Poppy Playtime 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.

Back at Declan's and my shared home, I looked at the small cuts covering the soles of my feet. I cleaned them with rubbing alcohol, numb to the sting, and glanced around the room out of habit. The home that had once felt warm had slowly been filled with Petra's things without my ever noticing. "Wren, Petra gave me this stuffed rabbit. Put it on the couch for me. I want to see it every day. "Wren, Petra got me this tie. Isn't it nice?

he smiled and dialed her number while I watched silently “Hey babe, how was your yoga class today?... Things got too spicy for the pepper? So sorry babe, you should take some rest and listen to Wild child, from your favorite musician Eyaa. Yep, I’ll see you later alligator. Love you” He finished with his call “Really? See you later alligator??” I rolled my eyes

Nick mocked and I glared at him. “What’s popcorn, Aiv? Do we have to throw popcorn in the air and eat it? Will it pop in the air?” Cherry giggled. “No, Cherry. Let me explain how you play it,” I tucked my hair behind my ears and clasped my hands together. “One of us will be the popcorn and that person will have to curl up on the trampoline mat, holding his/her knees to his/her chest. Then, the other players will try to “pop the popcorn” by bouncing either on their knees or cautiously on their feet. And when the popcorn “pops” by letting go of his/her knees, the popcorn will exchange places with one of the other players. Got it, Cherry?” I explained and asked if our little sister understood t

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 she left, I went to the dining hall and put down the paper bag filled with pork barbeque. I pulled out a chair and sat there. I dropped my bag on the tabletop and pulled the pork barbeque out from inside the paper bag and opened the styrofoam container containing the pork barbeque. This will be my favorite now. I enjoyed eating not until I realized that someone rang the doorbell. I stopped chewing and looked at the wall clock. My eyes dilated when I saw the time. It's already 4:30 PM. I stood up and fixed myself.

She even licked and bite my nipples, making me moaned her name. "Arms up baby, let me play with you. Have you ever been played Allen?" Her voice was raspy, her breath fanned my ear. Her tits were flat to my chest making groaned. I had never wanted to be fuck so bad in my thirty five years of living. She took my wrists and wrapped my silk tie on it, she was straddling me. Her pink perky nipples teased my face, making me let out another moan. "Lou baby, just do me alre..." she shut me up by kissing me hard, we were panting when she let me go.

Katy Perry - The One That Got Away _______________ All this money can't buy me a time machine, no I can't replace you with a million rings, no I should've told you what you meant to me (whoa) 'Cause now I pay the price In another life I would be your girl We'd keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were The one that got away The one that got away

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.

I push down the tightness in my chest and head back to the fire. When I get there, the music is louder, and the guys are crowded around, passing shots and laughing like idiots. Ray notices me first and waves me over. “We’re playing Truth or Dare,” he says, grinning. There are several shots lined up before each log, and I make my way to the one I abandoned earlier. The girls are off to the side, playing some other game, shrieking every now and then. Ray makes it my turn because of course he does, and the bastard looks at me with a glint in his eye.