Goblin Sex Stories – The Nightgown Thieves

Hannah stood in front of the large gilt mirror in her bedroom, slowly brushing her long blonde hair. She pulled the brush down; tugging her shiny hair straight, but it sprung right back up into bouncy waves when she put the brush down on her night table. She pulled her dress over her head and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, sighing with relief as her restrained chest sprang free.

She admired her body in the mirror, skimming her hands over her curves. She turned and pulled her nightgown out of her wardrobe, shimmying it over her head and down her thighs without mussing her hair. She shivered at the feeling of her feet on the cold wooden floor, raising goosebumps on her arms and hardening her nipples. They poked through the thin cotton of her nightdress, and she pulled back the covers and hopped into bed, snuggling down in the warmth. She sighed and closed her eyes, a smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep.

Someone was touching her, several sets small, rough hands sliding over her bare skin. They gripped her breasts, pinched her nipples, slid into the openings between her legs…She tossed fitfully, arching her back as one of the little hands rubbed against her swollen clit. There were mouths on her too, licking and sucking her naked body in every naughty place until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Her body rippled, a wave of pleasure exploding out from between her legs and ricocheting around her body in the dark quiet of her bedroom…

Hannah sat up suddenly in the dark, looking around her bed and under her blankets. She shivered, the pleasure from her dream still tingling through her body. Pulling the heavy blankets up around her chin, she closed her eyes and tried to forget the strangeness of her dream. Her eyes shot open again as she slid her hand up under her chin. She was naked; her nightdress was gone. She looked down at the floor next to the bed; the gown lay crumpled on the floor. Hannah squeezed her eyes shut and tried to sleep, forcing herself to breathe normally.

When she woke in the morning and stepped out of bed, her feet landed on something soft. She looked down and saw her nightgown on the floor. Heat rushed to her face, reddening her cheeks as she remembered the strange events of the previous night. She had been so frightened by it last night, but this morning it seemed obvious what had happened. Stripping her clothes off and fingering herself under the covers late at night…Hannah’s cheeks burned even brighter. She shook her head and stepped out of bed, pulling her nightgown back on before heading to the shower. She left the water on cold and tried to forget about it.

She went to work at her job at the coffee shop and didn’t think about the strange dream anymore. She poured coffee and made lattes, chatting with customers while the hours ticked by. All too soon the day was over and it was time to ride her bicycle back home. It was drizzling and she was damp, cold and irritable by the time she parked her bike and let herself into the house. She shivered and ran up the stairs, turning on the bath and waiting for it to fill up. She squeezed some scented bubbles into the steaming water and climbed in, sinking to her wait and sighing.

Hannah lay down in the bath, wetting her hair and floating gently in the warm water. Her round breasts were the only thing visible above the water and she pinched her soapy nipples gently, sighing as she remembered her strange, tempestuous dreams. Her hands drifted down her warm, slippery body, brushing against all of her curves gently in the hot water.

She sat up and turned on the tap, scooting her body down and spreading her legs wide so that the warm water rushed between her legs. Hannah tried to breathe normally as the water bore down powerfully on her sensitive button. Her legs shook and she undulated in the water, pinching and tugging at her nipples as the pressure of her climax built.

Hannah gasped, arching almost out of the water as the pressure became almost unbearable and her body clenched and released pleasurably. She came hard, harder even than during her dream last night before relaxing back into the hot water. She sat in the bath for a long time waiting for her breath to slow, thinking about the strange feeling of small hands skimming over her body.

She went to her bedroom after her bath, but instead of her nightgown she pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. It was cold tonight and she felt more comfortable covered up. Heading down to the kitchen she made herself a quick dinner and ate in front of the television, then curling up in her favourite chair with an old, dog-eared book. Hannah stayed downstairs as long as she reasonably could before admitting that it was time for bed.

Creeping up the stairs, she crawled under the blankets fully dressed and shut her eyes, forcing herself to clear her mind and go to sleep. It took her a long time before she could relax enough to doze off.

This time it felt even more real. Hannah struggled as the strong little hands groped her but she couldn’t pull herself out of the dream. Her legs were spread apart and something that felt like a small tongue wiggled between the lips of her pussy, licking and sucking her hungrily. Another mouth closed over a nipple and she arched her back, unable to control herself in face of the pleasure.

She woke this time before her climax, but she couldn’