It started out that Lion needed help in the shower. Then it evolved into a weenie-scrubbing good time. Lion loves when I wash him but he feels guilty about taking up my time. Last night I was in the shower, on standby in case he needed help. Of course, he wanted me to wash my weenie, but he did all the rest.
He said he’ll miss being washed, but we both agree he can do it on his own now. I offered a compromise. I can join him for his shower on weekends. We’ll still have the closeness even if it’s less frequent. My weenie-washer title is intact.
I was feeling under the weather last night so we didn’t even snuggle. I guess it’s a good thing I did wash my weenie in the shower. That’s really the only contact we had. We’ll do better tonight, I’m sure. It’s been a few days since his last orgasm.
Lion’s doctor tried to move his surgery from Monday to tomorrow. Lion just found out the surgery will be on Monday as originally planned. They keep moving the target around. Just tell me where and when we’re supposed to be. The chauffeur is getting dizzy with all the rescheduling. He’s not so sure he wants to do the surgery. I want him to have a shot at seeing better. I know he feels like a guinea pig with all the procedures he’s had to endure, but you gotta do what ya gotta do. That’s what he tells me when doctors want me to have a colonoscopy or mammogram or some other test. What’s good for the lioness is good for the lion.