Poppy Playtime Arts Novels & Stories

He squeezes and pinches. Without relenting his administrations on my pussy, he snaps his fingers. A moment later, shadow figures emerge out of thin air. They are faceless and wispy. They both have the female form. The more I stare at them, the more I believe that these shadow figures are faceless replicas of me. “Time to play, Tessa.” Raj snaps his fingers again. I hold my breath as I watch both shadow figures approach me.

I just ignore her calls and go about my day, I don’t have time for the bullshit. I heard that Poppie got fired from the temp agency. Word on the street is that she’s been hanging out with Marcus having these ’play parties ’cause she needs money. I also heard she may be strung out as well. If that is true, I really need to find her because she needs to get clean in order to work. It was early in the morning by the time I reached Poppie’s apartment. If she ain’t got a job, then she should be at home, I thought. I walked up the steps and rang her doorbell. I could hear her coming down the stairs to open the door.

One of the pieces of advice Poppy gave me was to play some music or a podcast through your headphones while feeding, because it can be a long and boring process. But as of now I can't imagine ever feeling bored when she's in my arms. I get to stare at her for so long, notice tiny details about her, fantasize about her life and personality, and that's more interesting for me than any podcast around.