She writes erotic fiction
Sitting around a large oval table, six men looked her up and down thoughtfully. There was no empty seat, so she stood before the table of men with a dry mouth and nowhere to put her hands. This was a problem. Amelia was a known fidgeter, and the dress had no pockets. She made a […]
A story where Tim and Amelia each write a bit with no control over where the other with take it. The beginning is the most difficult part of any endeavor. We are born from the pain and anguishof our mothers and the first thing we do is cry about it. Already life is hard. Already... Continue Reading →
She fell onto the sofa, sipping from her cup and flipping through the pages. It was dense reading, but she soon found herself engrossed with the history of The Sanctuary. She had to admit. It fascinated her. She’d felt the people who had lived there a century before peeking out of the walls as she... Continue Reading →
Amelia didn’t have the stomach to eat anything after a long night of tossing and turning. She arrived at the Sanctuary right on time, and John ushered her to the exact seat to watch the same clock tick nervously by. Paul had put together the perfect ensemble. The dress was just past the knees, flaring... Continue Reading →
Amelia's Mind 