Poppy Playtime Notes 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.

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…

Clara hissed as she reapplied the sunscreen. “He’s good looking though. I can stand whatever ego he carries so far there is beauty to behold.” “That’s you, Jane. You like everyone.” Clara watched as the four girls pitched their beach umbrellas and seats. They waved back at people who waved at them. They chattered loudly and whined their waists to the music that boomed from the loud speaker they brought along. They screamed as others join them in dancing. It was always party mood with the Smiths.

After almost an hour of completion and bliss Gavin and Fernanda reach their peak at the same time, both of them feeling each other’s warm juices drip from their bodies. The warmth made it hard for them to separate and take a breather after a whole hour of intimate and intense pleasure. Their breathing was still fast and short in each other’s neck, Fernanda’s private felt extremely sore but the caresses and kisses performed by the expert himself were enough to cloud her mind till they were done with the devil’s tango, she hoped that he wouldn’t notice so she could walk away without the ‘why me?’ question popping up.

Before I could stir, Lucian’s lips brushed my forehead, his kiss soft, his breath warm, his voice a low rumble. “Rise and shine, butterfly,” he said, his fingers grazing my cheek, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Your phone’s been screaming for ten minutes.” I groaned, my eyes fluttering open, his face close, his robe open, his chest bare, a Cuban cigar smoldering between his fingers. I grabbed the phone, my thumb swiping, Giveon’s name glaring on the screen. I hit the speaker, my heart racing, my smirk hidden as I sat up, the sheets pooling at my waist.

After sharing affection with Evander yesterday, Poppy’s body felt lighter when she opened her eyes this morning. “Evan, wake up!” Poppy shook Evander’s body a few times. “Can’t you let me sleep a little longer?” Evander’s hand reached out to hug Poppy’s waist again. Poppy rolled her eyes lazily. Not wanting to let Evander go just like that, Poppy shook his body again, this time with more force. “Hey, the assault unit members are about to leave. We have to hurry to catch up with them; otherwise, we won’t be able to enter the base,” Poppy said again.

All those times she'd practised on dildos and cock-shaped fruits were finally paying off. Her face was wet with tears, precum and saliva when he pulled out. Dailey figured she had to look in a terrible state, but his expression said otherwise. He seemed to like her eyes streaming with tears and mouth dripping saliva. "Get in my lap," he said. "I'm going to make you do all the work." She climbed on and immediately got to work bouncing up and down on his cock. Dailey had a good level of stamina but after fifteen minutes of cardio, her legs started to tire. The tiredness was bearable, but when her legs started to cramp it became hard to continue.

Well, at least I know for sure that all of his efforts will be paid off, soonest. The moment I entered my room, a big rectangle box got my attention. On its right side was a red box. I went near it and there's a red sticky note attached in it. Please, wear it later. See you, baby. I love you. My eyes widened. Geez! Today is the event at Averion Company and I almost forgot about it. I'm just too busy for the fashion show preparation that I haven't even bought a dress yet! Darn! Because I'm rushing my way to the Starlight studio, I just left that box on my bed.

He felt her moist tongue run the side of his right earlobe. “This is my answer, Editor Sylas. “Leah whispers, “You should be more honest, like your little friend here.” Leah was intentionally rubbing herself against his hardening member. Pale green numbers glowed on the digital wall clock. There was still a window for them to do a quickie before Pat left for Spice. His erection was getting unbearable by the second, thanks to Leah’s hands caressing his torso. Impatient, he grabbed both her hands. “You have thirty minutes,” green eyes met blue. Sylas, giving in to her temptation, rammed her against the wall.

"I'm going to have this baby. I'll just have to...figure it out." Roxy grinned broadly. "Then I'm going to be an Auntie for real!" The following Friday, Poppy tucked her bag into her locker in the back of Cuppa Joe and tied a black apron around her waist. It was the end of her first week, and she found that she enjoyed the atmosphere of the place. While she'd assumed she'd be working early mornings, for her first week, she'd been given evening hours. Of the five days she'd worked so far, live music had been scheduled for three of them. Patrons tended to be laid-back, ordering their lattes and baked goods while relaxing to folksy coffee house music played on acoustic guitars by local mus