Who’s that girl?
My name (or rather the one I use online) is Marjorie Baldwin Greene, and believe it or not, I’m a very private person. In fact, the reason for this “freebie” url is that I treasure my anonymity so much that I don’t even want to use my own personal domain for the material here. I have other things, public things, that come out of that place, and this stuff is definitely private.
I love to write. I love to just sit down at my computer and start a story with no more idea of what is going to happen than any book I might pull off the shelf at the bookstore. These stories are usually nothing more than pure fantasies, but in many cases, they have been more satisfying (from a purely writing point of view) than my non-adult works.
These stories are not simply about sex. They cover a wide variety of topics and issues, and quite often express my own frustrations with people who consider themselves “open minded,” or “unprejudiced.” Growing up, I found most people to be incredibly blind when it came to real ethics and moral issues. Hypocrisy is always easier than diligence, which is why I would rather be known as a hard-core sinner, than a part-time Christian. Alas, I rant.
While my subject matter may contain sexual situations that are kinky, even outrageous, I try hard not to be vulgar. There are ways to describe things without using words that make a story read like a cheap porno flick, and I will almost always choose a more delicate way of describing something if possible.
I also like to include some kind of plot. These are not simply fantasy accounts of super-slut’s latest conquest, these are ideas or situations that add a certain level of actual interest to the story outside of the sex scenes, even if it’s just dialog.
Almost everything I have written is incomplete, in that it doesn’t have an ending. Most of the time, I simply become bored with a given story and distracted by something else. Sorry, that’s just the way it is. I may let a story sit around for half a year and then pick it up again to write another chapter. If you can think of a good way to end anything that I have written, then drop me a line and maybe I’ll actually finish something.
The images in my sketchbook come from a part of me that I just can’t fully explain. Some of them are fantasies. Some of them are nightmares. The strange part is that even the nightmares usually turned me on. Go figure. I’m a strange girl to be sure, but don’t try to read too much about me from my art. I enjoy drawing, and the sketchbook allows me to let my hair down. I don’t usually take commissions, but if you have a juicy idea that you think follows the subject matter of my work, then go ahead and whisper it in my ear. You can’t shock me, and although I might decline, I’m way too kinky to judge you for it.