Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

I take a hop backwards. “Don’t do what?” He scrunches his face, trying not to laugh. “Do NOT tickle me, Keller! Get me out of here!” I feel myself trying not to laugh with him. “Come on. It’s not funny!” “Are you sure, Pocket? Cause it looks pretty funny and you’re laughing at yourself.” He snorts as he puts his hands under the lights around my waist and squeezes, making me squirm. I squeal at the ticklish sensation. Keller raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at me. Just when I think it’s safe, he tickles me mercilessly, making me slip into his arms. He falls back on the floor, using his body to buffer my collapse.

“Keep talking baby girl, and see where it gets you.” Her smile was slow and wicked. “Empty promises.” I chuckled. She was doing this one purpose and she was going to pay for it. I held out the box. She arched a brow. “For me?” “Open it.” She handed me her clutch and mask without breaking eye contact. I took them, amused. Her fingers lifted the lid. The velvet parted. Nestled inside lay a wearable vibrator—sleek black silicone, curved just right, remote-sync, waterproof. Her sharp inhale cut the silence.

This looks wierd shouldn't it have a zip or clip to hold the content inside firm, I tried to open it but it won't budge. "hmm what do you think child maybe I should use a knife to pry it open" I said as i touch the outside of it ,feels like fur of a kind, I'm not sure yet" but it looks so expensive and its the only thing connecting you and the person who bought you here. Maybe I should try it later when I rest."come on, I pat her butt let's go take a nap", as I turned to leave, florest body touched the bag and immediately it opened

Then JP goes to my backpack and unzips it. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I said I like their… how do you say it?” He makes a pantomime of flipping something over his head. A couple of the kids are wearing jackets with hoods. “Hoodies?” I ask. “Hoodies, yes. And I offer to buy them.” “I need something more than a hoodie,” I say. “A hoodie’s not going to go well with a skirt and heels.” “Yes, yes,” he says impatiently. “I offer to buy the small one’s clothes as well.”

He ruffles my hair, winks, and picks up his shirt and swiftly drapes it on me while I'm still pressed against the headrest, imagining just how many orgasms I'll have if he really has this all planned out. He's out of the car now, and in a few seconds, he's back with a pink package and a bouquet in his hand. He tosses the bouquet to me. “Don't throw it away. I'll check on it from time to time, got it?” I gawk at him like he’s lost his damn mind. Obviously, he hasn't. He knows exactly what he’s doing, because he wasted no seconds tearing the box apart. And behold, the vibrator. The kind that looks like a rabbit. He tucked something into his palm, so I could just barely see a small, curved shap

I thoughtlessly asked as we grabbed each other in a casual hug. I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulder blade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine.

She asked I shook her head. "Nothing like that, dear." I smiled. "Can you give me a hug?" She looked at me. Confused. "Nothing special." I shrugged. "I'm just happy you're not injured. That fall could have killed you." She widened her arms. We hugged. Her body pressed against mine. Her warmth spread through me. I closed my eyes. Breathed her in. And then I whispered the spell. Soft. Low. My lips close to her ear.

I grow even harder just visualizing it. Without a word of preamble, I bend down and cup one of her breasts, drawing her nipple into my mouth and nipping at the tip with my teeth. She gasps loudly, arching her chest up to meet me. God, I could do this all day long. And one day, I absolutely will. When the nipple turns rock-hard and begins to swell, I pull back and extract the first of two metallic ornaments from the paper. “These are nipple huggers. Watch.”

Annika grinned taking it out of her jacket. "When did you do that?" Nikolai asked his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, a few minutes ago." She chuckled. "When you hugged me?" Nikolai asked. Annika nodded. "That's one of my skills, and why else do you think I hugged you?" She cackled. Nikolai shook his head and his eyes crinkled. "I knew it, you hugging me out of the blue was suspicious. Everyone, it's official, anytime Annika hugs you make sure to check your pockets afterwards." He jibed and we burst out laughing.

When I ordered an air swipe command, a small hologram screen popped up with a blinking underscore symbol. "Wipe your face! "You have drool," I said, as I threw a handkerchief on his immobile lap. He immediately took it, somewhat looking embarrassed as he turned his gaze to the hologram screen. He was presented with smart contact lenses in a dish. I gestured for him to take it.