Just Your Everyday Potions Class (R, sexual implications)
Just Your Everyday Potions Class
Wanting, burning, “gagging for it”……
{Add five blades of oatstraw, one every 15 seconds}….. I watch him as he berates a student for dicing, not mincing. I’m so glad it’s not me. How does he do it? Teach the same techniques, potions, theories, year after year after ruddy year?
How does he do it while spying on Voldemort, patrolling the halls in the evenings, monitoring detentions, having teas with the Headmaster, training me in Defense, Wandless Magic, Occlumency, and martial arts?
{Lower flame under cauldron by half}…..When does he sleep? Does he sleep? Does he take off his robes, take a long, hot shower, slip between soft, silky sheets---
OK, stop this…….down boy, come on, please? down-Down!
Focus…. Come on, you can do this….. It’s bad enough that I’m truly weak when it comes to the precision and concentration needed to do well at Potions, but now that I fancy the Potions Master, I really want to impress him. I want to show him that I’m capable of self-control, determination….. Damn, I can’t even keep my rocket down in its launcher, who am I kidding?
Oh, Merlin, he’s looking at me with that intense, brooding stare. What does it mean? It’s like concentrated dry ice pouring down my back, freezing and burning me at the same time….Um,…. {Ok, pour in three drops of asphodel tincture}……..
What is he thinking when he’s glaring at me so intently? Has he noticed my little shudder whenever he passes by my desk? When he looked into my cauldron, his robe slid across the back of my hand. I was so overwrought at that point, I thought I’d…. OK, focus. Concentrate….. Look at your potion, look at your potion, oh Hell, he’s standing behind me, his soft breath a frisson of pure, dark, rich-um, air, yes, that’s it--air, wafting over my cock-Damn, it….. Oh shit, OH YES……oh God………
…..oh…..
…..oh…..
…..oh…..
Can he tell? …..Can he smell it? ……. Did I moan? I hope I didn’t stain this robe, it’s the third one in two weeks…………..
Well, at least I’m not burning anymore…….{Thirty slow stirs counter-clockwise}………..
Wanting, burning, “gagging for it”……
{Add five blades of oatstraw, one every 15 seconds}….. I watch him as he berates a student for dicing, not mincing. I’m so glad it’s not me. How does he do it? Teach the same techniques, potions, theories, year after year after ruddy year?
How does he do it while spying on Voldemort, patrolling the halls in the evenings, monitoring detentions, having teas with the Headmaster, training me in Defense, Wandless Magic, Occlumency, and martial arts?
{Lower flame under cauldron by half}…..When does he sleep? Does he sleep? Does he take off his robes, take a long, hot shower, slip between soft, silky sheets---
OK, stop this…….down boy, come on, please? down-Down!
Focus…. Come on, you can do this….. It’s bad enough that I’m truly weak when it comes to the precision and concentration needed to do well at Potions, but now that I fancy the Potions Master, I really want to impress him. I want to show him that I’m capable of self-control, determination….. Damn, I can’t even keep my rocket down in its launcher, who am I kidding?
Oh, Merlin, he’s looking at me with that intense, brooding stare. What does it mean? It’s like concentrated dry ice pouring down my back, freezing and burning me at the same time….Um,…. {Ok, pour in three drops of asphodel tincture}……..
What is he thinking when he’s glaring at me so intently? Has he noticed my little shudder whenever he passes by my desk? When he looked into my cauldron, his robe slid across the back of my hand. I was so overwrought at that point, I thought I’d…. OK, focus. Concentrate….. Look at your potion, look at your potion, oh Hell, he’s standing behind me, his soft breath a frisson of pure, dark, rich-um, air, yes, that’s it--air, wafting over my cock-Damn, it….. Oh shit, OH YES……oh God………
…..oh…..
…..oh…..
…..oh…..
Can he tell? …..Can he smell it? ……. Did I moan? I hope I didn’t stain this robe, it’s the third one in two weeks…………..
Well, at least I’m not burning anymore…….{Thirty slow stirs counter-clockwise}………..