Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

He said and stood up. I saw this as the opportunity I had been looking forward to. “Let me help you.” I said quickly and also got up. “There is no need to…” he tried to protest but I was already standing behind him. I helped him take off the furry coat and in the process slipped something inside its pocket. So he won’t notice, I gently hugged his waist while at it. “You smell nice,” I whispered. Although I was saying that to take his attention off what I was slipping into the Shuba pocket, it was also a genuine compliment. His cologne was so masculine and seductive.

He was pale, thin, and wore a hoodie that read “I void warranties.” ​This was Cipher. Helen’s guy. ​“You’re sure this will work?” I asked, my hand resting protectively over the small silver locket lying open on the table. ​Inside the locket, where a picture of Jerome usually sat, was a micro-chip. It was smaller than a fingernail, flat and black.

My grip on my glass gets tight, and my entire body seizes. *Is it THAT kind of party,* Hope asks, nervous. Goddess knows our mates won’t be happy if it is! I make a face as she then reaches for my hand, but I let her take it. The device is soft looking, purple and about the size of a small breadstick. But it’s got a hole on one side. It comes to life as she sticks the hole on my finger, and I immediately gasp. “You put this against your clit and just wait for the oohhhs,” she says, as I pull my hand away.

“I want one that I won from this f*cking device.” I snatched his wallet and dropped some coins in it and focused my attention on it. My claw grabbed a teddy bear and I moved it very carefully to the dispenser, it dropped before it could get there but on the bright side it was closer to the dispenser, so I grabbed another coin and dropped it in. The claw grabbed the teddy bear and placed it in the coin slot. I looked at it and then at him. I swear that I could hear him purr or something like that, I’ve heard dogs do it, or maybe I was all in my head. I don't know anymore.

He asked. I hadn't because I had thought he must be joking. I mean, it couldn't be anything today? Or maybe it was... "What's so special today? Is it your birthday?" I asked. If it was, I'm sure I felt like the worse friend. I didn't even wish him. But then, I didn't even know. "Of course not, today was International Hug Day. A special day. I couldn't have not celebrated it, could I?" He asked still not letting me go.

The system auto-logged out with a small message in the corner, "Session expired due to dual device access. Please verify identity" I froze. Someone else was accessing the same channel. At the same time. I immediately shut off the device, disabled all wireless networks in the room, and turned around. My breathing quickened, though my face remained unreadable. At that very moment, the door opened. Hugo stood at the threshold. No jacket. Just a white shirt and a sharper gaze than what he usually brought home. "I forgot something," he said, then smiled faintly. "My phone"

Close enough that any movement would seem affectionate rather than suspicious. My heart pounded. One wrong move and everything would fall apart. Then, during a brief moment when he slipped his phone back into his pocket, I made my move. The recording clip vanished into the pocket of his jacket. The entire action took less than a second. Adrian didn't react. Didn't pause. Didn't even look down. To him, the touch probably felt like I was holding onto him. Seeking comfort. Being clingy. Anything but what I had actually done. Relief flooded through me. It worked. At least for now. I resisted the urge to look back at the pocket. That would only draw attention.

She didn’t pull away, and we sat there, close to each other for a long moment before I had an idea. “How about I show you what I do?” I said. “What, are you going to rob the place? Please, don’t.” “No, but I’ll pickpocket someone.” She laughed. “Seriously?” “Seriously. I’ll give back whatever I take. You ever see it before?” “No, and I don’t want to.” I slid off my stool. “It’s all about misdirection. Sort of like magic that way, you know? You make them look at something, so they don’t feel it when you grab their wallet.”

that everyone has, it's just that she's too sensitive. - Um, um. The first sounds rang out, so Riffen took advantage of the opportunity. That finger continued to gently touch and then play with those two small lotus seeds. Then he used his whole hand to dive into Doris's overflowing breasts one by one. The smile on Riffen's face seemed to be extremely excited. But on the contrary, because Doris was tied up, her whole body was uncomfortable, but following Riffen's movements, she shivered all over.

he growls in that sexy voice. I’m still hazy-headed when I turn off the vibrator and open my eyes again. Pure electrical pleasure burns in every cell of my body. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I stare at the webcam, clearly rendered speechless. My mysterious benefactor laughs softly. “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight. I’ll be seeing you.” My heart skips. “Wait! Don’t go yet,” I plead. “What’s your name?” “Deep Pockets. For now,” he says cryptically.