Sexy Labor Day - By Sadey Quinn. A Tasty BDSM Casserole.

I just finished "Sexy Labor Day" by Sadey Quinn, available at the BDSM Library for free.

Story Codes: M/f M/f+ M+/f F/f M/m F/m MF/f exhibition spanking toys voyeurism D/s B/D S/M BDSM slavery bondage real consensual humiliation Serious Synopsis: Sadey hosts a Labor Day BBQ which doubles as her birthday party and book release fiesta. Her Master makes a rule: the only gifts that may be given to Sadey must be used on her during the festivities. Sadey is spanked, licked, and humiliated... and she loves it.

There are times when sloppy sex is totally appropriate, and "Sexy Labor Day" by Sadey Quinn is no exception.

In "Sexy Labor Day" we are treated to a first person narrative with the author as narrator giving us a basic journal entry into what her "Labor Day" birthday celebration was like. Personally, I'm not a big fan of journal entry fiction because all too often it is an attempt to memorialize real events and reality doesn't usually translate into a "story" all that well. "Sexy Labor Day" isn't really an exception to this and there are one or two brief passages that will have you rolling your eyes. For example, Sadey gives us the actual menu she planned for the party. Seriously. In fact, I'm surprised we didn't also get the recipe for her tomato-basil-mozzarella stacks. (BTW, I WOULD like the recipe for these.) That said, the REST of Sexy Labor Day is actually a pretty decent piece of erotica that brings together the necessary ingredients for success.

BDSM at it's best. Oh wait, sorry. That's a tomato-basil-mozzarella stack. My bad.

First of all, the sexual tension in "Sexy Labor Day" is incredible. The primary plot device within the story is the fact that the main character's dom has requested that the guests coming to celebrate labor day/Sadey's birthday also bring a gift they can actually USE on her. From an author's perspective, this is ingenious and allows for all sorts of mischief and mayhem to occur in a readily controlled manner. The author does this by introducing various gifts, which are then immediately used upon the main character. I enjoyed the whipping bench, the glass dildo, and of course the tiger balm, but I felt that the coupon book, used as a means to provide the one lesbian action scene, was rather indistinct. I would have loved to hear what the other coupons were for.

The climax of the story is of course the birthday spanking, delivered by the massive Syd, who provides a butt blistering capstone to the entire smorgasmborg of sexual deviance. (Yes, I know. I created the word "smorgasmborg". But it's applicable, trust me.)



From a grammatical perspective, there were a lot of minor errors, wrong words, minor misspellings, and of course the oddly irritating "N" in place of an actual name for the main character's master. We also ended quite a few sentence in prepositional phrases and there were a couple of sentence that I personally thought were run-ons. But despite these issues, the writing is strangely compelling, since it comes across as very honest and real.

Descriptions within first person are always difficult to do and Sadey Quinn steps up to the plate and hits a solid double straight out into right field. Action is of course her steady staple, but we also frequently get solid insights and pictures of props and most importantly, other characters. I had no trouble envisioning the gay guys, or Syd, or especially Mistress Tracey. I also have to compliment Ms. Quinn on her "anti-description" of the main character. All too often authors recite things like bust size, or dress size, or have the classic "I'm a..." statement which is supposed to paint a picture of the main character in our minds. Instead, Ms. Quinn leaves it to our imagination and uses the WAY the narrator character converses with us and her guests to paint that picture. It's actually rather exquisite. Me personally? I can't help picturing "Sadey" as a lushly curved brunette, with huge brown eyes, a smile that makes men's knees knock, large nipples, a perfectly proportioned but rather spankable, cushy tusky, and long dark eyelashes. How close am I? Who knows? But it makes me wish I had been invited to this party. I know exactly what I'd get for Sadey.



I still cant shake the feeling that "Sexy Labor Day" was less of a story and more of a recounting of an actual event, with just a little bit of "historical fiction" thrown in to smooth out the rough edges. I'd be interested to know if I'm right. But no matter what, this dish is a healthy and hearty serving of a BDSM casserole that is tasty, fun, and only needs a few ingredients tossed before it becomes a holiday favorite.

Read Sadey Quinn's "Sexy Labor Day"!