#cottonpickin

[growninhaiti]

Just minding my business and picking some cotton from my cotton trees. I had some guest recently who were amazed that cotton can grow so tall and without thorns. Makes you wonder why the short, thorny variety was the chosen crop to grow during slavery. I wonder.... #growninhaiti #cotton #cottonpickin #organic #heirloom #tall #reach #haiti #ayiti #nogmos #nopesticides #noherbicides #homestead #permaculture #sustainable #harvest

[spanky606]

@Regranned from @mycherieamour77 - Nah bruh man, you can't keep the cotton 😅 They played them kids for free child slave labor. #pickingcotton #cottonpickin #racistfieldtrip #alabama #slave #childslavery #americanslavery #slavery #americanhistory #blackhistory #pickabailofcotton #fieldtrip #fieldnigga - #regrann

[kvltklvb]

cottonpickin’ by mickey hawks & the night raiders

[duffertube]

▶️ Mickey Hawks & The Night Raiders - Cottonpickin’ (1959)

Source: rocky-52.net

[morningcapture]

Cottonpickin’ Chickenpickers (1967)

[odk-2]

The Night Raiders - Cottonpickin' (1959) Bill Ballard from: "Hidi Hidi Hidi" (w/ Mickey Hawks: Vocals) / "Cottonpickin'"

Personnel: Bill Ballard: Guitar Mickey Hawks: Piano John Owens: Bass Bob Matthews: Drums

The Night Raiders

[takoyakipunk]

WAIT A COTTONPICKIN MINUTO FRIENDERINO. IS CLEMEN BI?! PLEASE SAY YES.

[your-final-answer]

Cottonpickin’ Chickenpickers - Mondopiece Theatre

Today’s comedy youtube review is like Hee-haw for the dark night of the soul.

[mihasznamimoza]

…és nem lehetetlen a tempót még fokozni! NEM ÁM! Az a bréking, hogy beoltanak holnap elvileg, az utána következőkben meg medvék hátán gyiázva fogok közlekedni, az csak a jajjdekár, hogy megélni ebből nem lehet, menő (lesz) viszont legalább rohadtul! Legtrúbb hómlesz én leszek egész bépén, erre lehet számítani! (1959)

[plagueofchaos]

Lester Sinclair - Low Lights

There isn’t enough Lester Sinclair love in my opinion so I’m dishing out something from my private collection of fics. It’s soft. It’s sweet. Just some SFW fluff that’s actually one of three parts, but they’re nsfw and IDK how this one is going to go over. I hope you enjoy <3

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“Lessy, I’m home!” You chirped struggling with the paper bags full of groceries. “They had that banana pudding ice cream you like!” When he didn’t answer you a pang of concern struck your gut. It was weird for him not to want to go to the store with you, weirder that he wasn’t waiting outside to help you with the bags, and now things were disturbing he didn’t seem to be home at all. You’d driven his truck, it’s not like he could have gone anywhere. 

You jumped when the radio in the bedroom suddenly blared to life, the sound of a guitar raked against your eardrums “Ah, shit!” You saw Lester’s hands fumble with the volume nob turning it up before he managed to turn it down. “Les?” “Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low. Put some music on that’s soft and slow,” He appeared in the doorway giving his best rendition of Bo’s signature lean. “‘Ey there,” He paused for a second trying to scramble up a nickname for you since he normally just called you by your name. “Punkin’!” 

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Hey? I got your ice cream.” His eyes lit up. “You did?!” For a second he forgot about his plan and went to help you, but stopped himself. “That’s real kind of ya…” He glanced down. “Sweetpea.” “Mhmm.” You gave him an incredulous look. What was the little man up to? He bit his lip starting to sway to the music while clearly trying to not grin like the goober he was. “I best be payin’ back that sugar.” 

He began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Dagnabbit…” He accidentally popped a button but he got them all and let his shirt fall down to his elbows before starting to dance again. “There’s no hurry. Don’t you worry. We can take our time.” Lester gave you a wink then gave you a toothy grin. He’d brushed his teeth. You looked him over and realized he was clean, his hair was still damp. Oh. Suddenly his actions seemed yards less silly and more titillating. Usually he was too shy to even initiate a kiss. What was going on?

He bit his bottom lip shimming his shirt off and tossing it aside. He’d put on suspenders instead of opting for his usual alligator skin belt. Les wiggled his eyebrows at you giving them a pop against his chest. You felt the bag slip from your grip slightly. “Les, I-” You found yourself unable to finish your sentence because he’d began gyrating his hips. Your face starts burning as your eyes lock on his pelvis. “Ain't nobody ever love nobody the way that I love you. We're alone now you don't know how long I've wanted to lock the door and turn the lights down low.” 

Lester ran his hands up his thighs to the hem of his stained undershirt slowly gathering it up revealing inch by inch his usually hidden pale skin. You’d never seen him shirtless before. All you two had ever done was kiss before Les would clam up and shut down. He pulled the ratty sleeveless thing off and toss it with the other. He was actually impressively well toned, but then again his job had him heavy lifting most of the day. You were staring at his pale stomach when you saw his hands snaking down to slip his thumbs behind the suspenders, running them up and down a few times while swaying his hips back and forth. 

You were in such a state of shock that your shy little Sinclair was being so risque you barely noticed him inching closer to you with every movement of those ungodly hips. 

The moment he flicked one those suspenders loose like it wasn’t a thing the groceries hit the floor. Something broke, you didn’t care what. “Lester.” You gasped your hands coming up to your mouth. He was hot. Why was he so hot? Gosh, he was...wow. Your brain wasn’t working quite right at this point.

 “Easy there, honey bun,” He cooed beaming with pride he’d gotten you so flustered. He popped the clasp open on the other suspender and wiggled his tanned shoulders so both of them would fall to his sides. “We ain’t even in the thick of it yet.” You weren’t one hundred on if you could even walk at the moment. “I've been thinking about this all day long, never felt a feeling that was quite this strong. I can't believe how much it turns me on just to be your man. I can't believe how much it turns me on just to be your man.” His pants hit the floor the moment he let go of them revealing his new boxer briefs, they were a soft green with little smiling frogs and tiny pink water lilies on them. . He’d not really meant for that to happen, but he covered it up  like a champion not letting his insecurity get the best of him in order to make this night real special for some reason while kicking his legs free. “I-I got another surprise waitin’ on ya. Right on back here, I-” He took a deep breath looking back to you from the bedroom. “Oh, ain’t no rush. Come ‘ere.” 

You didn’t react right away so he brought his hands up and beckoned you to him. “‘Mere, punkin.” You did as he bade after your brain clicked into gear. “There they are.” Lester purred as you stumbled into his arms. “You sure feel nice.” He smelled so good, some special soap he must have bought. Your eyes rolled back a little as he pressed sweet wet kisses into your chest and neck. “What’s gotten into you?” You couldn’t help, but ask feeling his arms wrap around your hips. 

“Don’t like it?” Les asked pulling back with a hint of fear in his voice. “No, no! I love it.” You assured getting that sweet smile back nice and quick. “You’ve just never...been like this.” “Well, tonight’s special.” “I-It is?” Lester tsk’ed then grinned taking your hand in his. “Come on now,” He led you back to the bedroom where to your shock and awe he’d cleaned. All his little projects were hidden away somewhere and at least thirty candles all burned at once and the few scented ones gave the room that usually reaked of death and bile the sweet scent of apple pie. 

He’d even gone out to the crab apple tree and collected hundreds of little blooms to litter the room and bed with. “Happy one month anniversary.” Lester whispered excitedly bouncing on his toes. “I know it’s a bit silly since it’s only been one cottonpickin’ month, but I ain’t never had someone stay with me this long and I...well ya mean the world to me. I just wanted to show ya how special ya are to me…” 

Sweet happy tears bit at your eyes while you took it in. “This is beautiful, Les.” He pulled you in close. “I think I might love you.” was all he said before pressing his lips to yours for a soft deep kiss.

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[kellebjammin]

Cotton pickin’ time! I love that my new jammin’ kitchen is close to a cotton field! I love being from cotton country! #blueskies #cottonfield #cottonpickin #livelovelubbock #lubbock #cotton #westtexas (at Kelle B Jammin')

[arango54321]

@Regranned from @chididdy26 - @Regranned from @mycherieamour77 - Nah bruh man, you can't keep the cotton 😅 They played them kids for free child slave labor. #pickingcotton #cottonpickin #racistfieldtrip #alabama #slave #childslavery #americanslavery #slavery #americanhistory #blackhistory #pickabailofcotton #fieldtrip #fieldnigga - #regrannleearango123 - #regrann #repost @leearango123 (@get_repost ) (at New Edge Barbershop)

[wrightdogg]

#cottonpickin

[hippiewalrus]

Picked some cotton the other day for @dkgarcia2012 to contribute to her fall decorating. You haven't lived until you have picked cotton. It's no joke! Smells amazing too. #alabamasnow #cottonpickin #autumn🍁 #doityourself #cotton (at Moulton, Alabama)

[sabrinafashionsens]

Cotton Fields 🇺🇸🎶💕 || #cottonpickin #cottonfield #love #traveldiary #travel #roadtrip #clarksdale #clarksdalemississippi #travelblogger #usa #mississippi #cotton #usa #sablooks #sabrinafashionsensaroundtheworld (at The Shack Up Inn)