... such speculation is like staring into the hot white sun. you know the sun is there but you can't see a thing. — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
“How about now,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder. “In my bed.” I put my hands on my hips, staring at him.… — Mary Calmes Copy Share Image
Staring at a hot guy and thinking...We are going to make beautiful babies. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
