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Vicky
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2026-02-12 18:52:25
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Head Over Shoulders Ander
Rustling of the sheets wakes me up. I turn my hungover head to Vicky. We lock gazes but he averts his eyes almost immediately. "Hi." I move closer to him but he's already off the bed. "No morning cuddles I'm guessing.""I have an early morning class Ander. Important things to do." I let him get ready as I stare at the ceiling. I can't remember the last time I drank that much. Probably during Angie's death. My memory is inconsistent because last thing I remember was getting a vodka. I do remember having a fit and also being in the bathroom with Vicky. But they're all a blur. The notification ping of his phone breaks my daydreaming. It happens the first time, second, third and till it's so consistent I want to break the device. I roll to his side of the bed to silence it but realize it's not Vicky's phone but mine. What's crazy is not even the notifications but the device is fully charged. I sure as hell didn't plug it. But why would Vicky? I pick the phone to see what the fuss is al
Head Over Shoulders Vicky
From the number of times I've been admitted into the hospital, you'd think I'd be used to waking up and inhaling the first sting of antiseptic. It gets me every time and now isn't an exception. My head hurts like a bitch and when I try to raise my feet, they feel like I was run over by a truck. I turn my head slightly to the right and I can see someone. It takes my vision a while to clear before the white blob turns out to be a nurse. "Oh, lovely. You're awake," her chirping voice drills into my eardrums. I would've told her off if I didn't feel like shit. I manage a smile though it's nothing close to the massive one on her face. "How the hell did I end up here?"Just then, two old people I have never seen in my life walk in, smiling at me. What is with everyone and smiling? The nurse sees the confusion on my face and speaks,"This is Janet and her husband Ezra. They're the ones that brought you here."The last thing I remembered was fighting with Ander and taking a blow to the hea
Head Over Shoulders Ander
"Mommy." I'm panting like a dog. My vision is blurry, and my legs wobbly, but I can hear the faintest noise. It's not my mother like I had thought. That strangled cry is mine. Why am I crying and why am I hearing myself from the distance?There's fog covering the ground I'm attempting to walk on, so I don't even know where I'm going. It feels like I'm looking for my mother, but I don't know why. "Ander," comes a breathless cry. The voice is somewhere in front of me so I pick up my pace. The faster I run the louder the voice, till I see where it's coming from. I take a quick halt as I stare at what is before —beneath me. My mother's coffin is open, both her arms at either side of the box. She's still bleeding from the cut on her wrist, only this time her blood reeks. "Ander," she says again turning her head to me. "Come to mommy." I know it's not real because my mother looks exactly like she did on her funeral. I shake my head and attempt to run away, but something pushes me right
Head Over Shoulders Vicky
The semester is back in full force, and so are the classes. Moving to a higher year should make me feel more excited than I feel now. I made sure Ander was completely asleep before coming to school to start my administrative processes. Ander and I have this weird rhythm of blowjobs, fingering and intense orgasms that make him breathless. And all of them have him at my mercy. There was once I rimmed him and kept edging till he burst out in tears. I was so startled, I let him cum immediately. And he did and pulsed so violently, I worried if it was a seizure. It's crazy, but it works for us. I'm searching on exciting recipes to try for dinner this evening that I don't realize someone is in my way until I bump into them. The scent hits me first and I tense. "Archer?"He barely smiles at me. I adjust my clothes, though there's nothing to adjust and try walking past him. He covers the door with his damn body so I can't press the code and run the fuck inside. Away from this murderer. "I
Head Over Shoulders Archer
My graduation has to be one of the worst days of my life. Evana and her parents said they'd come a little later because of a family emergency, so I was basically alone in this fucking campus like a complete loser. While others took pictures with friends and families, I was itching for the packet of cigarettes in my pocket. My father, as promised sent me my graduation gift —another car and a ring to propose. He'd talked about proposing to her to keep her down with me and I nodded like I didn't feel vomit recoiling in my throat. A few of the guys I played basketball with come up to me with forced smiles plastered on their faces. I guess news spread fast that I was getting my father's company and now everybody wants to be on my good side. I try my very best to muster a pleasant expression as I look at them. "Hey Arch. Congratulations on graduating," Mike says and I stare at him for two reasons. First, who the fuck is Arch? And second, why congratulate me when you are graduating too?
Head Over Shoulders Vicky
Ander has been asleep for so long, I'm starting to wonder if he's dead. I'm staring at his almost lifeless and nude body. He stirs in the bed, letting me know he's awake but I don't care. My eyes are still planted on him. I stare at his scars, the most prominent one on the side of his body. It's ugly and I know it hurt. I wonder if we were together when he got it. Like a trance, I move closer to it. I know Ander feels me invading his space, but I don't care. I need to touch it. And I do. He hisses but I don't withdraw my hand. If I caused him pain, he deserves it. But he also deserves love and care and things I can no longer offer. My hand runs along his back, tracing every scar I can feel. Some I remember, others are new. "Vicky," Ander barely whispers. His voice coated with something I forgot existed to us. Lust. Pure, raw lust from running my hands down his back. I turn away from his gaze and shake my head, not taking my hands off him. "We're not like that anymore. We can't—"
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