Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

Poppy told Everlee. "At what time?" asked Everlee. "This evening at 5 pm," answered Mrs, Poppy. "Okay, I'll be happy to celebrate my sister's wonderful moment," said Everlee. Paris entered the dining room. "I thought I told you strictly to stay in bed," Mrs. Poppy argued with Paris. "Mom, it's so boring just lying-in bed all day, I just want to take a walk somewhere," complained Paris. "Well, you'll have enough walking around at Greenfield's largest hotel this evening at 5 pm," Mrs. Poppy told Paris.

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.

he said finally. Seeing as he loved it, Dailey figured she would try to like it too. She did like the main characters female minions, who fawned over him like sexy maids. At one point the main character used one of his minions as a chair—a play she recognised. When she cast him a suspicious glare he laughed. “Shush,” he said. “Or I’ll use you as a footstall right now.” Knowing it wasn’t a bluff, Dailey conceded, turning her attention back to the girls on the screen.

I gripped her hips, pulling her closer so my boner teased her ass cheeks. She groaned impatiently, outstretched one hand to seize me. I spanked her hard with a hiss. "Hands. Off." The order was well received. I lingered at her entrance, pretending to miss the mark each time. Soft, breathless pleas slipped from her lips. My fingers tightened around her hips, steadying her as I slowly slid in. Three minutes. That was all the time I had to make sure she wouldn't be walking out of here on her own.

Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

“What are you two doing, you little rascals?” “Tea party!” Renee cheers, hands in the air. “It’s supposed to be bedtime,” AJ’s mock-serious voice says from behind the phone. Payton shakes her head. “No, Daddy, it’s our tea party time! Mommy said so!” “Oh really, and where is she?” AJ questions. I see Renee put her small hand in her mouth and shrug her shoulders. “Hey girls, do anything fun while your uncle’s been busy?” “Yeah, I watched your game! You beat Daddy again!” His eldest says.

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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?

"Amanda, would you please come for lunch and bring Patrick and Mike with you," I yell down the hall as I set out the plates for lunch. Amanda is now five years old and looks exclusively like a mini me. Except her eyes, they are like pools of honey, just like her fathers. "coming mommy," she replies, yelling down the hall. I've been called mommy plenty times by now but I still get a warm fuzzy feelin in my stomach every time it happens. Jason, Tommy, Knight and Damian are outside, Jason is cooking meat on the barbecue and they are all chatting and sipping their beers. I can't hear much of their conversation but I get the just of what they are talking about. Sport and politics, I'm super glad

"Let's play a game." What? He didn't prepare an appropriate response for me, and the next thing he wanted to do was play a game with me. "I... can't." The words hung in my mouth; what if the game was more of a requirement for my freedom? Then I asked, "Is this related to my freedom? I don't believe my master wants to play a game with me." He chuckled slightly, "Yes, it was about your freedom. Let's Play isn't just a game. Games."