Poppy's Playmates

“Oh f*ck, I’m going to—ugh!” Poppy’s eyes roll back as she reaches her peak again and she breathes heavily as she slowly comes down from the high of her self-induced orgasm for the third time. The couple on screen continues to go at it like on full-battery energizer bunnies and she groans. “Oh, c’mon! That’s not possible! How can you still be standing after all that!? I can barely feel my bones now and I’m not even the one getting plowed by that monstrous thing!” she mutters, giving up on trying to keep up with the couple. Aside from the painful-looking looking gargantuan erection the man is sporting, Poppy has issues with how it never gets soft, and how the guy doesn’t look tired despite already coming a few times. And the girl! Oh my god, she keeps moaning as if her soul is getting scrubbed, but she can’t possibly be comfortable or even really enjoying herself being ske>wered by that… baseball bat. Really, there’s nothing else that comes close to describing it. It’s now close to two hours and they are still doing it. Poppy just wants to sleep but now she feels like she has to finish it at the same time. It has become some sort of resilience test. She started with them, she has to be there for the ending. Which should be in… another hour and a half. F*cking hell just got literal. Why won't it end already!? Dru>gs! Of course they’re on dru>gs! Who would want to do it for that long!? It’s blo0dy exhausting! “I’m such a dum>bass,” she mutters as she stops the video player in her phone and shoves the thing away from her. She feels exhausted—her little nubbin’ feels raw and a little abused after the triple whammy with the vib>rator—but the ‘itch’ is not really going away like it usually does when she’s already come. She can’t sleep. Despite feeling boneless from her orgasms, she remains restless, unable to find her satisfaction despite doing the usual. There’s just something her fingers could not sate. She feels thirsty too but no amount of drinking was helping, and now the water pitcher on her bedside table is empty and she has to get up to refill it. Oh, and she needs to pee too. “What is wrong with me?” Poppy groans as she slides out of bed and waddles with her bare feet to the kitchen. It was the middle of the night and she’s burning up. Not with fever but with something else. A need… a desire for something she has never had. “I need a shower,” she mutters as she refills the pitcher with cold water from the fridge. Maybe the shower head will prove to be a better playmate than her fingers. Unfortunately, the water pleasure—eherm, pressure wasn’t enough. Poppy groans in frustration and lets herself slide down the tub and into the water. Under the water and hiding behind the bubbles, she finally admits what she really wants. Something she would never find in this small town in the middle of nowhere. The perfect man, with a perfect ding dong. … “SCREW THIS, I’M LEAVING!” Poppy declares dramatically as soon as she has blown out the last of her magic birthday candles. The blasted things just keep lighting up again and again—to her annoyance and her best friend Gina’s amusement—and Poppy is starting to run out of breath already. “Leaving? Where are you going this time? Narnia or Neverland?” Gina teases her. “I’m serious!” Poppy snaps, glaring at a stubborn candle that somehow continues to flicker back to life. Irritated, she picks up the damn thing and shoves its wicker part into the cake, turning it off for good. “Yeah? Like the four hundred fifty-seven times you’ve said it before?” Gina is freaky that way. She has an uncanny ability to remember even the little stuff, sort of like a photographic memory, but usually on things other people said. However, it’s very selective, and usually she keeps tabs of the most useless things, like how many times Poppy had previously said she was leaving this boring town. Poppy grits her teeth. “I mean it this time. I’m not getting any younger and I’ll be damned if I allow myself to stay here another year! Nothing ever happens in this town and I’m sick and tired of the same things, the same routine, the same faces I see everyday!” “Including me?” Gina asks with a pout, looking hurt. Poppy sighs. “You know what I mean! You’re my best friend and I love you, but I-I can’t stay here anymore! It feels like I’m wasting the best years of my life and if I don’t leave now, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to. For f**k’s sake, I’m twenty-three and still a virgin! I’m probably the last of my kind! My eggs are going to turn to rocks soon!” Gina rolls her eyes at her exaggeration while she rubs her tummy, ripe with her second child. “It’s not like you don’t have suitors or options. Girl, you’re just too picky!” Poppy crosses her arms before her. “I dare you to name one eligible bachelor in this town who could be worthy to pick my cherry! Which, by the way, will be pickled cherry soon if I don’t find the right man as soon as possible.” “Well, there’s Tom, the plumber… He’s good looking and hardworking.” “His breath stinks as bad as the clogged tubes he fixes! He tried to kiss me one time when he came to fix my bathroom sink. I clogged it again when I threw up my breakfast. No, thank you!” “Oh… yeah. Well, you could teach him some oral hygiene, I’m sure you could fix that issue in no time…” “Oh please, if he can’t be bothered to do it when he’s trying to impress a girl, he won’t be doing it when he’s already gotten the goods. Next!” “Hmm, Jerry, the gas station owner? He’s well-off. You’d be set for life.” “He’s too old for me and everyone knows he’s just looking for someone to help him manage the gas station, which I’m telling you, won’t be in business for long now. Next.” Gina frowns disapprovingly. “See? You’re too picky. I could name all the bachelors in the area, and you would have found fault with every single one of them!” Poppy gives her a sickly smile. “I’m not gonna settle, Gina. I want the stuff fairy tales are made of and I’m gonna get it! Or if not fairy tales, then at least a really good quality porn!” “Persephone Fate Miller!” Poppy winces, hating it when Gina uses her full name. “Shush! Somebody could hear you! I don’t want anybody else using that name!” “Have you been watching… unsanitary movies!?” She laughs. “Unsanitary, really? It’s just dirty movies, and so what? I was curious and at least now I know what I’m missing!” Gina shakes her head. “Poppy, those foul things create wildly inappropriate, not to mention improbable, expectations. It’s nothing like that in real life, believe me!” Poppy pouts. How would she know it can’t be like that in real life? Gina married Harry, the local grocery store owner where Poppy works. He is straight-up boring with a capital B, never been anywhere outside their little town even though he’s twice her age, and he does the same things all day, every day, since… well, since forever. The only real excitement in his life was probably when Gina had an early labor with their first child, and he almost expired from the stress of it all. He couldn’t even stay conscious through the birth—he passed out in the delivery room when he saw his child crowning. But of course, Poppy can’t say that to her friend, that would be mean and uncalled for. So she bites her tongue and just shrugs. “Well, I have decided and this time, I am doing it. I will leave next month. That’ll give you enough time to find a new cashier, and also give me a chance to earn a full salary so I have enough money for the road.” Gina’s jaw drops. “You’re serious!?” Poppy grabs her fork and takes a slice of her favorite strawberry cake. “Yep.” “But what about your house?” Poppy shrugs, looking around at the small house she inherited from her parents a while back when they passed away, just a year apart from each other. The old thing is not exactly crumbling, but it’s not really in its best state—lots of repair to be done here and there,and the walls are practically begging to be repainted. She doubts anyone would be interested in buying it immediately, plus, all her stuff is here. “I’ll see how it goes and if—” she shakes her head. “No, when I find my fortune out there, then I’ll probably just put this house on sale, as soon as I find a new place and a steady income.” Gina appears to deflate a little. “I can’t believe it… You’re really considering it.” Poppy grins. “Believe it, baby! I’m going for an adventure!” And that’s exactly what she did. The moment she got her last salary, Poppy packed her bags and drove away in her late parents’ old Toyota camry, determined to find herself the thing she craves for the most. A c0ck. A massive, hard, hot and throbbing, real life perfect c0ck. Oh, and a big strong guy that comes with it. Little did she know, she’d find four.