I took this pic (below this post) of my sweet MSR when we were upstate in late summer. We shared a house with a friend and my dog and had a sweet time but never had enough private time. I want to take her away on a romantic get-away and it's long overdue. I want to spend 3 days in bed and order in food and champagne and love the shit out of her. I would gladly crawl to be with her, no matter how far. I could bound over rivers if I could see her on the other side.
I would fly if she were in the heavens. Her touch, her kiss, her sultry and clever heart is my inspiration.

what it truly means when daddy serves

Between friday and sunday, my head went from feeling small to spacious. My darling MSR was preparing for the NYC Marathon all year and about 3 weeks ago she suffered a groin strain. It set her back but never out of it. She was determined to race. On top of all this, we were fighting and it took a toll on her. I was too blind to see it. I was small minded. Friday night she made it clear and I was ashamed of myself. I was determined to bring my daddy to the forefront and take care of her. I summoned and found the strength even though I had been shamed and scolded and felt terribly dejected.

I talked with a friend and began to see what I needed to do. Breathe. Stay calm. Give her the easy things with kindness.

After the door was locked, I thought I would not be able to hold it together. Yet, I found a voice inside me to help me shake off the doubts. Let's talk about our problem later MSR and let's focus on your race day. I took her to the olympic trials being held in central park to watch the best of the best men compete. It was exhilarating and inspiring for both of us, but really it was the best way for MSR to really start the focus on her. Coffee and breakfast in our bellies, we went home to put MSR back to bed for more rest. I was cleaning up and working a bit on my stories when she asked me if I be persuaded to lay down with her for a nap. Anything you want MSR. This is your time.

We decided where to go for early pasta dinner. We had to get up at 4 am sunday to get the Verrazano. We had a lovely time. We even felt okay talking about what had happened friday and what we needed to work on.

Race day is exciting. I get so revved up and I am not the one racing. MSR is so methodical. She has all her gear ready. She knows what she wants.

Driving in the pre-dawn hours is a lovely way to get around NYC. You can fly.
When we get that giant bridge, my heart is pumping and I can't imagine how she must feel. I am so excited for her! I hope she keeps herself warm and feels confident. I have to drop her quickly by the exit and then get off the bridge before they close it.

I have my own plan to support her steps in this race. Drive to Manhattan and get a really good parking space so she doesn't have to walk too much. I know she is probably cold waiting outside on the ground for her 10:30 start. I wish I could wrap her in a warm blanket.

I get back to Brooklyn to gather with friends. Bring iced coffee for her. Then off and running to chase her around the city. I promised to check on her. I run to the subway and hope I get to the next rendevous in time. I run with her when we meet up. When she gets to Manhattan, I tell her that this is the time she has to decide to push and finish...does she think she can do it and I know her answer will be YES. I'm not sure I can see her run in the park and watch her finish and let her know that I don't think I can do both. I try. I go to 72nd in CP and think I'll have just enough time to cross the traverse and get down to 66th for the finish. I run across and get stuck. I have to leave the park and try to weave through the crowd. I sneak through Tavern on the Green and exit just in time. There is MSR racing toward the finish line but she doesn't see me until she gets right there! I am so happy for her. I am proud too. She gets her medal and photo. We walk. She is hurting and I just want to lift her up.

I have reserved us a table at Wolfgangs for steak for two. We get her baggage that she checked way back in Staten Island. A friend that lives close by lets us come by and MSR gets to take an ice bath and shower. We head to dinner, and my MSR is limping. I wish I were strong enough physically to help her along, but she is almost a foot taller than me and it really doesn't work that well. I do what I can. Carry some stuff. Pay for dinner which is just me paying tribute to her, and she doesn't understand it, but it is part of the way that I want to show my support. I know she can pay her own way, but this is my offering as humble as it might be...a token of my appreciation.

At home, we collapse and hold each other. Exhausted and yet I want nothing more than to hold her and feel her skin close to my own. A kiss goodnight for my baby. I hope that MSR feels that her daddy has been good to her, and given her what she needed and desired. I pray that she feels cared for in the way that she wanted.

where's daddy?

I tried to bring MSR some daddy last night. It took some courage to do so. I want to please her so much. I brought my cock, strapped on, ready to fuck. It was too much. She was tight and unresponsive. My confidence waned. I wanted to escape. "Do you want me to leave?" I can't even believe it came out of my mouth. She immediately shut down. I don't blame her. I didn't mean the way that it sounded but I knew how it sounded. I wanted reassurance and she wanted confidence. We have this problem lately. I have this problem lately.

Daddy isn't gone my sweet MSR. He needs his girl too. He won't take what isn't offered. He is a gentleman. I thought our new experiment would let him rest and build confidence, but you need him now, and especially before your big race. I'm trying to bring him to you. Give your strong daddy a loving kiss sweet baby.