Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

Sometimes the algorithm hit its mark; other times, it felt downright cruel. It pushed me to a local post. It showed me a cover picture, specifically a glossy nine-photo carousel from the holiday gala. The account belonged to Vivienne. There she was, standing on the stage with a champagne in hand, beaming as she had just been crowned queen. The caption stated, 'Out with the old, in with the new. Clearing negative energy from the team and guiding the new admin team toward a more global and elevated future next year.' I opened the comments.

I tried to push the horrible event from my mind, but the memory lingers on, reminding me that even seemingly harmless dares can have sinister consequences. But, minutes later as if ruining the conversations that was filling the hallways and classrooms through the ancient stone hallways, a stern voice came over the loudspeaker, "This is Ms. Rose Elleanor Stowne, speaking. Students of both houses, the Stonemaskers and Wanderlusters I want you to be aware that my voice had taken over our morning rituals as I have to make a tragic announcement this day. At exactly past midnight yesterday, one of our own, Lilian Graywood, student #011 from the Honors Wanderlusters, passed away."

I hear them announce Polly first. "Polly is five feet five inches and weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds. Coming from Brisbane, she has a record of seventeen wins and no losses." A few people cheer, but there are a lot more boos. When my music starts, we come out of the tunnel, and I can feel the thunderous cheers in my bones.

THEME:Sex with the Gardener "I would bet your Gardener's cock is above ten inches." Polly Davies tore her gaze from her Gardener, Jamal, and glanced at her sister, Molly, eyes wide in wonder. "Really? And how would you know that?" Molly gave her a secret smile, tipping her head towards the window. "One, he's black." "That's a stereotype," Polly muttered, looking back at Jamal. She and her sister were seated outside on the porch, dressed in bikinis and basking in the sun. Molly had come to visit her for the weekend.

If not, it would be a lot more exciting. “Mother!” “Fourth Lady!” Jax and Ellie Palmer both walked up and greeted Polly when they saw her. Polly completely ignored them and waved her hand, then sat on the middle wooden armchair before sipping out of a teacup. “Our family prides ourselves on living in harmony. You can’t just go outside killing people as you wish! The outsiders will make fun of us,” said Polly in a cold tone after glancing at Jax. “Of course. I was wrong,” Jax apologized while his eyes frantically twitched.

Polly cleared her throat. “Well, if you must know, the last—um—boy—I spent any time with—Sergei—turned out to be a liar and a con-man, who tricked and used me. I was too stupid to see it. But I’m never going to fall for anything like that again. And I’m not ready to trust anybody of the male race—not even you. I just don’t want to spend any time with any more boys right now. Not that you and I—not that I’m saying that we’re—not that I think of you that way—as anything more than a friend—than an acquaintance—” Polly began stammering, and he could see how nervous she had become, and couldn’t help smiling inwardly.

I hesitated a beat, then tapped “Accept.” The video opened. And everything in me stopped. It was Polly dressed in a white puffy gown that I guessed was her bridal gown. The gown was only held up on her waist, her top bare, just as she spread her legs as well. She looked fucking glorious. Her pussy was shaved and ready, calling to me and I could tell with the way my dick twitched that if she was here right now, I wouldn't hesitate before digging into that delicacy. Those red curls falling around her flushed cheeks, her thighs spread wide, fingers working between them like she knew exactly what she needed. And then—

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

She blew her a kiss and winked. It made Tiffie got a little bit jealous. She wished to be with them but it was not a perfect timing. Pollyie is one of her colleagues plus members of the board in Las Cases de Amore. In comes to fashion, Pollyie usually sew her clothes and she even sew their dresses. Tiffie’s favorite was the gold glittery bodycon dress which was hand-sewn by Pollyie.

she said. “West side over here,” The woman sitting next to me stated. “I’m from Humboldt Park,” The woman who sat across from me stated. “So we are all pretty much from Chicago,” The Dolton chick stated. “Looks like it,” I replied. “Well, I’m Leddy y’all, nice to meet all of y’all,” she said. Leddy was from Humboldt Park. “Nice to meet you Leddy, I’m Poppie,” I waved. “Poppie? That’s a cute name,” Dolton girl said. “I’m Becky,” she waved. I smiled and waved back.