i love a good play on words so i used the above for my title…you know, laboring the point. good one i think. you can take the analogy different ways so here are a few i came up with:

  • it’s LABOR DAY and my man is a piece of work!
  • on labor day i rest in the knowledge he’s thinking of me
  • with my man, it’s easy, not like work at all
  • i love our wild sex when my breaths are labored in the best way (wink)

you get the point, right?

honestly, Labor Day doesn’t really mean much to me other than marking the shift in fashion where the “fashion gods” (ruled by Anna Wintour, I suppose) deem it the time women must pack away white clothing and accessories until May. it always catches me off guard how the air (high of 75 instead of 95) just FEELS different now than say, from last week (scorching heat, wretched humidity.)  to paraphrase Dinah Washingtonwhat a difference a week makes!

speaking of, i am still in a daze of the most lovely form…still glowing and smiling from the leap i took into a deeper connection with my man. i could marry him. sigh….but i digress, today was about laboring, LABOR DAY, ok but my mind, writer than i am, my mind went to the idea of work and how being with Richard is anything but effort. it truly flows that easy between us. i love him. madly….(now if only i could tell him that!) but so far, i’m chickenshit. i admit it.

speaking of admitting, i did admit to my man yesterday that i wished he was with me. i said that as i relaxed at a beach in Brooklyn. normally i go to Coney Island and it’s great but it’s a certain kitsch and i just felt like a lil something different so i ventured out to another beach, Rockaway Park. i hopped on the A train and rode that bad boy all the way….wait…that phrase “rode that boy all the way to….” makes me think of Richard. (ha)….

my man is out of town this week to visit his family in TN. he’s a born & raised new yorker but he flies there to spend time with various folks every other month or so.  it was so nice that he called me from LGA before boarding. he always makes me feel special. i mean to take the time to check in with me and let me know i’m on his mind? ladies, is there any other compliment than your man showing his care for you? i melted. so he then left me a cute voicemail a few hours later saying he’s landed and was happy that he’d gotten a free upgrade on his rental car so he was cruising around in a black sports car. i joked that he is “too cool for school” and should be working that oh-so sexy retro “Night Rider” look. HA!!  it’s nice when he travels and checks in with me.

so i was sitting at the beach and took a sunny, breezy pic of me with the ocean behind me. it was a clean, fun picture that i sent to a few friends. within 5 minutes he called me. i’d text’d the pic to him bc i didn’t wanna interrupt him but he was so happy to talk to me. always calling me baby or sweetiepie (my favorite) and telling jokes and/or just phrasing anecdotes in such a way that i laugh.  ladies, again, i ask, is there anything hotter than a man who can make you laugh? as kinky as my man is, he is a GOOD person at his core. that means EVERYTHING to me.  pics relays this. he has a sweet, kind face. he’s just the bees knees. what can i say. (feel free to roll your eyes, i KNOW i’m being a cheeseball but i can’t help it. heck, it took me 40 freaking years to find this gem, i gotta get a little leeway, RIGHT?)

i am giddy at the chance to hear his voice as i’m sitting on my purple striped beach towel as he tells me how he’s only been there 24 hours but already visited tons of family. he’s having a great time and thought when he saw my text that he’d check in with me. i think it’s SO sweet how we are with each other…

i’ve felt lust. i’ve felt love. i’ve felt attraction. but this is more…this is true ADORATION.

i love that my man has longer hair than me. longer fingernails than me. thinner legs than me. all these things turn me on and are recent revelations. i just NOTICE him more, acutely, intently. I TAKE HIM IN.

i miss him. i cannot wait to see him. he doesn’t return for 5 days. when he does, though, i hope he’s well-rested because i am gonna go buck wild. (cue dream sequence music now, please, maestro…)

i want to grab him. pull him towards me. yank down his pants. fiddle with his fly. undo the button. zip down his zipper. rub him, grab his balls, finger around his tights. both thighs.  pull him out then get down on my knees (i’ve been standing until now) and lick the tip. teasing him. intensely focusing on his sexy, perfect, thick cock as well as his sexy moans of absolute bliss and enticement. i love to rub my mouth (one lip, then the other, then both lips) along his shaft up & down then suck on the tip. sometimes at this point he’ll let out one tiny drop, just enough cum to tease me. i get even more aroused because it shows he has that kind of perfect control over his body and mind (due hugely in part by his decade-long love of tantric buddhist spirituality) as well as a delicious grasp of how to prolong the lovemaking to such a level that i’ve never known before. so there i am sucking and licking and rubbing his hips and grabbing his ass while he’s being a good boy (so i tell him) by roughly pulling on my hair with both hands on my head, touching/caressing my ears, my chin, my eyes, my neck and then using both hands to pull my hair TIGHT into pigtails so that once i have my hair pulled like that i am so wet my pussy is dripping down my thighs and i tell him this so he orders me to stand up. he keeps his hands on my pigtails. i stand. i ask him which was he wants it. he orders me to put both my hands on my pigtails, to hold my pigtails for him so he has both hands free to slap me. slap me with one hand, use the other to hold my throat tight. I HAVE NO FEAR. all trust. trust abounds. i moan deep. SO DEEP when he slaps me. then he orders me back down. says to turn around, my back facing him as he walks me to the chair and tells me i will bend over now. i do. i tremble with delight and anticipation. the padding on the chair beckons me to go on a journey of abandon, NO LOOKING BACK (figuratively or literally)…he handcuffs each of my wrists to the sides of the chair arms. with each ‘click’ of the cuffs my pussy responds with wetness, more wetness. bent over, cuffed at the wrists, i ask him to take me to my happy place. he says, in a booming voice that resonates with me then and now, DID I ASK YOU TO SPEAK? i said no, no baby, i just want you. well daddy wants to play more first. you must wait. i say yes. yes baby. he goes and gets lube and/or various toys. he gets my riding crop. spanks me with it and uses the end (padded heart-shaped end) to tease my pussy. the riding crop he rubs on my left lip, my right lip and does it so skillfully i can FEEL my pussy swell…all this time we are talking naughty but in the sexiest way I’ve ever done it and heard it.e it’s tit for tat. he leads (as usual) and i just respond to his requests. while i am bent over, he says he wants to see my lily white ass so he pushes up my skirt and says “oh what a bad girl you are, no panties you bad girl? you came to me assuming i’d fuck you? well then you are one smart lady because that is exactly what i am going to do”…then just hearing that i squeal like a pig. sheer delight. my eyes are rolling back in their heads. it’s rapturous! still bent over, cuffed at the wrists, he uses the crop and spreads my legs. tap tap. my right leg goes out. tap tap. my left leg out now so that i am totally HIS.  then he slides in hard as steel and goes in and out, thrusting once. i beg for more then he says yes but first i want to play. he slaps my thighs with his dick and rubs it on the outside of my asshole. YOU TEASE! i shout….yes i am but you LOVE it….again my pussy drips…then he rubs his hands along my legs starting at my ankles then all the way up one leg then the other then starts pounding my pussy from behind so good i make sounds i never knew i would.  then he unlocks my cuffs and tells me to stand. i can barely do it because my legs are jelly. i turn around, face him but look at his chest. he says look at my face. i do. I MELT. i say please let me please you. he says what would you do for me, would you perhaps let me shove my cock in your mouth? i said yes. he orders me to sit on the chair, lay back, spread my legs. he comes to me and grabs my neck hard. my hair is a hot mess. a tangled mess. he takes one hand and wraps it around the back o f my neck to guide my face towards him. i lean in. sitting but leaning forward to my face meets his cock. he’s standing firm and pushes my face on him. the sucking sounds send me through the roof. i want to cry. i am so moved. i am so hot i come out of my chair. NO he says. stay seated. i have more plans for you, missie. thank you for sucking me. HOW DO I TASTE? i say his cock is delicious. pulls my mouth off him so that he can slap my cheek with his cock. he slaps my nose with his cock. he rubs it along my chin, jaw line and forehead. it’s hard but the skin against skin is nice.  sexy & nice. he bends over and kisses me like NO ONE ever has before. then he kisses my face. “YOU ARE A SEXY WOMAN….who is my fucking HOT baby? answer me!” i reply “I AM YOURS BABY….TOTALLY.” my breathing is shallow. quick. i talk to him in that sexy breathless way. i am utterly HIS. then he straddles me and starts kissing my ears and licking my ears, my neck and puts his tongue in my left ear then right…..then i lie down on my back and he uses a black satin sash to tie my hands together. he brags one arm then the other and i am lying there on my back with my arms above my head, black satin-tied at the wrists…then he sucks my nipples. then he straddles me, inches his way up so i am poised to take him in. he shoves his cock in my mouth and the back of my throat feels it. i used to gag but he says what a good dirty girl i am that i can take it now and he makes that special moan he only does when his cock hits my throat. he goes insane with desire. at the position i’m in, i can’t move much. i AM his. wholly his. he keeps talking dirty and sweet. he loves fucking my mouth. he’s fucking MY MOUTH, i am not fucking him. i am receiving. pure and simple. he says how pretty my face is. i can say nothing. his balls i can feel on my jaw, chin, neck. he’s fucking my mouth and my lips are so wet. when he comes, he starts while in my mouth then pulls out so it’s oozing all over. he says over and over GOOD GIRL GOOD GIRL….i lick my lips. i can’t believe how much his cum is all over my face. my whole face looks like a glazed donut. the next day my face is soft as a baby.  i wonder if cum has moisturizing properties because i swear after he gives me a cum facial my skin is SO soft the next day!

i miss him. i’ll see him in a few days. he is worth the wait…but on this LABOR DAY i rest calmly in the certainty that he feels the same way about me as i feel for him…..like with sex, attraction and attention is always best when mutually enjoyed.


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