When I came out of the bathroom after my shower with the Boy Butter in my hand, I asked Lion if he needed to be cleaned out before I pegged him. He said no but the look on his face said he’d had a hard day and couldn’t we just forget pegging. It didn’t even seem like he wanted to snuggle. He said he didn’t think he’d get hard but it was nice to snuggle. And then it was time to get the dog her ice cream.

Of the two of us, it’s usually me who’s more inclined to want a day off. As a matter of fact, I’d taken the day off on Wednesday. Unless he’s in one of his slumps, he wants consistency in play. Especially since we just started pegging again. But Lion confided, while we were snuggling, that his presentation at work hadn’t gone as well as he hoped. It’s understandable that he wouldn’t want to play.

I never have any trouble letting Lion “off the hook” when he doesn’t want to play. I’d get a little worried if it lasted more than a day or two. Even when he’s in a slump he wants to snuggle and at least try to get hard. And even then it’s perfectly fine with me if we can’t really play. I never want him to feel like he’s letting me down. Or himself for that matter. Life is bound to intrude. It’s the nature of the beast.

The best I can do for him is be there if he wants to snuggle or bounce things off me or scream or just hold hands. It’s what you do when you’re together for the long haul. Bumps in the road are inevitable. Sometimes there are detours. But we get there eventually.