I do, indeed, have a horny Lion. He’s back to full strength now. It’s only been a few days since his last orgasm, but he’s ready for the next one. I got him very close last night, but didn’t go too far.
We’re back on the road this weekend and next. A short, four day trip this weekend and a longer, further away six day trip on Labor Day weekend. That’s the end of our camping for the summer. Lion is already wild for the trip. He’s been wild since he started working. The cage sits on his nightstand. I don’t know if he’ll ever go back in.
A friend was telling me about an argument she had with her boyfriend. He wanted to buy a car. He said it would be hers. She knew he wanted to drive it, but he assured her it was hers and he would only drive it when she said it was OK. The other day he wanted to drive it. He came up with what he thought was a good reason. She didn’t buy it. She told him he couldn’t drive it. He argued. She pushed back. Eventually he told her she had won the battle but not the war. I thought about how that conversation would go in our house.
Lion: I want to drive the car.
Mrs. Lion: No.
Lion: But I want to show it to my friends.
Mrs. Lion: No
Lion: It’s just for one day. I promise I won’t ask to use it again.
Mrs. Lion: *SWAT*
Perhaps my friend needs to borrow some paddles. Lion would never tell me I’d won the battle but not the war. Actually, we don’t fight much. Never have. But now I just give him a look and remind him that I have an arsenal of paddles that agree with me. That usually stops any grumbling.