Hickeys

I never really minded hickeys. I don’t think I got my first one until I was 18, and before that I always thought they looked painful. So much the opposite I found out. I am always slightly embarrassed when I get them, but the rest of me is kind of proud.

I always would try to hide them, but enjoyed the attention I got when friends and coworkers discovered them.

I especially enjoyed when Will gave them to me. I liked the idea that he was marking his territory. It also meant that I got a bit of rare action from him. We made it kind of a game, to see who had the most visible hickey. Most of the time it was me because I hickey very easily.

I know a lot of people don’t care about hickeys, and a lot of people find them sleazy. I find it fun to tease friends when I see them trying to hide them.

When Toby came over last week to give me my DVDs back, he was sucking on my neck a lot more than usual. I told him no hickeys. He said if he wanted to give me one, I would have had one already. The next day I noticed the faintest of hickeys. I was kind of amused, though not much. It just made me realize how much trust goes into letting someone kiss/suckle on your neck for them to not give an unwanted hickey.

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