Daisy Daisy Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Don't keep daddy waiting." Gripping the dildo, I pulled it out, my pussy at the absence of the torturous toy needing to be filled again. I shoved it back in, acquainting it with my wetness, creating a squelching sound that had Daddy groaning loudly. "Fuck, I love how your pussy gets soaking wet. Music to my fucking ears." I fucked myself with the toy, my left leg in the air, shaking uncontrollably. I threw my head back into the pillow, crying out. Every time I open my eyes, I'm met with my own eyes looking back at me from the mirror.

Something that made my heart do a flip. Breathe, Daisy. Just breathe.

" Harper shot her a glare that temporarily silenced her. however, the silence was broken after half an hour when Daisy began singing a song, "I want to touch the sky like a butterfly, I want to fly high to achieve the..." Harper's patience had run out before she could continue. "Shut up!" he yelled as he banged his hand on the table. Daisy's impromptu performance was cut short by the sudden noise, leaving a tense silence in its wake. Daisy, attempting to divert her attention. Started singing a song, trying not to feel the confines of the enclosed space without any windows. However, Harper’s fury escalated the situation, and her breathing became uneven.

I felt a nod and then everything turned black, like a bottomless pit. “Wake up, sleepy heads.” I heard a loud shout, and then some shuffling and a loud banging noise. What the hell was going on? “Ah, Big guy. Keep your weapons to yourself. I can turn you into a frog and not even your pretty face could save you. Back off.” Daisy said. “Daisy?” I inquired, from my chapped lips. “Oh, s*x haze.” she sing songed. Daisy looked at both of us with bored expressions and then started explaining.

“But he left. And it makes me ask myself he ever did love me, you know? Because if he did he wouldn’t have left.” I let her sob quietly and get lost in my own thoughts. The lyrics of the song starts to haunt me. If I loved Don then why did I still leave him? Why didn’t I stay just like before? When Daisy is done crying she puts the radio back on, settling for a rock station. She cleans her face for the second time with the wipes. “You can’t tease me about this later,” she says, pointing the used wipes at me. “Don’t worry about that Daisy, I’m not that kind of person,” I say.

Like yelling his devilish name from her tongue. “Daisy… My favorite toothpaste has run out. Please bring one for me?” He sang like an obedient and innocent kid. But Daisy knew very well the devil who was smiling behind his innocent face. How can she think of this child as innocent? “I just have to sleep a little longer. You go and use my toothpaste, or my mother’s.” Daisy lays down without listening to Derry. She is just putting the blanket on her when Derry grabs her sheet from the corner and climbs on it. Due to pulling the corner, Daisy was not able to cover herself with a blanket.

she heard Albert chant the words as if it’s a prayer – it probably is, to all the gods they both knew. ‘I don’t want to go’ ‘Let me stay – dear god, just one more day, if you are real, just one more day’ “Daisy – Daisy, Daisy please… please… please… I love you” And she, she really really tried, but she’s tired. Tap. Tap. Tap. This is the only way she knew how – with every last bit of her strength. Another dot – a dash, another dash dash and another dot – she could feel Albert’s eyes go wide in shock.

Daisy laughs into the mic as she adjusts it and plugs her guitar into the cords lying amongst the stage, "Caught the wrong bus, you know how it is." My stomach tightens and I involuntarily take a step back. None of the other musicians had spoken to the audience. My breath hitches as she clears her throat. I turn to Mr. Scott to hide Daisy from my sights. I just start to gage his reaction when Daisy sings her first note. And as she sings, my heart releases. She sounds enchanting.

It was supposed to be calming and apparently, it was working so Daisy wasn't complaining. Tapping her chin in thought, she finally said, "cassock" Owen's eyes widened as he scribbled the word down. "How are you so good at these?!" Just as she shyly shrugged, Levi proudly stated, "our Daisy's a genius." She shook her head and blushed as Nate nodded in agreement. Pointing to the ceiling, Owen asked, "do you know what song this is?" They strained to hear the quiet melody of piano keys. Surprisingly, Daisy did know the answer because it was one of her favourites. "T-Träumerei by Robert Schumann"

She tells me, with a smile. With a sigh, I run my fingers through her hair and gently massage her head, "I'm happy that I have you too, bubbles." I kiss her forehead, and she finally closes her eyes, "Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?" Minutes pass by in silence with me just running my fingers through Daisy's hair. A yawn escapes my mouth and I let my muscles relax as sleep takes over me.