In his head cold-induced haze, Lion reminded me last night that today is punishment day. He wasn’t sure if it would count. I would have allowed it. But there was no need since he reminded me again just after midnight. And once more at breakfast. And again in an email. I don’t know if he’s trying to bank reminders for upcoming punishment days or if he’s just being funny. At least he won’t get his butt whomped again.

Lion has been apologizing for making too much noise coughing and for the fact that he’s being a lump in the middle of the bed. He feels bad that he hasn’t been helping. He doesn’t feel well. Of course he’s not going to be able to help. I don’t feel as bad as he does and I’ve conditioned myself to power through. The only times I don’t get up and do things are when just the thought of moving is too much. For some reason, the past two years that seems to happen at the end of December or beginning of January.

Lion says he feels a little better today. He hopes to be able to cook dinner. I’d rather have him rest up and get better than have him do too much. It always seems the second you feel a little better, you try to go back to normal and wipe yourself out again. He’s promised to spend the afternoon in bed getting some much needed rest.

Of course, I could order him to keep his buns in bed as much as possible. No unauthorized movement. And I’d be able to tell since we have a webcam near the front door. I think I’d be able to see him coming out of the bedroom. At the very least I could see him walking to the kitchen. If he isn’t just going for a drink or lunch I could punish him. I’ll have to see how he feels later. I may need to institute that rule.

Lion has a cold. Maybe it’s a manifestation of the flu shot. He has a sore throat, cough and stuffy/runny nose. Sexy, huh? No wonder he hasn’t felt much like playing or being aroused.

I was achy yesterday too. I think it was a mild reaction to the flu shot and the fact that I haven’t been drinking enough water. My mind knows I need to. I just get caught up in other things and I don’t drink the water that is right beside me. It’s literally less than two feet from my left hand at work. Note to self: drink the damn water!

Because of his cold, Lion isn’t sleeping well. Not that he normally sleeps well, but this time there’s a specific reason for it. I’m not sure if he woke me up or I just had to pee at 3 a.m. but we were both awake and Lion announced he was horny. I said, “Really?” He said he wasn’t but what would I have done if he was? I told him I’d be happy if he was but I wasn’t going to do anything about it at 3 a.m.

I like a horny Lion. He’s happy when he’s horny. He’s frustrated, of course, but happy. I think he’s actually happier the more I make him wait. I know he’s hornier the more I play with him, especially if it involves tying him up.

A sick Lion is not a happy Lion. I’ll nurse him back to health with soup and warm blankets. But there won’t be any 3 a.m. booty calls.

This is the B&B Carousel in Brooklyn’s Coney Island. My father and I rode this many times. I took my kids there too.

This is a difficult time for me. The nature of my job has been changed and it is in an area that is completely unfamiliar to me. I’m getting more familiar, but it isn’t what I particularly like to do. However, it isn’t boring. Naturally, I feel the stress of radical change like this. It probably has a lot to do with my current sexual lull.

I do my best to leave work at the office, but I’m absolutely horrible at it. Mrs. Lion does a much better job stuffing her feelings from work. In many ways, she has it much worse than I do. She works for an unprofessional, unqualified boss in a small business. That often leaves her frustrated and angry at the stupidity she has to handle.

I don’t have that problem. I work in a highly professional company that is the envy of people who know us. I am not being mistreated. I get a great deal of respect and what I am doing in my new role is critical for the success of a very large division. So, I’m not whining. I’m just don’t want to let people down.  How’s that about talking about other areas of my life?

I had a flu shot late last week. I think my sore throat and rundown feeling is a reaction to the vaccine. Then, over the weekend a crown fell out of my mouth.  It’s just more piled on. Oh yes, my annual review is this week as well. That’s enough whine for me. If you wondered what our day-to-day lives are like, now you know.

Having gotten all this off my chest, I must say that all the woes above are trivial in the course of a life. None affect our ability to survive. All are temporary and trivial. I classify the above as lion whining. If this is the worst I have to handle, I will consider myself super lucky. So, if Mrs. Lion’s weenie is limp for a few more days, the worst that will happen is we will have less to write about. I hope you will continue reading our posts. You never know when the merry-go-round will start up again.




I was running out the door for a doctor appointment yesterday so I didn’t get a post in. It’s all Lion’s fault. He wants me to be healthy. I’ve been poked and prodded and tested and I’m all up to date on shots and tests. I don’t want to see another doctor for a long time. Wishful thinking. Dentist and eye doctor are next.

Last night I gave Lion another shot at getting hard. He didn’t. I think he’s stressed about some meetings he has this week. When the boss says, “Go design a car.” and doesn’t say whether he or she is looking for a sedan, sports car, SUV, etc. it’s a little difficult to hit the mark. Even when the task is clarified to SUV, you still can’t be sure your visions match.

I’m not giving up on him though. Tonight we’ll try again. Perhaps the Magic Wand will make an appearance. Maybe he needs his balls tied up again. I’ll try anything we think will work. And maybe none of those things will work. Maybe it’s just a normal lull and that’s perfectly fine. I’m not going to feel badly if he doesn’t respond. I know he will when he’s ready.

Lion says he’s feeling under the weather. Maybe that’s what’s bothering him. He had a sore throat last night. I feel achy today but I had a flu shot yesterday so I’m assuming that’s to blame. I thought there was a cold going around, but now I’m hearing it might be a stomach thing. Either way, we don’t want it.

Whether he’s sick or in a lull, I’ll take care of Lion. We’ll take care of each other.