The Colorado Columbine has five blue-purple petals. Inside of those is a second set of lighter blue petals. The stamen are a bright yellow contrast. It's Colorado's state flower that likes to grow in shaded montane forests. There was a whole patch behind the Greyhound bus stop, that singular white post with the jumping dog sign on top. There was a spot of de...
Being a freelance photographer, I had many subjects that I photographed. I stumbled into taking photos of horses and riders quite by accident. I moved into a small town in a more rural part of Southern California. There were multiple ranches and orchards in the area. I went exploring to get the lay of the land and see if there was anything worth photographin...
I am one of those women who used to be referred to in hushed tones at the church women's group and the CWA (Country Women's Association) scone judging as 'the other woman' and in the press which delighted in reporting such matters as divorce cases, as 'the co-respondent' and in men's clubs as 'the mistress' or 'his bit of fluff' or 'his bit on the side'. All...
It was the first time I dared riding a racing motorcycle, something I had always dreamed about. The power of the engines, the strength of the frames, and the breathtaking speed had always thrilled me: These motorcycles had always reminded me of graceful predators, cheetahs for the racetrack. I had spent many hours admiring those motorcycles, dreaming of...
Introduction Sarah Patterson is a 35 year old mother of two, happily married to Bryan for 11 years, together for 13. He is a hard working carpenter with his own business. A successful business and one that affords them a very comfortable lifestyle, a nice 4 bedroom detached house in a leafy rural suburb of Birmingham and a luxury holiday caravan in the York...
Bright lights, warm evening, downtown in Indianapolis by myself. Well, sort of by myself. The other two dozen guys were back in the rec center getting ready for the last night of our two weeks trip to the New Mexico where we had hiked the mountains. We had seen all the sites, bought souvenirs, unfortunately I have to admit we shoplifted a couple for exciteme...
Copyright by Laila432, thank you for reading. Every character is over 18 of age. ***** I was running as fast as I could and my pride sped up to match me. We were running away so that our enemies wouldn't catch and kill us. In our cat-form we were faster than them but they already had our territory so they were stronger. It was in the middle of the nig...
After a 24 hour shift I was looking forward to 48 off. As I was pulling away from the station my cell phone rang, the voice on the other side said: hey man how's it going? I had been chatting on SLS with a couple from a community just down the road from the station. As with most invites and email I took it lightly knowing that most were nothing more than ju...
Welcome to the picturesque town of Hooterville, population 1298. Situated in the boring backwoods of the American rural country, take East Tapp Rd out of New Witchshire for about 23 miles, and then take a left on to state road 33 for quite a few more miles. But then you get to city limits at Camden Crossing Rd, cross the Montgomery river, named so for a loca...
Gina Rockridge sat in the old, rusted, nearly collapsing folding chair, next to the equally disheveled folding table in the middle of her kitchen. Her face was buried in her hands as her tears flowed from her eyes, down her reddened cheeks crashing onto the ugly, cracked, black and white tiles that checkered the floor. She was at her wits end. It was the...