Lost Memories and Red Spirals.

Elroy Lovel Alfonze. History Teacher. Sex Line Host. Prostitute. “It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.” - John Steinbeck [ Hello there. Pleasure to meet you. Feel free to look about my blog and enjoy! Please read the rules, though for information!]

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Send me some!

Leather: Muse is in a seductive leather outfit, can't take it off no matter What. Anon decides for how long and what is on them..

Want: Muse craves someone or something for 3 hours

Watch: Muse stalks another muse anon decides who and time

Sex: muse wants to have sexual intercourse with a certain person.for 1 day

Alone: Muse feels very lonely and longs to have someone too love.for 3 hours

Swap: Muse switches bodies with another muse.(both must agree) for 1 day

Eyes: Muse must turn into something inhuman (of anon choice) if they are already inhuman, they will turn human (anon decides time)

Obedience: Muse must obey another muse for 1 hour. Anon decides who.

Love: Muse falls in love with another muse for 1 day. (anon decides who)

Opposite: Muse's personality becomes completely different for 2 hours.

Obsession: Muse becomes obsessed with someone or something, anon decides who or what and time.

Thrift: Muse becomes extremely cheap. (anons decides for how long)

Pride: Muse thinks they are the most amazing incredible thing in the world, anon decides for how long.

Rope: Muse is tied too someone or a certain way for 1 day.

Cold: Muse is very rude and mean for 2 hours.

Naked: Muse is naked and can't wear anything for 4 hours.

Pillow: Muse is very tired for as long as anon decides.

Royal: Muse acts very snoody and prude for as long as anon wants.

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[Text: Carissime] I have two bottles of Vieux Château Certan. -SH [Text: Carissime] No cases or clients, John is off with his wife. Will you come over? -SH

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } You read my mind, Sherlock, I need a drink, badly. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } Are you trying to woo me? - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } If you are, alcohol is a good start. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } By the way, I like John’s chair and I might keep it for the apartment. - EL

[pointless-questions-has-moved-d]

Sherlock chuckled. Rarely did he have an occasion to make someone jealous, and even more rare that they weren’t trying to kill or belittle him. “Sounds like an interesting employer.” He didn’t expect the kiss, but tried to lean into it to no avail. Elroy moved away before he could comee anywhere close to deepening the kiss, but he definitely made it worthwhile.

Flirt, his mind helpfully supplied him. Shrugging the thought off, he followed Elroy up the seventeen stairs and opened the door to his flat. It was clean, for once. Save the average and usual case papers and files littering the walls, and the yellow smile with bullet holes. “Oh, but there’s no fun in bribing someone over if the offer isn’t good, now is it?” He raised a brow, before answering the question, “Two hundred, each bottle.” A pause. “Now, Carissime, I need your opinion on whether or not I chose right.”

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  Elroy seemed as if he was at home as he walked up the stairwell, taking a moment to feel the railing on his finger tips and the wall paper brushing him- the environment still new to him. "Mm, I promise that it may take me a few glasses to get my taste buds going. Are you going to share a drink with me- or am I testing for- maybe a girlfriend.. or boyfriend?" It was clearly a testing question as he looked at the sitting options on the room, naturally choosing the one that was, unknowingly, Sherlock's arm chair, leaning back into the cushions. Real comfort. Not the fake kind that his boss had in flat. "Well- it's nice since he takes half of what I earn- though he's a dangerous man. I said- no the other night. "  Elroy looked down suddenly at his chest, underneath the patch which hid the damage his boss had left him.   "I like coming here, I know that sounds odd- but you're nice to talk to- and even more fun to make love to." Elroy smirked at the other, fingers drumming against the arm of the chair.

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[dark-morbid-thoughts]

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[Text: Carissime] I have two bottles of Vieux Château Certan. -SH [Text: Carissime] No cases or clients, John is off with his wife. Will you come over? -SH

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } You read my mind, Sherlock, I need a drink, badly. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } Are you trying to woo me? - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } If you are, alcohol is a good start. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } By the way, I like John’s chair and I might keep it for the apartment. - EL

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Sherlock waited, plucking at his violin and playing sweet notes, playing what sounded right to him and what didn’t.. he ignored. When the thirty-minute marker passed, he was rather upset that there was a lack of a knock at the door. He stood by the window, watching London go by as he waited.

Fifteen minutes later, and the familiar sound of a knock on the door was heard. After a moment, he called out, “Mrs. Hudson!” Nothing. Grumbling, Sherlock put his violin back in her case and went down the seventeen steps, two at a time. He opened the door, having nearly forgotten he would be having such company before he saw Elroy. A smile tugged at his lips. "Glad you could come," he chuckled, stepping aside for the other to enter.

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  When Sherlock opened the door, a few thoughts ran through the man's mind, arms resting behind his back and nodding at the detective who looked down upon him. There was just something so- handsome and masculine about Sherlock, and thought he seemed to not care for anything in the world- he felt that the man treated him well for a whore. "You do know, it doesn't take a bottle of some fancy liquor to invite me over. My employer would be jealous, especially since he didn't pick you out for me."   Elroy looked nice, in fact the man actually put together well- and when the door firmly shut he did the one thing that he only did with Sherlock Holmes. Pressed a long, deep kiss to those thin- unexpecting lips before turning- making an effort to waggle his hips- before moving upstairs, using the hand rail. "I'm available most always, besides from a few specific times that I have offical appointment with my employer's clients. And then- I cater parties." It sounded like a joke, but it wasn't. Elroy had been a center piece several times and it was never fun to have so many cock in you for one evening. "The liquor then? Tell me it's expensive."

[inboxideas]

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

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[cecycarstairs]

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{ Open }

" Can I help you with something? Or are you here for that? "

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[Text: Carissime] I have two bottles of Vieux Château Certan. -SH [Text: Carissime] No cases or clients, John is off with his wife. Will you come over? -SH

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } You read my mind, Sherlock, I need a drink, badly. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } Are you trying to woo me? - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } If you are, alcohol is a good start. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } By the way, I like John’s chair and I might keep it for the apartment. - EL

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[Text: Carissime] I’m aware of the payment, Carissime. -SH

[Text: Carissime] Your company is always welcome. I will keep as much wine around as I can. -SH [Text: Carissime] Thirty minutes then. -SH

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  Elroy took much care in what he looked like as he dressed for Mr. Holmes, having become a constant client- and even if he was going against the word of Mr. Moriarty, he would continue to see the man. It took a bit longer than expected with traffic, but forty five minutes later, the man stood there before the door, lifting a fist- but then instead- using the knocker to bang three times.   Mr. Holmes was a good man, a good man that was paying his rent and such. The man who helped him get away from living with Mr. Moriarty.

[stufffortheask]

Send me a 'shh' for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.

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❖ //welp, here goes nothing c://

Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss your

 Elroy did not kiss people. It was a sample fact as a prostitute that the other was not interested in you, only your body. Kissing, to the working man, was something personal he had never able to properly experienced. "Alright- Mr. Holmes-" Elroy took in a deep breath, hand resting on that shoulder and pressed up onto his toes- lips making brief, yet soft contact as he kissed those thin- cold lips, though it seemed that Elroy was equally as cold.

"For more-" Elroy lightly bit and pulled his lower lip "You’ll have to pay~"

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Sherlock had moved outside for a few minutes, tempted to light one cigarette and head back. Raking a hand through his hair, he returned without as much as a smoke. Once the door was shut, his fingers instantly found the buttons on his shirt, and he casually strolled back to where he knew Elroy was waiting. At the said sight, Sherlock’s interest was brought straight to the man. He tilted his head, eyes wandering over the beautiful skin and curves of Elroy’s body. He moved along a bit faster, stripping of his shirt and trousers, leaving him in purple silk pants. “You look lovely, Carissime,” Sherlock enthused as he braced his calves against the bed, leaning over Elroy, his finger running over the soft skin of the other’s legs. “It’s a real shame I have to share,” he thought, but kept his mouth shut on the thought. “Is there anything

you want?” He asked instead.

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  Elroy had shut his eyes, and for a few moments he looked extremely peaceful- but when his eyes opened to look upon the man who opened the room, his arms rose and rested over his head, stretching out. "Mm.. You're not one of those men who use fancy words from other languages that actually mean something ridiculous like- underdone potato?" Elroy smiled, having been joking through- this man was different. The way his eyes penetrated him, Elroy felt a front would work well with this man- no fake orgasms or- that other shit men liked. A violent shake went through him when the fingers touched his legs, tracing against him, hand moving to press against his lips. But instead of pain, it turned out to be a tickle. "Fuc-mhmm" He chuckled quietly, toes curling as he looked up at the other.  "I'm good at wanting what you want- sexy. They do say you like to do it in that silly hat- all sorts of scandalous news about you being a sex hound. True then, eh? No right to judge on my half."

[redhotlines]

[Text: Carissime] I have two bottles of Vieux Château Certan. -SH [Text: Carissime] No cases or clients, John is off with his wife. Will you come over? -SH

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } You read my mind, Sherlock, I need a drink, badly. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } Are you trying to woo me? - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } If you are, alcohol is a good start. - EL

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } By the way, I like John’s chair and I might keep it for the apartment. - EL

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[Text: Carissime] I don’t think he’ll mind such an arrangement. -SH [Text: Carissime] Would you stay long enough for me to try to ‘woo’ you, as you so delicately use it? -SH [Text: Carissime] I managed to steal the bottles from a friend. I doubt they’ll even notice it’s gone. -SH

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[SMS; Sherlock H. ] Oh Mr. Holmes. - EL   [SMS; Sherlock H. ] Keep the wine coming and I'll stay as long as you desire. - EL [SMS; Sherlock H. ] But if you want /that/ you still have to pay. - EL [SMS; Sherlock H. ] No getting out of paying. I'll make my way over. ETA 30 Mins - EL

[redhotlines]

❖ //welp, here goes nothing c://

Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss your

 Elroy did not kiss people. It was a sample fact as a prostitute that the other was not interested in you, only your body. Kissing, to the working man, was something personal he had never able to properly experienced. "Alright- Mr. Holmes-" Elroy took in a deep breath, hand resting on that shoulder and pressed up onto his toes- lips making brief, yet soft contact as he kissed those thin- cold lips, though it seemed that Elroy was equally as cold.

"For more-" Elroy lightly bit and pulled his lower lip "You’ll have to pay~"

[pointless-questions-has-moved-d]

Sherlock watched Elroy, grey eyes catching the slight hesitence and following his speech pattern. Slight pity buried its way into him. But he was here for sex. He needed to get his mind off of the case, and John (and others) kept telling him it would help relieve his stress. Clearly they did not mean through the prostitution of another man, but he was listening for once.

"Bed. Stripped to your pants. I’ve something I want to grab. I’ll be back in a few minutes.." he used his baritone voice to its best advantage, his chest and throat near vibrating with the tone. "Don’t keep me waiting, darling."

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  Elroy watched the other turn his back towards him for the moment, beginning to take in long- slow breathes. His body always tensed at this stage, sending the twitching motions through him- but he had learned with time that if he controlled his breathing he would feel much better. Elroy had a beautiful body, even he had to admit that as he watched himself shed himself of his shirt, eyes shutting and taking his fine time. They always waited for him, of course they did- he was a prize if anything. John shimmied his pants down then, his pants a deep blue, clinging tight to his hips and thighs.

  He took a quick dash to the bathroom to the to check his face and hair before returning. Sex. All it was, all it ever will be is sex. He expects no different. Elroy laid back onto his bed, his legs hanging over the side as he went through his thoughts. Such a manner of speaking- so blue eyes that pierced him- of course his own eyes were brilliant but- those eyes looked like they had seen much.

And then he waited, shifting to set the condom down on the bed- as well as a small packet of lube.

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[Text: Carissime] I have two bottles of Vieux Château Certan. -SH [Text: Carissime] No cases or clients, John is off with his wife. Will you come over? -SH

{ SMS; Sherlock H. } You read my mind, Sherlock, I need a drink, badly. - EL{ SMS; Sherlock H. } Are you trying to woo me? - EL{ SMS; Sherlock H. } If you are, alcohol is a good start. - EL{ SMS; Sherlock H. } By the way, I like John's chair and I might keep it for the apartment. - EL

[redhotlines]

not much roleplay tonight either?

okay, that's okay.

I understand.

[redhotlines]

Thanks for the follow! -JigsawPuzzlesandIncorporated

Come love me, darling.

[goreds14]