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...lean back against the wallpaper and raise my hands above my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I start to say, but then Lee-Lee barges toward me and pulls at my mesh top, gathering it up into her fist. She wraps her hands around my ribcage, tugs her nails in, and my forehead starts to buzz like I know she’s going to kiss...

Author: By FlyByBlog | Title: Fiction Erotica | 4/17/2009 | See Source »

...again Harvard will lean on its big hitters to carry the load. Weissbourd is currently sixth in the nation with 5.28 kills per set, as well as third in the country in service aces and tenth with 1.40 blocks per set. The rookie Jones is second on the team with 3.06 kills per set, and Weintraub is 13th in the nation in assisting his attackers with...

Author: By Dennis J. Zheng, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Crimson Poised To Claim Hay Division | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...tiny attic bathroom with a sharp eave descending over the toilet so I have to hunch to stand under it and squint at the sharp light reflecting off the snow on the roof, through the diagonal glass panes of the window. It hurts so much that I lean my head against this sharp eave for five minutes, to steady myself. Trying again to look out the window, I squint so hard that I can’t tell if it’s actually snowing or just really snowy, and how much of the whiteness is just sun.All I remember...

Author: By David L Rice, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Dawson's Creaak | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...last guy I dated always wanted to put his balls atop my face. I’d lie down and he’d lean over me so that his taint, balls and hairy ass crack were all that I could see. He’d sort of plié down toward me, and I’d have to snap my teeth at his balls, try to catch them in my jaws before he pulled away. That...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...lean back against the wallpaper and raise my hands above my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I start to say, but then Lee-Lee barges toward me and pulls at my mesh top, gathering it up into her fist. She wraps her hands around my ribcage, tugs her nails in, and my forehead starts to buzz like I know she’s going to kiss...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

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