A third party alternative

I don’t usually get into politics, but what we have to choose from is like evil versus stupid. You can choose who falls in which category. But I’ve recently been introduced to a third party candidate that I rather like when it comes to most of his issues. If you’re one who is disenchanted with our choices, go a check out this other candidate.

Issues

Again, I’m not trying to start a political debate, just wanting to make people aware that there is a third choice if you dislike our prominent​ parties.

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Another installment of Grayson and Matilda

Grayson told Matilda not to move and stepped into a room adjoining his, presumably the bathroom. He came back with a clean washcloth and wiped her back off. The warm, wet towel felt nice against her skin and so did his hands. After cleaning her up, he ran his hands from her shoulders to her ass, growling deep in his belly. “Matilda, I hope you know how fucking sexy you are.” He helped her up and laid her down on top of the bed. Then he laid down beside her, covering her with his arm and leg. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” Matilda was still in a state of euphoria and hadn’t heard his comment.
“Do you know how sexy you are? Because if you don’t, I’m going to have to make it my mission to tell you and show you all the time. Because damn, Mattie, you’re hot!” She blushed all over again, and he grinned down at her. “You’re beautiful when you’re that color pink.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.
She giggled as she turned to face him. “You’re the only person who thinks that, Grayson. But thank you for thinking it.” She placed a feather light kiss on the corner of his lips.
He leaned in closer to her, his hazel eyes gleaming, “You are the most beautiful creature on this planet. And you’ll be mine.” He kissed her hard as his hands grazed over her body. His hungry hands slid down her body, lingering on her breasts and down to her hips, then delving into her heat, getting soaked by her juices. She moaned against his lips when his fingers turned up and began to slowly rub against the front wall, igniting a new sensation within her. She pulled away from his kiss, dragging a jagged breath in. Not stopping, his lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, toward her breasts. Her hips swayed with his fingers inside her, moaning loudly, making him hard.
“Oh God, Gray. You are amazing.” A light sheen of sweat started to pop up all over her skin as her pending orgasm grew. His mouth made its way down to her pelvis and he landed butterfly kisses across the slightly opened lips, sliding his tongue leisurely across her clit.
Her nails scratched across his scalp as she kneaded his hair, wanting more but not demanding. His thick cock slapped against her calf as he repositioned himself closer to her. She started running her leg up and down, creating friction, enlarging him still. He moaned against her, vibrating her clit, sending her over the very perilous ledge he’d been keeping her on. Her pussy clenched his fingers hard as she moaned loudly, pulling him deeper.
He slid his fingers out and lifted both her legs up, holding her ass in mid air. He knelt between her legs staring at her beautiful body, savoring what he had done to her. Her eyes pleading with him, her lips repeatedly moving with no sound, ‘Please’ she was begging. He slowly slipped his throbbing cock inside her and immediately had to still himself. “Please come inside me. If you’re clean, I won’t get pregnant. Finish in me, please.” Her blue eyes pleading again. She needed him to claim her as much as he needed to claim her completely.
He shoved the rest of the way in and pumped in and out vigorously. Her body wanted him, squeezing him, milking his cock for what it wanted. Her moans became louder as he pushed her legs closer to her body, opening her up, making it tighter. She scratched her nails down his chest and he groaned with pleasure as her body spasmed around him over and over. Then it happened, the Earth tilted on its axis and light broke across her eyes as a new, unknown orgasm crashed into her like a MAC truck. She screamed his name and caught his shoulders to try and ground herself as her body rioted against him. “MINE!” he growled as he came hard inside her, filling her with everything he had.

Hot

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The storm hit fast

Taking the lights and air with it

He was gone chasing

She was home melting

The stagnate Texas heat

Draped her like a glove

The windows open

Light breeze flowing

Until she couldn’t take it anymore

Cloth after cloth fell to the ground

Revealing her hot skin to the breeze

She lay under the window

Hoping for more

Praying for relief

She dozed in the midnight hour

Waiting for him to come home

Too hot and sticky to care how he found her

He watched her slumber from the door

Her ample breasts heaved with her every sigh

Light sheen of sweat built across her body

His fingers itched to touch her

His mouth watered to taste her

His ears burned for the sound of her moans

He wanted to be blinded by the sight of her cumming

He wanted to smell their sex fill the room

He divested

Climbed into bed

Covered her body

Her moans came quick

His expert fingers and mouth on the prowl

Her small hand searching

Finding its purpose

Squeezing and pumping him

Wanting more, needing more

Throwing her legs up

Thrusting inside her

Over

Over

Over

Again

Screams, moans, sighs

Heat rolling out into the rain-soaked Monday

Multi-tasking

I don’t know about anyone else, but I have learned that I am HORRIBLE at multi-tasking. I can’t do it. If I have too many irons in the fire, something normally gets burned.

For me recently, it’s been my blog. I hate that I have allowed my readers and followers down. I have dropped the ball on you.  But if it’s any consolation, I have dropped the ball on a lot of people. It happens every year around this time.  I literally forget to call my family. My mother will call me out of the blue and say, “Just checking to make sure you’re alive. I haven’t heard from you in three weeks.”

As most of you know, I’m a school teacher by trade. The spring is the hardest time of year because we have testing. I am a tested subject so that means that I am side-tracked and distracted most of the spring time with work stuff. Plus my crochet business blew up for a couple months and my daughter’s birthday is today. We had her party last weekend and I will be sharing photos soon. Now that the orders have slowed, and the party and testing are over, maybe I’ll be able to get back to writing on a more regular basis.

I know this is a sad apology, but that is what I’m saying to my readers and followers. I’m sorry that I fell off the blogging world, but I’m back from the black hole I call Testing Hell.