
The stars were at once larger in circumference to her nipples and smaller than that of the breast itself -- leaving only an iris of voloptuous bosom. Though the considerable girth of her breasts (the very same girth that had planted in me the hope that she reveal them in the first place) made it quite impossible for Traci to view the fronts of the obtrusive stars herself, a third person could read, with some clarity, the description begun on her right (my left) breast, "TOO," and concluded on her left (my right), "HOT."
A simple claim, yet one full of erotic wonder: "Too hot." Too hot? Just what were the forbidden pleasures cloaked behind those cursed stars, whose tantalizing words stung like the refusal of some schoolyard scoundrel to share with his playmates the glossy, soft-lit centerfolds of a late-80s pornographic periodical smuggled from his father's sock drawer, that had been deemed "too hot" for the post-broadcast netherworld of 4 a.m. E! programming?
I may never know.
by Streeter Seidell at Fordham
by Patrick Cassels at Purchase College
by CH Staff
Trinity Miracle: End Zone Shot
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A quick look at the themes that didn't make the cut.
Only one path leads to glory. The others lead to certain doom.
Bring home your very own Dramatic Chipmunk, LOLcat, and hamster stuck in a wheel.
When you throw an interception and the DB is allready at the 5 yard line, let him go.
Your Favorite Gangsta's are back Mother Fucker
How do you tell the woman you love that her thingy smells funky?
"It's totally worth it, there's a really neat plaque at the top."