Excuses For Hickeys On Chest Novels & Stories

I stumbled forward, knowing that May will get impatient if I didn't go downstairs within the next fifteen minutes. In the dim light of the bathroom, I tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the counter. My gaze flickered to the mirror, and my heart sank as I caught sight of myself. There they were—hickies scattered across my neck, my chest, my ribs. Some faint, others unmistakably dark. Evidence of the night I wanted so desperately to erase. I reached out hesitantly, fingers brushing against the marks. They burned beneath my touch, not from pain but from the memory they carried. Each one felt like a betrayal etched into my skin, a reminder that I couldn’t take back no matter what happ

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Really? Did you think that I wouldn’t be able to spot the hickeys on your neck just because you started wearing scarves and turtlenecks? You do remember that you still have to take off your clothes and multiple times while you’re struggling to pull your sweater over your head, I’d see hickeys dotting your neck. The first time I saw them it happened so quickly that I dismissed them as insect bites but they’ve become a regular occurrence. So apart from your neck and collars, what else is Felix sucking on?”

"Then why are you still asleep at eleven AM? We could play this game for as long as you want Rlrna but you really need to know I’m playing dumb on your behalf.” My stomach dropped… Riley was on to something. "That wasn't—we just had a late night. Working and I got the day off to do whatever I being on business trips doesn’t mean I have to be at his beck and call every bloody minute Riley.” I sneered, lying through my fucking teeth. "Working, is that what you call the hickeys trailing down your chest?" Riley asked. I looked down cursing in my head. My shirt was unbuttoned. Three purple marks. One on my collarbone. One between my breasts. One low on my ribs where his mouth had sucked while he

She shook her head off those thoughts and continued with her shower. She dried herself, came out of the shower and took a look at the mirror. She gasped as she saw the number of hickeys Ryan left on her. She had about four on her neck and uncountable on her breasts and chest area. Sure she would not be able to wear clothes that exposed her neck or cleavage for a few days.

I gasp and walk closer to the mirror examining myself. There are bruise marks on my hips where Aless held me as he roughly thrusted into me. My wrists are red from his belt binding them together. I turn to see my ass littered with hand prints. The hickeys covering my neck, stomach, breasts and inner thighs are a dark purple and pink. My thigh and dark marks on them. Funny thing is, I can't help but feel turned on by all of it. None of these marks were born from abuse or malice, but from raw love and lust.

She looked down at her wine glass, coughing slightly. "Seriously, it was nothing. We just relaxed by the beach. We didn't really do much." Billie let out a loud scoff, and Kim practically choked on a fry. "You did nothing?" Billie leaned across the table, deadpan. "Tess, your foundation and contour couldn't even cover those hickeys on your collarbone. You look like you got attacked by a vampire." Tessa gasped, her hand flying up to her neck, frantically pulling her shirt collar higher. "Shit."

Emily advised "Hmmm that doesn't actually sound bad, I'll do it" I agreed and was about going when she pulled me back "Hey not so fast, you gotta give me the full deets about all that went down" Mily said giggling a bit "Nothing serious" I lied "That's strange cause i can see visible hickeys on your neck" She pointed out "It only means you're now seeing things then" I said still lying trying to cover up the hickey with my shirt collar as i walked to the sitting room

Sadie said. “And are you that stupid to not be able to differentiate between matting marks and hickeys! I just gave you a hickey on your neck! You won't get pregnant just with red marks like that! And the reason why I'm in your bed without clothes is because you have to feel my scent to relieve the pain in your body, don't you remember last night you wet the sheets and I had to change them twice! If I didn't do that maybe I could make it up until morning and you were the one who pulled me into bed, you even kissed me first last night, I'm sure you won't remember that, but because of your kiss you almost set my fire on fire but luckily I immediately realized that maybe We might regret it if t

We remained silent. My heart pounded in my chest as we waited for them to finish their business and leave, but a soft chuckle from Kingston made me curious. My brow cocked as I followed his gaze. It fell on my neck and chest. Another look at it, and I saw red spots littered around my skin. Fucking hickey! “Kingston!” I scolded him, tapping his chest in annoyance as I pushed him away. “I said no hickey.” I was fucked. How would I go back to face everyone?

Leaving all of these marks on my body, he'd probably be laughing if he saw me trying to hurriedly hide them. "You could've at least texted me that you weren't going to be able to speak to me for a few hours." I put makeup all over my chest and stomach. "I know, I know. I'm sorry for not letting you know." After I finished with that, I slipped on leggings to hide the hickeys on my thighs. "I just wanted a break from everything and getting drunk and turning my phone off was how I wanted to do it." I pulled a shirt over my head and walked out. Oliver was sitting on the bed, still slightly angry, and I smiled a bit as I walked over to him. I straddled his lap and kissed his forehead. "Sorry."