Poppy Stories Novels & Stories

A message popped in my Instapix. "Atty, I forgot my phone in your car!" Nu-uh. There's no way I'm turning back as I was only a block away from my home. "It's ok, I don't think I'd be getting any messages tonight. I can get it back tomorrow. I can use my lappy for online messages." It was as if she had read my mind that I wouldn't be going to her village tonight. What is this, some antiquated ninja move to force me to see her again? Usually, after the first meeting, if the guy does not like the girl, he would not contact her anymore. This girl however seems smart. I smirked recalling that she was not only smart, she also has a big butt. Yes, I was interested to see her again.

We finally decided to have lunch, after Tana aka foodie ate all the popcorn before we were half through with the movie. Long throat wee nor kee dis one "So how has the week been na?" Tana asked no one in particular. I hummed "Twas interesting sha" "Amazing" Laila said with a dreamy look in her eyes. Wahala for who no get boo Tana was puzzled, so I quickly filled her in on the latest happenings. Ranging from Laila's arranged marriage to proper proposal. Tana smacked my arm, she was glaring at me. I could tell she was mad at me for not telling her about it ever since.

The first time Paul met Poppy, he felt as if she had slapped him right in the middle of the shop. The looks everyone gave him made him feel like some sort of pervert who had harassed a cashier. When they crossed paths again at Trey's company, he discovered she was the one who had encouraged Clara to work as a bar girl, leading to Clara becoming his best friend's secret woman. The resentment and hatred Paul felt toward Poppy doubled instantly. ​

When did you become a woman sitting on a verandah, pregnant, divorced, possibly carrying the child of either of two men, neither of whom you could see yourself building a life with? What would Poppy say? I imagined Poppy's face. The way her eyebrows would shoot up. The way she would let out the most undignified noise. The way she would absolutely, without hesitation, pour both of us very large glasses of something inadvisable and demand the entire story from the beginning. I needed her now. Badly. I reached into my pocket for my phone, intending to turn it on and call her. Footsteps approached on the pavement. I looked up with a hopeful smile, expecting to see Poppy returning from wherever s

“Besides, if that guy truly wants Poppy back, he'll come to me to negotiate, not attack.” “I still think that's risky,” he grunted, giving me a wry smile. “But I'll drop it… for now.” “Good.” I nodded slowly before putting my empty glass on the coffee table. “Now let's discuss something else…” Lanzo's brows inched up. “We have something more important to talk about?” “We do.” I drew a deep breath. “Poppy said something that got me thinking… She mentioned that she had an accident as a child. She woke up in a hospital with amnesia, and her memories have never returned.”

Poppy's POV: I wasn’t even sure how it started. One message became two, then turned into hours-long chats. Voice notes. Photos. Dirty jokes. His messages made every part of me heat up. And the truth? He thought I was experienced. A bad girl. The kind who knew what she was doing. But that wasn’t me. Not really. In real life, I was still a virgin. Still unsure. Still pretending. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I reached over, unplugged it from the charger, and looked at the screen.

I kept bobbing my head, licking every inch as he casually talked about me like I was his personal property. “Poppy here is a cock hungry slut,” he announced confidently, his fingers tangled in my hair. “She is married, but that doesn’t stop her. You can do whatever you want to her and she will not only love it, she will beg for more. I was at a barbecue once and this little cum slut pretty much sucked and fucked everyone there. Her husband was busy cooking at the grill while the guys took turns keeping him occupied with conversation. Meanwhile, she was inside taking guy after guy and emptying their balls. She only has one rule though, do what you want to her, but just don’t tell her husband.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”