Poppy Playtime Feet Novels & Stories

He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging. “I could get Poppy if I wanted,” he states. “Get me to do what?” Poppy suddenly steps into the living room wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, with her glasses on, looking like the cutest thing on the planet. Her infectious energy can be felt as soon as she walks in, looking at us with an amused look on her face.

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.

She wasn’t sure she like Fiona anymore. “No. I cannot.” Poppy crossed her arms and pouted. “Has he knotted ye yet?” Fiona ignored her pout and continued. “I have no idea what that is.” Poppy snapped. She looked at the clock. Malcom said she had to spend an hour each day with Fiona. It had been 15 minutes. 45 more to go.

she responded, and I hummed. “On your feet,” I demanded, and she seemed confused but did as told. I went further to assess her. She has a nice curvy body, but sadly not as that of Olivia’s. “Make a 360,” I urged, and she slowly turned around, giving me access to see her rounded ass. I looked at Theo, who nodded at me, and then I asked her to take back her seat.

He instinctively shot his hands forward to steady me on my feet and accidentally grabbed my boobs. Both of us fell into sudden, awkward silence. This was the first time I had my boobs grabbed by a guy ever since I'd been born. I was stupefied. I didn't even manage to snap back to my senses when Austin subconsciously kneaded them a few more times. "I-I didn't mean to… It was an accident. Get up, please," Austin said, looking embarrassed as well. After he helped me stand properly, he awkwardly scratched the back of his head and said, "I'm sorry. I usually play basketball, so I might have grabbed you a little too hard. Did I hurt your boobs?"

The pouch flew from her grip and the pills scattered across the floor like tiny white seeds, skittering in every direction. Riley dropped the phone she was holding and charged at me, her hands extended like claws. I flexed my freed wrists, rolling my shoulders to get the blood flowing back into my fingers. "I see you did not learn your lesson." Her fist came at my face and I sidestepped, catching her arm and using her momentum to pull her off balance. My other hand connected with her jaw, a clean punch that snapped her head back, and I followed it with a kick to the back of her knee that buckled her legs and sent her crashing to the floor beside her mother.

Chance to Pop’s Place and a willing playmate. Or two.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

Poppy almost fell after being pushed by her personal maid. She is not used to wearing 3.5-inch heels, which are too high for her to keep her balance. Fortunately, her hand quickly grabbed the back of the sofa in the middle of the room. “I... umm...”