Novel & Cerita Lollipop Poem

A combination that almost made me lose control. I took a new lollipop from its wrapper. Strawberry. I opened the wrapper, then I put the candy into my mouth. I felt the sweet and slightly sour taste on my tongue. Then I bent down toward Alexandro's face. My hand removed his blindfold. He blinked. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, and my face was only inches above his, with the lollipop sticking out of my lips. "Ale," I whispered. "Open your mouth." He opened his mouth. I brought the candy close to his lips, but I didn't let it go. I let the candy stay between our lips. We shared one lollipop.

Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop Call my baby lollipop Tell you why His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie And when he does his shaky rockin' dance Man, I haven't got a chance I call him, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop Sweeter than candy on a stick Huckleberry, cherry or lime If you had a choice he'd be your pick But lollipop is mine My eyes are went-wide. Alpha Xavier was laughing so hard. Embarrassed, I shut off the radio and looked outside the window. Closing my eyes, I internally screamed. How embarrassing? Now

I ask Lily she steers me into the room, turning around, she passes me a red solo cup. Lily makes a thoughtful face, and I know she is considering what I’ve just asked her, I take the time to bring the cup to my nose sniffing it. A sweet fruity smell tells me it is some kind of fruit punch. When I don’t smell any acidy or metallic bitter smell that might be associated with poison, my nose, and instinct telling me that it was safe to drink I take a small sip. A cool sweet taste blossoms on my tongue. “Er. . . Twenty-eight I think. Why” she asked then takes a sip from her own cup.

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

he whispered and pulled the trigger, causing the lollipop to pop out. I saw a mischievous expression cross his face when he looked from the gun to my face. My body became warm and tingly when he popped the lollipop into his mouth and sucked on it with his dark eyes on mine. I felt flustered, feeling a heat between my legs at a simple gesture. When he took the lollipop out of his mouth, my eyes went straight to his wet lips. "Open your mouth," he whispered and I looked at him in confusion. "Open your mouth, Jackie."

He got me flowers with a note containing a poem; Plenty of apologies Plenty of kisses Too much love for you Many beautiful promises Lots of hugs Tender feelings so true I will do anything To make up to you I am sorry. It was such a corny poem that I smiled and rolled my eyes when I read it. I was reading it every now and then despite how corny it was. Femi was adorable that was for sure. Such a sweet guy. I had a feeling from the corniness of the poem that he didn’t know what to do with himself in this situation, hence the corniness.

June added. As they discussed this strange phenomenon, April G’s hand began to twitch while looking around the pitch-black hallway, her hand glowed green and the lollipop reformed. The lights fund back on and the girls regained their sight. “This is getting weird.” Madison said. We should head to class.” “Good idea.” April G said. “Hey is that your lollipop?” June asked. “Oh yeah.” April G picked up the lollipop “Funny, I thought I heard this thing break when I dropped it.”

but where’s the fun in that? Fun—by which I mean the overwhelming nerves that almost make me gag. Still, I lean down and dig around in my bag, my hand wrapping around another lollipop. I look at it. Cherry flavor. My favorite. Do cherry-flavored condoms exist—NO. Think of other things. Slowly, I remove the wrapper from the lollipop and feel my body getting warmer and warmer. The stick feels pathetic in my mouth, and when I put it in the wrapper and dump it in my bag, I stare at the purple lollipop a second too long.

My orgasm slips away like a ghost in the fog. I scream loud, frustrated and wild. The fuck does he think he's doing messing around with me like that. “What the fuck?!” I pant, glaring down at him, fists clenched. “Why—why would you—?” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, slow and cocky, like he didn’t just destroy me for sport. “Its not going to be that easy, Lollipop” he says, standing to his full height, towering over me. His voice is low, soaked in heat and cruelty. “No, no, no, little hornet. Not yet.”

He rubbed the lollipop harder against my clit in slow, deliberate circles, making me writhe and arch. My head fell back, a loud moan ripping free as he pushed the sticky round candy into my entrance with a slick pop. The hard shape stretched me teasingly, the sweetness clinging to my fluttering walls as he twisted it deeper, fucking me with it. “Yes, Daddy. Just like that,” I gasped, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking ripe and perfect for Daddy.” He pumped the lollipop in and out slowly, savoring every wet sound.