Aj. Thomas
Bio
I am a lover of life, my family and words. A wordsmithstress if you will. WIth everything I write from poetry to erotica each work becomes a piece to my life's puzzle. Turn your wounds into words and your pain into poetry.
Stories (13/0)
Spank My Amp
“Backstage pass please” I fumbled around in my clutch for the tag that Leon gave me so I could get backstage before his gig started. Where was it? I know I Put it in my wallet. Which is in my other purse. “Damnit, I left it in my other purse. I have it, I promise, I just left it at home 300 miles away. I am here to see a friend of mine. Leon Masterson” I whined to the big bouncer guarding the bands' entrance door.
By Aj. Thomas11 months ago in Filthy
Best of In-Tensions Chapter 2
Scrambling to find her wits from what she just witnessed, Athena struggles to find the keys to her car. Unlocking the door, she climbs in hot pink stiletto heels first. Followed by her tan, slender legs adorned by a black lace garter equipped with a snub nosed 38 special. Last years low cut, backless charity gala mini dress, she somehow managed to squeeze into conformed to her body like a glove. She seated herself slammed the car door, fastened her seat belt inserted her key into the ignition, fired up the engine, threw the car in reverse and sped out of the driveway.
By Aj. Thomasabout a year ago in Filthy
Broken Hearts and Band-aids.
Severed flesh, dripping bandages with blood, the mender of your wounds standing over you to sew you up as you lie on the stretcher at your local hospital. That's what most people think of when you think of someone who has been wounded beyond repair. This is not always the case. Your soul can be wounded beyond any repair. A wound that no ER doctor can repair.
By Aj. Thomas2 years ago in Families
