Excuses For Hickeys On Chest Novels & Stories

I know Nicholas cleaned up due to his anxiety towards germs and dirt. I grab some cereal, and milk from the fridge. I don't have the strength to cook right now or even today. I grab my phone and check for anything but nothing. I decided to G****e up something. I had to know what this marks on my body meant and I'm not planning to ask the person that caused it. When I typed it, it brought out some results. It says it's called 'hickey' or 'love bite' to signify others who you belong to. Usually gotten during sex or love making.

What. The. Hell did I do! I stood there, my whole frame reflected on the mirror as I internally screamed, the mess of my body mocking me back. I was covered in sweat, cum and hickeys! A thin sheen layer of sweat dazzling on my forehead as sticky coats of cum, tied my two lips together like a peanut butter jelly sandwich. I stepped closer towards the gigantic full body mirror arched on the wall besides my bed, as I traced the trail of what looked like hickeys across my neck, my bosoms! They were much more prevalent on my chest area, as it was the part where my skin was a bit lighter as it rarely saw the sun, while considering my darker shade that ran through my entire body. Round dark marking

, I gasped when he did that because I felt a tingling in my stomach and wanted him to stop. Shit, I hope I don’t want any hickey. My friends will tease me. . . “Vik, don’t mark me.”, I tried to push him away. He raised his head before leaning back with anger built on his expression. Oh no, someone is mad. . . “Why?”, He asked in anger. Silly him. Doesn’t he understand the simple thing that a temporary red mark will form on my skin, by kissing or sucking? . “Well, there is something called HICKEY, Mister. And you were in full planning to give me one.”, I said boldly, on which his eyes widened in shock. I knew it. My boyfriend is stupid in this section.

why does it hurt? As I was looking at my neck I noticed another red mark, but this time lower; every second I seemed to discover a new mark...what is going on? I take my towel off, exposing my naked body in front of the bigger mirror next to the bathroom door. What the hell? This...is not a hickey right? I seem to have five hickeys in total, one on my neck, the other one right underneath my collarbone, the third one on the right side of my bellybutton, the fourth one on my lower back and the last one...on the inner part of my left thigh!

, I asked him as he dove for my chest and rested his head on mine as I teased his hair gently, he clutched me tightly, like never before. "It's fine, and I'm sorry for not finishing until a couple of hours later", I could tell something was still bothering him, but I knew what kind of man he was and if he said he didn't want to talk about it then, it was best to not ask. "It's okay", I ruffled through his hair as I felt his lips under my exposed t-shirt and as he began to kiss my neck, I wanted to hide immediately. I had faded scars running down my chest and my back, from years ago and he hadn't seen any of them before, I had made sure of it.

Jefri had left a constellation of intense bite marks across the entire expanse of my skin last night. "This... I am merely experiencing a sudden bout of hives, Mom," I lied, my voice trembling. Mom violently brushed my hands aside, inspecting the distinct marks with an even deeper level of scrutiny. "Do not even attempt to make a fool out of me. This looks absolutely nothing like hives. These are unmistakably hickeys, aren't they?" "They aren't, Mom..." I answered, absolute panic invading my register. Mom clamped her hands firmly around my wrists, entirely preventing me from covering my frame any longer. "Be completely honest with me, who did this to you? Was it... that handsome professor?"

It was clear that I needed to take a shower to make myself presentable. I turned from side to side and then around to look at my back. I sighed at the sight of all the love marks that the passionate stranger had left on my body, serving as yet another reminder of what happened between us last night. He truly left many marks on my body as he kissed and sucked intensely on my skin. Hickeys appeared all over my body as if they were small little flowers carefully painted on my skin by an artist. Although it was far from ideal, I felt thankful that I could cover all of them using my clothes. The only exception was the hickey that was on the side of my neck, but using my hair to cover it would hav