Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

"You promised you'd protect me! Why did you run off so quickly?" Lonnie froze. "You're still alive?" "Rude!" I pulled the pendant out of my pocket and waved it in front of him. "I've got the GM's protective charm. I can't die even if I want to." His pupils widened in shock. "Wait… Then what is this?" I frowned, clearly irritated. "Look closer, buddy. You're holding a limited-edition Hello Kitty pendant. I thought you grabbed it because you liked it…" His eyes burned with rage as he lunged for the real pendant in my hand.

I don’t squeeze it, I just hold it, to remind him who has the power. “How about you choke on it?” he growls, his voice laced with fury. Chuckling, I nod. “If you want, I’ll happily choke on it.” My hand slides into his gear, fingers wrapping around his cock. His body betrays him instantly, a sharp, choked sound escaping him before he clenches his jaw. His weight sinks against the lockers for just a second, and that’s all I need.

“Actually, we are. This compound is filled with people and people gossip and pass information. So dear girlfriend of mine, stop talking, come closer and give me a convincing hug.” Her eyes wandered around, meeting the various guards and workers around the house. She finally caved, leaned into me in a warm light hug. But I had more in mind. I pulled her closer and tighter into the hug, my hand traveling and settling on her waist. She flinched. “Relax, little miss professional, this is what a real relationship hug looks like. Not that robotic thing you were trying to do.” “My goodness, Horace.” She mumbled. After the public charade, we finally walked in.

he said then did so. "Yes, just like that. I tried to stop you, but I couldn't move. How do I look spread open like that Mr. West?" "You look like you need those tiny pink holes filled Miss Carter," he replied. "Oh, how do you plan to do that, sir?" He reached into his rope bag bringing out a black velvet drawstring bag. He opened the bag pulling out a medium size jewel butt plug. It had a large red heart shaped stone that winked in the bright overhead lights. Going back into the bag he retrieved a tube of lubricant.

I just set them back on the hook for now and kept walking, my heart beating a little faster. I moved to the toys section next. Rows and rows of vibrators. Some were small and bullet-shaped, others longer and curved. There were ones that looked like they could be worn inside, and a few with rabbit ears. I picked up a sleek purple one that felt smooth and expensive in my hand. Then a smaller one, discreet enough to maybe travel with. My fingers hovered over a display of butt plugs—small ones in soft silicone, some with pretty jewel bases. I picked up the smallest one, turning it over in my palm. It was light pink and looked almost innocent.

My eyes wander, searing for a sign of what it is when I find a small remote on the table! Wait… Is that… He grabs the remote in his big palm and shoves it in his pocket. HOLY FUCK!!!

"In honor of your half century on this earth I've taken the liberty of picking up a little something for you." Dick handed her a small package. "Thanks for reminding me how old I am," she replied. "I really needed to hear that." Julia unwrapped the package and opened the box. Her brow raised. "How lovely, a giant pink sperm." "It's a remote control vibrator," Dick told her. "Very thoughtful," she replied. "And practical. It connects to your phone. You can wear it under your clothes and use it anytime you like while keeping your hands free. No one will ever know."

So I decided to join him and hug him from the side, crossing the space between us until I slept from comfort. I woke up when I felt someone hugging me from the waist, his face buried to the nook of my neck, gently sniffing me and planting small kisses on my skin. I moaned when his hand started caressing my arms down to my waist as it slowly glided up to enter my shirt. I opened my arms and saw Hugo, his eyes watching me like I’m sort of a prey, his hand under one of my breasts when I caught it, stopping him from going further.

He gave Jefferson a bright smile. Hugo sat beside Jefferson and stroked his hair gently; Jefferson closed his eyes. Moments later, Hugo pulled Jefferson's hand. Jefferson listened to the clatter of metal, and as soon as he opened his eyes, Jefferson's handcuffs fell off. Hugo put the cuffs into his pocket and then brought his face closer to Jefferson's; he kissed Jefferson's lips gently. Jefferson kept silent, just looking at Hugo while trembling. “I apologize for the handcuffs. They must be uncomfortable,” said Hugo, then got up.

was his response. The laugh-er was Piper. She abruptly exclaimed, "I don't like hugging people," and then she exited the bedroom. . . . ........