Best Excuses For Hickeys Novels & Stories

I winced as I moved towards the bathroom, I felt so sore and a little bit worn out. I gaped at myself in surprise, hickeys were splattered all over my body. Especially on my sensitive breast. There was a huge one on my navel, and another one in between my thighs. I recognized it as the till pus* y does us apart markings. Just then, I remembered the women back at the Peterson's territory, Mckayla, Maya and the rest. I wish I could see them.

he left the room. Sasha let out the breath she had no idea she has been holding, she turned to the mirror again, her eyes staring at the hickey in horror. She can't believe this, Craig gave her a hickey? How could he give her a hickey? She took off her top to look all over her body, praying not to see another one. But luck wasn't on her side for there was a big reddish mark on her left breast, sobs choked her as she stared at it in the mirror.

Don't tell me you spend the whole day and night fucking some random person? I shook my head. "I wasn't fucking some random person" He raised an eyebrow. "I know a hickey when I saw one" he drew down the zipper of the sweater, his eyes widened at the number of red marks I had on my skin. "Seem like you weren't the doing the fucking part" "It's not the first time you saw hickeys on my skin" He sighed. "I know but next time you disappear, just let me know before I go around campus like a mad man!" He snapped.

I don’t know what is wrong with the twins and their thoughts this morning. “Then why do you hide the proof of what we shared between us?” Xavier fired at me. I don’t know why they both want to pick a fight with me this morning but I don’t have strength for that. “I don’t know what is wrong with you guys today but contrary to whatever you are thinking, I was getting a lot of unwanted stares from people because of it. This is the reason why I want to cover up the hickeys. Not because of any other reason you are thinking in your head.” I state in a hurt voice.

I nod on the first question and then keep on shaking my head. “Kid...you seriously need to work on your excuses. I have an entire list on my desk of the top ten excuses that I’ve ever heard. If you want you can take a look because you seriously need it when it comes to the other teachers. Except for me I always know, but honestly: ''I didn’t know we started 7.30´´ is just lame. I think the number one excuse I have is ''well..3 days ago I was with my obsessed dad in a casino and I played out all of my money so I couldn’t afford taking the bus yesterday..or the day before that and I probably won’t tomorrow´´ and that came from a senior of mine”.

Coco burst out angrily the moment Cara emerged. Cara racked her brain for a believable excuse, "I got drunk and.... accidentally walked into the wrong room," she said, omitting the part of her one night stand. Coco raised a skeptical brow and pointed accusingly at her neck. "Did entering the wrong room give you hickeys too?" Cara frowned and turned to the mirror, her breath hitched. Scattered dark marks stood out boldly against her skin. "Oh God," she whispered, touching them as she cursed Damien in her mind.

she searched my eyes willing me to believe her but, I was still in shock. “Believe me, Kim. You know I will never lie to you. Okay look at this” she pushed her round-necked swead down to show me bites scattered all around her neck. I tipped back in fright. The fuck was that? I know lovers leave Hickey's but that was some deep ass Hickey's. They looked more like a tooth engraved in an unpeeled orange. “Cassandra, you have to leave him. That guy is not good for you. He's a lunatic. He is feeding you with those bullshits to take advantage of you” I careened out hurriedly, fright still written all over my face.

"Okay. Whatever you say." An hour later and after infuriatingly having to Google, "How to remove a hickey?" Veronica knew why Noah had been so smug and agreeable about her removing them. They were basically impossible to remove in a day or even a few days as dark as hers were. While there were many suggestions on how to lighten them, she learned a few things that morning. A hickey was a bruise—popped blood vessels under the skin. Albeit a far more enjoyable way of getting a bruise, it was still just a bruise. And the only realistic way to get rid of it was to conceal it.

I whispered and cursed myself in my head. I took one step at a time, trying my best not to trigger anything to make the pain worse. When I got inside the bathroom, I took off all my clothes and went under the warm water. I feel a little better by just letting the water run through me. Then I suddenly noticed something. I almost wanted to punch myself hard for how stupid I had become last night. I have a lot of hickeys all over me. This is so embarrassing. I let him devour me and it just doesn't feel right. I have a lot of hickeys on my chest, specifically my breasts.

Maybe someday, I’d rub it in his face that I didn’t in fact let myself sleep horny but right now, he doesn’t need to know how unhinged I am. Even though he has been in me. I close my eyes, the vivid flashback revisiting my mind. My physical shortness of breath tells how much effect last night still has on me. I slid my eyelids open, focusing my gaze at Nina. I turn to the mirror, eying my neck. I’ve got hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. On a normal day, I’d leave it for the world to see but not when I’d be sitting a kid. Today, I’ll have a scarf tied around my neck. I raise my hand up to touch Cameron’s love bites. What I’d do to have these all over me again.