you dont mind

Stranger: yeah sure, this is my job so i'll have to do this, if you don't mind

You: <my dick pulses in anticipation now> no i just want it to stop hurting and if this is the best way then yeah

Stranger: okay <i grab your cock and start stroking it>

You: <i moan loudly and bite my lip as my toes curl> fuck

Stranger: is it already better like this?

You: <nods silently, unable to speak>

Stranger: and how haven't you been able to cum

Stranger: how long*

You: at least 3 weeks now <i finally make eye contact>

Stranger: wow that's a long time

Stranger: <i grab your cock harder and strart stroking faster>

You: <i groan quietly and clench the bedsheets tightly> oh god thats good

Stranger: i think i need some lube or something to make it go smoother

Stranger: let me look if i can find some here

You: i mean, you could always just use saliva, right?

Stranger: yeah i think i have to bc i can't find any lube

Stranger: do you mind if i did it with saliva?

You: not at all. youve already helped so much i trust you

Stranger: okay <i put your cock in my mouth and make it all wet>

You: <i moan loudly and my hips buck slightly pushing myself further in>

Stranger: <i gag because of that>

Stranger: < i grab your cock back in my hand and stroking again> Is this better?

You: <i smile meekly> not as good as a second ago but better than before yeah

Stranger: if it was better before i can do that again <puts cock in mouth again>

You: <moans again as my hand drifts up into your hair>

Stranger: < i start deeptroathing>

You: <moans loudly as my hand holds your head down and my cock throbs in your throat>

Stranger: oh you really like this i can tell

You: <mumbles agreement but i cant stop staring at your ass>

Stranger: maybe i can so some more to make it feel even better

You: how so? <i look up at you innocently>

Stranger: pull my pants down i say when i put your cock back on my mouth

You: ok<slides your scrubs down to your ankles and breathes heavily at your tongue on my cock>

Stranger: i get on top of you while i rub your cock on my pussy

You: <smiles in ecstasy and reaches my free hand up to your chest>

Stranger: i put your cock very gently inside of me and i start riding very slowly

You: <moans very loudly and begins to rub your nipple through your top>

Stranger: i lean down and start kissing while i'm slowly speeding up

You: <moans into your mouth as i reach around to grab your ass>

Stranger: < i start riding really fast now>

You: <smacks your ass hard and bites your lip>

Stranger: < i moan while you slap my ass

Stranger: < i whisper in your: do you want another position or is it good like this>

You: <bites your neck as i tease your backdoor with a finger> im great right here

Stranger: you like my ass i can tell

You: i do <i say as i buck hard into you and squeeze your cheek hard>

Stranger: do you want me to put it in there aswell

You: actually, if you could sit on my face and start blowing my again, i think ill be able to cum

Stranger: okay < i get up and sits on your face and starts to blow

You: <moans into your pussy as i flick you clit with my tongue and my finger teases your asshole again>

Stranger: < i moan very loudly>

You: <bucks my hips so my cock fucks your throat as i wet my finger on your pussy and start to wiggle it into your ass>

Stranger: < your cock is so far in my troath that i can barely breath>

You: <continues to suck your clit as my finger bottoms out in your butt> can i cum in your mouth?

Stranger: yeah sure you can

You: <moans loudly into your pussy and continues to fuck your throat as pressure begins to build in my balls>

Stranger: < i start sucking even harder>

You: <begins to fingerfuck your asshole as i reach the edge of orgasm>

Stranger: < i moan very loudly as i start choking on your cock>

You: <nibbles your clit as my cock starts to pulsate, shooting my cum down your throat>

Stranger: i start choking in your cum

You: <moans as i continue to fuck my cum out of your mouth and onto your face> <pulls my finger out of your ass>

Stranger: well that was a lot of cum < i say while my mouth is full of cum and my face is fully covered

You: < laughs and smacks your ass> yeah you should probably either swallow that or clean up or something

Stranger: i swallow whats in my mouth but i'll have to clean my face < swallow the cum>

You: <grins widely> well i feel much better, nurse. but i may feel some more discomfort a little later

Stranger: glad i could help, but why discomfort

You: i just meant i may need your help again

Stranger: oh really

Stranger: with what

You: the same thing haha

Stranger: oh yeah , i can help with that

You have disconnected.

#Omegle #5 seconds of summer #5sos

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What Does Owning a Leica M mean here? (or anywhere I suppose)

The brand of the red dot has been accused of attracting snobbery beyond compare, it’s a rich man’s game and of that there can be no doubt, but where is it really at nowadays in The Land of Smiles for adherents to this brand?

 Materialism is huge in Thailand. Don’t be fooled into thinking otherwise for a moment. The ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ shenanigans that you might have escaped from the West to avoid is actually being played here at a much higher level in many ways. It had been that way here for many decades with the smaller elite but with the rising middle class of the new millennium and their new money, petite bourgeois bank accounts swelling out of control, there’s now an increasingly large number of people who feel the need to loudly shout and display to others just how far removed from the agrarian proletariat they have become. It’s no longer exclusively the reserve of the Sino-Thais either; it’s been a bigger change across the board. It always used to be a Rolex at the peak of Mount Aspiration in Thailand. Now that brand is merely the entry point to the climb, with Pateks abound on the skinny wrists of the Thai soccer moms parking their 300% import dutied Benzes at the mall.

 For the guys in this social class, the narrow selection of imported grey paperwork motorcycles of the late 90’s simply wouldn’t have been enough. The local market bike laws changed and so did their incomes. Now, a whole slew of new monied young to middle aged Thai blokes have to at least a Ducati. So much so that the richer guys no longer want to be seen dead on one unless it’s a limited edition high end affair. They even have Ducati dealerships now in large cities in the Northeast; you know… where the poor people live! It simply won’t do. One well-known young Thai celebrity hunk recently complained to me about how ‘very low’ Ducatis have now become.  It’s hard to know what to say and what face to pull here sometimes, it really is.

 Once the trophy wife, minor wife, house plus condo, Benz and unmentionably expensive ‘wrist game’ has been sorted, other toys come onto the radar. A camera is needed but not for really taking pictures, more as ‘neck game’ to go with the watch. The fact that it also can be used for taking ‘snaps’ of their spoilt, poorly behaved children is merely a bonus of course as nearly all of its owners photos are typically shot on his iPhone anyway right?  Without really giving full attention to actually learning photography too seriously, the questions soon arise: ‘Which is the most expensive?” and “Which is the most hi-so brand?”…maximum obvious brand recognition and luxury status are the main objectives in the first instance. One need not make any attempt to learn the craft as long as one has the keywords to the most expensive items off-by-heart in case the need arises to actually talk about the camera with one’s peers, not that it matters as they are usually in the same gang of course. Perhaps Leica is like the Rolex of cameras. Great brand history, previously popular for decades because it was genuinely perhaps the best tool for the job and purpose back in an all-analogue world. Its reliability and fit and finish became the stuff of legends until gradually it became mechanically obsolete, existing now as an expensive anachronism that has long since been superseded in the eyes of any sane, rational person. The legend then helps form the ultimate high end, boutique branding that the other brands would kill for but just can’t quite catch up to, at least not within the same niche. Then come the amusing statements about how ‘A Summicron isn’t fast enough or good enough” somehow? Typically the people in question couldn’t shoot to save their lives but the root of the problem is always that they haven’t got the very best kit, it couldn’t possibly be related to a lack of skill, ability or just simply putting the time in and doing the work now could it? They don’t care anyway, most expensive = best and most face gained. Sure, there are people in Thailand with M’s who can shoot amazingly and make stunning work. Trouble is, you don’t often ever meet them as most of the red dot guys here seem to be the South East Asian equivalent of  ‘rich dentists with a Leica’ demographic that is often mentioned in North American circles.  

 Yes, I’m hating and ranting but it stops here…..why? Because in some way, I am ashamed to admit that I am probably one of them, at least in part. I love to covet a Leica M, I love the gestalt, I adore the feeling of it in my hands and the way it handles and looks…none of this has that much to do with the results that actually come out of the bloody thing. There’s a fetishism that’s hard to ignore, it’s palpable, and quite hard to resist if you are that way inclined. There’s also very little else quite like it. For post-war Aryan assembled mechanical heft and optical brilliance, the only other thing which equals (and surpasses) ownership of an all brass era Leica M is perhaps my Rolleiflexes (till death us do part). There’s really not any other camera that I could even begin to compare to an M. It’s hard to pin it down to one specific criteria, rather it’s a case of being greater than the sum of its equal parts. I also do kind of like ‘being in the gang’ with one even though it’s full of dilettantes and posers of every stripe. Hell, perhaps I really am one of them. My only genuinely fair argument in support of my owning one is that I am a ninety-nine percent film shooter and I like public, street and candid sort of work with some forays into photojournalistic style work. For the well practiced in this area, and to those who do so on film, the Leica M is perhaps the best tool ever made for the job. I will offer some concession to any small film SLR like an old Olympus or Nikon with a small, fast prime for being quite possibly nearly as good but I still think an M just pips them to the post for such work.  This is my only genuine justification that really holds water. Sure, I could wax lyrical about resale value and ‘as good as money in the bank’, ‘best way to use the Leica glass I’m already invested in’ etc. but deep down inside I ‘fess up to the fact that I just plain like the swanky feel that I get from one. I admit they just feel great hanging from your neck or shoulder, it’s a really great feeling. It somehow even completes my outfit for the day, and I know this (but wouldn’t actually say it aloud!) I get it, I really do…they are actually cool.

 Let me continue my weak attempt at justifying why I’m not a hipster and everybody else is: Wanting one for shooting film is actually a reasonable defence to take against the heinous photo legal charge of ‘posing with an M in a built up area’. At least it separates the wheat from the chaff in this category as the vast majority of Leica M local owners you’ll find here in Thailand are firmly in the digital camp. You know they tell you to never say never? Well, I’m saying never because I will NEVER buy a digital Leica, the idea makes me laugh. Don’t get me wrong, digital cameras are great but German cameras get two things right and they typically always have, mechanics and optics. Pay huge money to a German brand for outdated electronics in a product that will be obsolete in a few years anyway? No thanks, that’s why we have the Japanese brands. I mean everything about the electronics, screens and software of the various digital Leica M’s I’ve tried so far only serve to confirm this assertion. They just leave me cold. And to pony up that sort of serious coin for something that definitely isn’t going to be handed down as an heirloom but simply end up as a very expensive paperweight, sheer madness to my mind. I would probably go with Fuji if I needed something like that, not quite a rangefinder but close enough and great glass for good prices.

 I think that owning a Leica M in Thailand these days is really just a way for people to flaunt wealth and have some fun with their money buying a new toy here and there. Nothing wrong with that. It’s just so amazing to see what Leica M cameras were and what they once meant versus where they are now. I doubt it’s much different elsewhere in the world in all honesty but with Thailand having experienced an explosion of the new money crowd in this millennium , there’s just more of them around to see I guess. Funny story: There’s a well-off Thai man here in Bangkok known in certain camera buying circles who collects ONLY digital M’s, starting with the M.8 through to the present day. A worse use of funds I have never heard in all my life. It’s not just madness to my mind either, he’s the source of much confusion and bewilderment to quite a few within the trade here also. Still, like Ms.Crow sang ‘if it makes you happy…it can’t be that bad”, good luck to him. In fact, good luck to all of us red dot toting wannabes in the Land of Smiles.  I’m not a hipster, I’m not a hipster (repeat to fade).

 CCP