As you know, I don’t always follow through with plans. Yesterday I said we’d play Zapardy and I got involved in something and completely forgot about it. I asked my daughter a question on instant messaging and it turned into a conversation that lasted over an hour. It wasn’t until Jeopardy started and Lion said he guessed we weren’t playing that I remembered. We will play tonight. Definitely.
After Tuesday night got away from me while we were watching TV, last night I really wanted to play with Lion. I unlocked him early, as I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. I let him be wild for a little while before the festivities begin. Up till last night, we’ve been snuggling first. I play with him while we snuggle and try to gauge how ready he is for more. Last night I just started in on him with my hand. It didn’t take too long for him to respond. The other day he said he’s been needing oral or vibratory stimulation to get going. That was not the case last night.
I don’t know how many times I edged him before I gave him his orgasm. Afterwards he said he had a feeling he’d get to come last night. Really? He said it was eight days, like that was a long time. Then he said he wasn’t really sure he would have an orgasm. Me too. I didn’t really plan it. It wasn’t a ruined orgasm that I just continued. At the time, I meant to do it. I just wasn’t sure I was going to when I started.
There are some nights I know for sure I’ll take Lion all the way. Even then, I like to edge him a few times. I’m never sure if this particular time will be “the one” or if it will just be an edging. I do know, for those times at least, that the night will end with that big, silly smile on his face. Other nights I just go with the flow. I may not have a plan to do more than edging and something changes it into orgasm night. Sometimes it’s something Lion does. I can’t put my finger on it, but something says “Do it” so I do. (I can imagine Lion whispering, “Do it” next time he wants an orgasm.)
Lion’s next date is the 30th. Nope. Not a long wait at all. But remember, that’s just the next possibility. It could be a longer wait. Maybe I’ll make him wait until the 4th of July so he can have his own fireworks. We’ll have to wait and see when the mood strikes me again.