Poppy Playtime Feet Novels & Stories

There was nothing she couldn’t do. But this wasn't just any guy... It was Timothy. Except, at the moment, she was having a hard time regulating her breathing knowing that if she just extended her arm she would touch him. That thought probably wasn’t the smartest one she’d had tonight since it only increased her breathing and had her clenching the sheets. Chloe was counting down from one hundred when something moved beneath the sheet. It could have been her imagination since her mind was going at a rapid pace, but no, it wasn’t. His foot touched hers and she jumped.

Poppie After Shayla and I got our ass beat by Tanya and Stephanie, I was not looking forward to get it beat the entire night. The crowd had wound down and a few people left, which meant the level of the party was about to go up. It was all about the stay and play part of the party. Austin stuck around and was eyeing me the entire time I was getting my ass beat in Spades. I had had enough and I was ready to have a nice, interactive conversation with Austin. He was looking all kinds of handsome standing next to the speaker near the wall.

“More! More! Ahhhh! It feels so good, Jagger! Ahhhh!” “I’m going faster, Poppy, I’m almost there! Uhm! Uhh! Uhuhuhuhhhhh!!! You are really so tight! Uhhh! Poppy! Poppy!” He let go of one of my feet, and I shrieked when he flicked and pinched my cl*t.

"Your office is next to mine and there is a door that adjoins them." "That might come in handy," he winks at me and I chuckle, how man-like. We walk back to the sparring room to get Scott a key card for the other rooms. "Wanna spar with me?" He ask putting on puppy dog eyes and looking up at me. It must be hard to appear cute when you are a 6foot 4 muscled guys but he seems to pull it off pretty well. "Sure, why not? Let's keep it tame though, I don't feel like wearing gloves." He nods his understanding. "Deal"

“So we can do anything to her?” “Anything,” Reynold replied smoothly. “Use her any way you want.” Dave asked cautiously, “No interference from you?” “Give me some credit,” Reynold chuckled. “I want to see if my slut can perform for me, so I won’t be interfering at all.” The guys asked for a moment to talk it over. Reynold nodded. “Okay, Poppy, why don’t you go to the restroom and freshen up? I feel you’re going to be very busy for the next two hours.”

I slept until 8:00 pm. The apartment was dead silent—Zachary hadn't come home. I played his voice message. "Darling, I might not be back tonight. I have to entertain a client. I ordered your favorite steak—it's at the door. When you wake up… mm, make sure to heat it up before you eat." He remembered that I loved steak; remembered that my stomach was sensitive, and that I couldn't eat cold food. He even remembered to remind me.

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.

Dante stood beside me, hands in his pockets, looking almost sheepish. "Is this okay?" "It's perfect." "Marco suggested it. Said we should turn the place where everything went wrong into something good." I leaned into his side. "Marco is smarter than both of us." "Don't tell him that. His ego is already unbearable." I looked around at the bright walls, the new windows, the teenagers playing basketball in the back lot. This was the future. Not blood and secrets and whispered threats, but something open. Something honest. "You've changed," I said.

Finn stared at the outstretched hand, looking from the library aisle and the safety of his solitude toward the door where the world, his mom, and the gossip were waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his glasses and reached out. His hand felt smaller in mine, though his grip was tentative but firm. "Three months," Finn agreed, his voice shaking slightly. "But if you make me go to a football game, I'm breaking up with you." A grin broke across my face while closing my fingers around his, sealing the deal completely. "Deal," I declared. "Now, come on. We have a party to crash."