Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Craftycorn Novels & Stories

She handed the pass to me. I thanked her and checked to see i was the 26th contestant on stand. "Wow. I think we are going to be waiting here for sometime." Mom said and I nodded. "These shoe are killing me already." I said trying to get rid of it. "I will get your slippers. You can wear that for now and when you go in, you put on the heels." Mom said and I nodded. "Thanks Mom." I said and she walked away while Alec was still busy on his video games.

“I, for one, am quite bored of Trundling Hoop and Roll, after playing it for so many years.” “Uh…” Martha’s gaze switched between Emiline and Henry a few times before she shrugged. “I think that is a splendid idea, Mr. Crampton.” Relief washed over Gabe, knowing that his uncle and aunt were not going to cause a scene—although Rebecca just might. Gabe handed a stick and hoop to Emiline and gave her an encouraging nod. A shaky smile appeared on her lovely face as she took the items. “Actually, the way I have changed this game, is that we will need a wooden ball as well. If you do not have one, I’m certain my ball of yarn will work.”

Poppy teases, reaching over to brush his hair back from his forehead. He yawns wide enough to show every little tooth, then blinks up at me. “Can I have pancakes?” “Pancakes?” I echo, feigning shock. “That’s a big request for someone who’s barely awake.” He shrugs, eyes already drooping again. “I like making them.” “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “That’s reason enough, baby.” Poppy watches us, her expression soft but full of something fierce beneath it. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asks quietly.

He looked between the two and finally shook off the absurd notion. Paul struck out the next batter and the Tide was up to bat. Chloe clutched her hands like an anxious mother. Todd Cameron, the lead off, looked up at Chloe as he headed to the plate, grinned and waved. Chloe waved and blew him a kiss. Timothy stared but didn’t say anything. Things just got stranger and stranger. He was willing to put the first off as a fluke, but when the third batter came up and gave Chloe a thumbs-up, he wondered what the hell he was missing.

I cringed as an image of me crying and public and then people surrounding me to offer me their sympathy form in my head and I force it out my mind. I checked the time again and it was almost 5 o'clock and I was just sitting at the playground doing nothing and that's when I decided that I could not wait any longer and I needed to leave. Maybe what I thought was a joke, was actually not and he was not really going to come at all. I put all my stuff together and when I started getting up from the chair, I hear his voice from behind me "You must have really wanted to see me to still be here at this time, you miss me that much?"

The warmth in her smile chased away the weight of my earlier thoughts. "Hey, Poppy," I replied, stepping closer, allowing the moment's tranquility to wash over me. She looked radiant, her hands dirty from the soil, yet her beauty was untouched. I took a moment to admire her before my gaze fell on Gemma, who was darting around, practicing her skills like a burgeoning little predator. "Look at her," Poppy said, pride shimmering. "She's always so full of life." Gemma was a blur of energy, her laughter bubbling up as she pretended to stalk an imaginary rabbit, momentarily oblivious to the world around her. I chuckled, and my heart swelled at the sight.

“Then tell him to send it. I want to see you looking cinematic.” “And the winner ribbon,” Poppy added seriously. “That part matters.” “Of course.” I slid one hand under my thigh, stopping the instinct to twist the ring that still felt cold on my finger. Poppy kept talking. Of course she kept talking. She told him about the little stairs she had not gotten to show me yet. About the bird that tried to steal the pastry. About the wind being “smarter than a hair dryer.” About Mommy eventually being “not too mean” after seeing the sea. About Handsome Uncle holding Bunny for the picture because “Bunny is part of the visual family too.”

But no one dared to complain about it. . . . Poppy woke up when she felt a heavy arm on her stomach as she tried to turn over. That's when Poppy realized she was at Charles' house. Panic immediately struck Poppy, and she hurriedly ran to the large window in the house to check the time. “I'm dead!” Poppy hit her head gently when she found out that it was already afternoon. Poppy turned around and found Charles still asleep, without a single piece of clothing on. Realizing that she had to take care of the land issue for her friends.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”