Poppy Playtime Eyes Novels & Stories

Theo was explaining goat ownership plans. Poppy was drawing family pictures. Harper rested against Noah. Daisy rested against Roman. For a while nobody spoke. The comfortable kind of silence. The family kind. Then Poppy suddenly looked up from her drawing. "I forgot something." Everyone looked over. "What?" Harper asked. Poppy held up her picture. There were stick figures everywhere. Noah. Harper. Theo. Herself. Roman. Daisy. Lillie. And several tiny new figures. "What are those?" Noah asked.

‘You are the one who asked me to predict your shit this afternoon, now you are doubting me when I say stuff’, I said. He pulled on my dad’s shirt over his torso and I was a little disappointed, in that moment Rivers jumped out of my lap and strolled over to where he was sited. ‘Look, I’m … sorry, okay?’, he said whispered like he didn’t want to hear himself apologise. Rivers jumped on his lap and the white of Beck’s shorts contrasted with the blackish gray of Rivers’ fur. ‘She likes you’, I said to Beck. ‘What’s up with its eyes?’

He increased the pace of the blowjob, my body vibrating in ecstasy, my eyes turning inside, my hands grabbing his hair and the sheets tightly. “Oh, fuck… butterfly, don’t make me cum yet…” I groaned, my voice raw. He raised his eyes to meet mine, a naughty grin playing on the corner of his lips. Slowly he let go of my cock from his warm mouth, his eyes still locked on mine as he licked the remains of my pre-cum. “Let me show you what I’ve got, daddy,” he whispered, his lips claiming mine, his body grinding, my moans desperate. He flipped me, his strength surprising, his eyes wicked, his hands pinning mine. We shed the rest, his hands bold, my body yielding, our rhythm fierce.

By his own curiosity. By my hands. And worst of all, by the part of himself he's terrified to name. Let’s play, MoranoRebel. Daddy’s ready. Nonetheless, I turn back to the box. The box is black, sleek, velvet-lined, and packed with curated sin. I know every item by heart. I pick out the silk rope first. Then the oil–the one that smells like smoked vanilla and lust. And last? The leather paddle. I don't plan on using it not unless he asks me to.

Like now. Tom’s eyes bulge. He tries to scream but his lips are sealed shut with tape. “Hello Tom,” I smile at him prettily. “Are you ready to be my fun little toy for the day?” I raise my hands and gesture around the room. “There are so many accessories in here for us to play with, but first, I need your consent. I need you to nod for me, Tom. Can you do that?” Tom’s eyes to the size of saucers. He’s holding himself quite still, no doubt dumbfounded by the situation he’s in. I don’t know it pisses me off so much. Before I can stop myself, I slap his cheek. Hard.

"Like... the second you shut your eyes, something might be right there behind you? I swear I can't even rinse my damn hair without thinking someone's about to burst in through the door or window. It's ridiculous, right?" He gave a quick laugh, not waiting for my answer. "There's a funny story behind it, so now I just keep my eyes open. It stings like hell when the shampoo gets into my eyes, so I bought some goggles to help with that." He hummed again, off-key, before adding, almost cheerfully, "I'm bored, so I'll tell you the story. I had this guy once—Frankie. Big guy, shoulders like a fridge. Thought he was smarter than me."

, Mildred agreed as they looked at Fernanda fast asleep and excited to see her reaction when she finally saw her baby again. Some time passed and the ladies started getting anxious as the minutes went by, it was only twenty minutes later but to them it felt like hours, Gavin walked in holding his daughter and looking super exhausted and happy at the same time. Mildred hurriedly received her grandchild and begun to do a little dance as she walked around the room with her, Stacey was in tears again after seeing that the little princess was safe and sound. Stacey saw her boyfriend walk through the door after Gavin and ran to hug him and thank him for his help, “Thank you so much”.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

She gasped when her eyes fell on me, surprised at my instant transformation. "You're so beautiful, Dr. Red!" "Thank you." I smiled. Letting my hair fall loosely on my shoulders, I enhanced my face with light makeup and a dark-smokey eye shadow. While checking myself before the mirror, my eyes then fell on a jewelry box. I hurriedly opened it, and a glittering pair of diamond earrings and necklace greeted my eyes. I also noticed that there was a note inside the box. Wear it for today's special event. See you soon.