Sunday Night Accident

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her Sunday post, she promised to tease me and maybe let me come. True to her word she unlocked me and after smacking my balls for a while, she teased me. After I was more than ready, she asked me if I were horny. I agreed that I most certainly was. She got some silicone lube and applied a liberal amount to my penis and proceeded to masturbate me. I was just about to come and she stopped; unfortunately, she didn’t stop soon enough. I could feel that crashing ruined orgasm feeling, and sure enough, a dribble of semen emerged.

“Phooey! That wasn’t what I wanted,”

she said as she milked me to reveal more fluid. She went on to say that she was going to offer me a choice. She wouldn’t say what I was going to choose. All she would say was that she would save the question for another time when I was very horny. I allowed that could be tomorrow. Ruined orgasms aren’t very helpful in curing desire. Neither of us wanted this to happen.

When I was getting close, I tried to delay coming. I avoided letting my kegel muscle clinch. I thought that would help. It didn’t. I’m still clueless about how to avoid an imminent orgasm. Being able to hold off is a skill I certainly could have used last night.  I suspect that Mrs. Lion doesn’t want me to learn that skill. She might change her mind when she gains more interest in orgasms I can give her.

Speaking of which, I have been reading in her posts about her most recent thought that since she spends so much time planning my sexual activity that I should be spontaneously providing her with orgasms. I admit this never occurred to me. Thinking about it gives me the same feeling in the pit of my stomach I got when she let me know that the reason we didn’t have good sex was because I wasn’t initiating.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have to work out how I can  provide her with the sexual attention she needs. It’s not that I don’t want her. I do, more than anything. The most recent time she came was when she asked me if I would like to lick her. I leaped at the chance. It may be that we don’t have the signals we need to subtly, but unmistakenly, understand it’s time for me to provide sexual attention.

There must be a middle ground between silence, and “Do you want to lick me?” This is an area we need to fix. Mrs. Lion has learned to be a great keyholder. I need to learn how to know when to begin pleasing her.