Do That Voodoo That You Do

I gave Lion a more comprehensive bikini wax than I did some days ago. Obviously, with more lighting, I could see better and what I saw was all the fur I’d missed on his balls. Long fur. So I cleaned that up. And I waxed the area from his belly button to mid-thighs. This is the original hair-free zone. I hadn’t waxed him in about six weeks and I wasn’t sure how long it would take and how long my back and legs would last. Plus, the dog had a spa date at 5.

We were done a little before 4 and this gave us time for a de-waxing shower. I used the orange no-strip wax. This seems to be the easiest to work with. I can even peel it off my gloves once it sets. That way I don’t have to keep changing gloves because you know I’m going to get it on me. Despite the ease of removal, there are always some remnants. Those tiny edge pieces that are almost impossible to peel off.

So Lion was fur free in the middle, we ate dinner early while the dog was being pampered and we were home by 6:30. Lion said he thought some of his issues with making it to the edge were because we were waiting too late to try. I pointed out his propensity to take a nap around 8 and he said we need to try even earlier than his nap time. On a week day this may not work out so well. By the time I get home, make dinner, do the dishes, take a shower and wait for my hair to dry even just a little, it’s time for his nap. However, last night everything worked out perfectly for some fun.

I started with my hand and got him a little excited. Then I tried my mouth. He liked that. But when I moved around to actually give him a blow job, he was soft. Ordinarily this isn’t a problem. I like sucking him when he’s soft and feeling him get hard while he’s in my mouth. Except, he wasn’t getting hard. I was running through my repertoire and he still seemed to be having trouble. So much for his idea that we need to start early. And then I felt him getting harder.

Once he was hard I didn’t want to scare him off so I kept varying things. There was no rush. I just wanted to make him feel good. No sudden movements. Don’t frighten the erection. Keep it going. And by the time he was moaning softly, I knew he was going to have an orgasm. I wasn’t stopping with just edging. If I did that he might not get going again. Nope. On to glory.

Afterwards, he told me that whatever I was doing toward the end was great. It really got him going. Yeah? What was I doing? He couldn’t tell me. He didn’t know if it was the motion, the speed, the tilt of the earth, but it was great.

Damn! If only I knew what I did I might be able to do it again. Oh well. If at first you do succeed, try, try again.