Bippity Boppity You Novels & Stories

“You, be quiet.” “I’m not talking.” “You’re making sounds.” “It’s a reflex.” “Turn it off.” “And I need sea air so I can get better faster,” Poppy continued without shame. “Get better faster is not a medical term.” “If the doctor says it too long, I simplify it.”

I am enthralled To be at a much higher Role As your role As you roll Life makes you fit For life's every role You hit the goal You hit the goal *****

“You’re dead, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the next ghost whisperer.” A deep chuckle that has a direct line to my clit engulfs me, creating a plague of goosebumps to appear across my frigid flesh. “Turn around and look at me, Little Bird.” With obedience, I turn around slowly. “Happy Birthday, baby.” As soon as our eyes meet, my vision blurs and I lose consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

Playing the tune, she looks at nanny Ester requesting her to sing with them. “Everyone.” Nanny Ester then calls out, where the mansions servant immediately heeded and is asked to sing the song together with the twins. With Monique and Cole now sitting on the opposite side beside her, everyone gathers and sings. “The itsy-bitsy spider went up the giant spout! Down came the rain and wash the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain, so! The itsy-bitsy spider went up to climb again.”

BUBBLE They want me to come out They want me to break out But how can I break out When I don't even know how I want someone to teach me how But there is no one. I hope you know what it is What a bubble is. It is round, transparent And fun to pop Only that mine can't be popped. No one can break my bubble It is as hard as a rock Even though it is a bubble You can't use a hammer to knock Because it will only bounce back

“I love your coffee.” She shut her eyes tight. “Argh! Stupid boss! You’re so mean but why do I want to repeat this again tomorrow?!”

“Can you play something for us?” “What song?” “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.” A few seconds later Michael Bublé’s voice filled the diner. Abigail whisper-yelled as I pulled her to her feet. “What are you doing?” “Dancing, wife.” “I can see that,” she hissed. “But—” I interrupted, voice low and teasing. “You started this. You’re finishing it.” She dug her heels in slightly as I guided her toward the small open space near the jukebox.

My babies will bite you and eat you alive. Abigail dimly noted that the purring whispers now seemed to be coming from outside her head. She felt a caress on her thigh, hot breath on her neck. She turned her head and was face to face with Lilith. Abigail recoiled, as though electrified; her mind instantly clear, the whispering spell shattered by Lilith's malignant grin. She sprang to her feet, staggering like a drunkard, her head reeling at the bizarre insanity of her position. Lilith's silvery tones rose to strident screams of fury:

Turn the damn thing off! Tick, tock, tick, tock.. Turn it off!!! Tick, tock, tick, tock.. Please!!! Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.... Please!!!!! Tick, tock, tick, tock, tock, tock, tick, tock... Please..... Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick... Please....