Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

The hug was different when he cried because the hug they shared was closed with no air can pass and the butler's pheromones were releasing a sensible lust and care of love. HiVi took his pheromones, a milky apple shake and mulberry in desert sand fragrance, he took as much as many as he can, good thing his not on heat, or he will surely reject thus abundant number of pheromones. The hug lasted longer that they didn't even notice the time, not until Avist ended it because something's dangerous up, down him. A little chuckle escape from HiVi's lips, and touched it without shame, that startled Avist with wide eyes.

Today I would spend the first day of the three-day-event celebration of the 25th Anniversary of Silverio hiding the hickey Grip made. It has been three days but it didn’t wear off, not even a pinch. I darted my eyes ahead and saw Grip walking in my direction. Every girl he passed by glanced at him and squealed like they were about to pee their pants. I looked around to find an escape route. I saw a room that even a reaper wouldn’t dare to enter. I slipped through leaving Gugu behind.

I nodded, picked up the cash, and counted it bill by bill. A car beeped outside. Christy walked in wearing sunglasses. The second she saw Michael at the counter, her voice went cold. "What took you so long?" Michael turned and casually handed her the Squishmallow. "I wanted to make sure the shop owner didn't give you the wrong one." Christy looked me over. "The wrong one? Why does she have one too?" "Probably a fake." Christy grabbed hers and brushed it off, disgusted. "Don't buy me something this basic again."

"IT'S THE PHONE POUCH! I GIFTED HER A POUCH AND I PUT A CHIP IN IT! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SO FUCKING SORRY! JUST PLEASE STOP HITTING ME!" I freeze and stare at Diana. Her hand is resting on her chest, staring at him with her eyes wide as fuck. "Phone pouch." She's got a phone pouch with a little purple teddy bear stitched at the back of it. She's been carrying it around like it's harmless, thinking it's some gift. I finally look at him with a smirk on my face. My blood is pounding; my skin is hot with the urge to finish him off. The fear in his eyes is beautiful. Raw. Begging. He's got no leverage now.

Digging my hand into my coat’s pocket, I brought out a flexible silicone vibrator, identical to the one she was supposed to be wearing. She gasped, eyes widening.

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I asked, trying to sound coy, but my voice came out breathy and wrecked. Zak went to his coat and returned with three small boxes. “Since we couldn’t bring the whole playroom,” he said with a smirk, “we brought a travel kit. Some of our favorite toys.” Oh, fuck yes. The first box held scent-neutralizing panties—so no one would smell how wet they made me. The second had a butt plug with a green jewel on the end. The third? An insertable vibrator with an external arm to press against my clit. My lips curled into a slow, hungry grin. “And when should I wear these, Master? Alpha?”

0 I unzip another pocket and pull out something that is covered in plastic. I look closer and I can’t get the grin off my face. He has five comic books, all with the same character. Werewolf by Night. I wonder how old he was when he got them. Gideon has truly been talking to him all his life, in some way or another. I hug them to my chest and start to cry as the music crescendos louder through the foam-padded headphones. 0

There is a big rectangular box in his right hand, and a small square box in his left hand. Oh, this is easy! We’ve been through this before. They are, “Doughnuts and masks!” I answered like I’m on a game show. “Bingo!” However, even though I was correct about the boxes, Victor suddenly twists his waist and shows me his ass. “There’s an extra.” he said. As he mentions, I see a pink silk drawstring pouch stucking in the rare pocket of his tropical print pants. I pinch the knot of the string with my fingers and slip the pouch out of his pocket.

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END