After four days of self-imposed house arrest, I’m going out today. The dog has a grooming appointment and we have some errands to run. I didn’t sleep as much yesterday as I had in previous days. I’m assuming that means I’m on the mend. At one point this morning, I had some semblance of a real voice. It was good to hear something different than a whisper or the voice of someone who’s smoked 20 packs of cigarettes a day for 20 years. The cough is the same. So I assume I’ll be vacillating between normal, whisper and smoker for a few more days.
Better news is that I was able to edge Lion three or four times last night. He was out for cleaning and then we snuggled with me rubbing my weenie and balls. In no time he was up and ready for action. I think I stopped a little bit before the actual edge. I was afraid to go too far. Nevertheless, it was good enough for Lion. Afterward, he said he knew his problem was because of being sick. Yeah. Right. “Broken Lion. Not good for anything” sure sounds like he knew it was his cold’s fault. Anyway, he’s back. When he was safely locked away, he told me he was very horny. And, silly boy that he is, when his feet were cold at bedtime, he told me, it was because he hadn’t had an orgasm.
I had actually thought about giving him an orgasm last night. As I was edging him, I was calculating how many days it had been since his ruined orgasm. Ultimately, I decided not to give him one. On the one hand, perhaps he should have one because this is the first time I’ve been able to successfully edge him and I wanted to give him encouragement. On the other hand, this is the first time I’ve been able to successfully edge him and he needs to be a lot hornier before he has an orgasm. On the other, other hand (good thing lions have four paws), does he really want an orgasm by any of those hands? Wouldn’t he rather wait until I feel better so he can at least have a blow job? I think so.
I now have a clean, horny Lion again. And maybe I’ll be feeling well enough to take advantage of that.