Ill-Gotten Gains

We went to our show last night and we had a good time. There was a little time for gambling before and after. As usually happens, one of us wins and one of us loses. I’m not sure there’s ever been a time when we both won. Both losing, well yeah, that happens most often. Last night I was on the winning side. Nothing incredible. Just enough to cover Lion’s small loss and still have enough of my ill-gotten gains left over to chip in for the jaunt to the big box store. Technically I should buy something for myself, but I don’t tend to do that, much to Lion’s chagrin. He wants me to have whatever I want. The problem is, I don’t want much. At least nothing that I can point to and buy right here, right now.

For example, I know I need clothes for work. But I’m fussy. I need to search for things. Lion is not a patient shopper. That’s fine. I like to shop alone. I can wander around, and around, and around. I’m sure I make security people nervous. Why is she back in the shoe department? Wasn’t she just in accessories? Now she’s in women’s again. Nope. Shoes. I need time to consider, and reconsider, and finally put back on the rack, each item. I’m horrible at shopping. Why would I want to drag Lion along for that?

Anyway, by the time we got home last night it was after midnight. Too late to play. I know, the night was young. We are not. So we slept. And today we’re running errands and going to the movies later. Probably no play again. So it will fall to Sunday, which seems to be our M.O. lately. But it’s OK. I think. I mean, it’s not like we’re not playing on purpose. It’s not like we’re avoiding it. We’re just busy this weekend. And tired. We’ve both been very tired. Things will pick back up soon.

We’re not done with male chastity or FLR. At least I’m not. And Lion doesn’t have much choice in the matter.