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In: Hand Jobs, Mrs Lion Comments, Oral Sex, Orgasm denial

We got started late last night. It was after 9. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. If Lion has been snoozing a lot his batteries can recharge and later doesn’t always mean failure. However, he hadn’t been snoozing.

I think the problem was more in the manner in which I was playing with him. When I told him he was spoiled the other day, I was only half-joking. I really think he’s tired of handjobs. Oh, I know he can get excited and, if there’s been spanking or if I’ve tied his balls or used some clothespins, he’s very happy with a handjob. But I think he’s secretly hoping I’ll give up and go for oral. Now I have a secret of my own.

I almost did give up last night and go for oral. But then I thought about the possibility of his being spoiled. No, I don’t think he’s consciously not getting hard so I’ll “give in”. Lion doesn’t do things like that. And I know he gets bored with regular old run-of-the-mill hand jobs. However, he hasn’t had a handjob in days. His last orgasm was oral but the time before that was a handjob.

Last night’s issue was most certainly the time we started. But I’m still going to tease him about being spoiled. I know he loves oral ministrations. I decided last year to try to even the score between oral orgasms and handjobs. I didn’t make it by a long shot. Maybe this year I can do better.

Of course, oral orgasms are not always the intention. It used to be that as soon as I moved between his legs, he knew he was getting an orgasm. Since I’ve figured out how to edge him orally, it’s not always a given. I’m happy about that. I like keeping Lion on his toes. It’s sort of like Schrodinger’s cat: is it alive or dead? Maybe in our case, it’s Schrodinger’s orgasm: it this an orgasm or frustration?

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In: Edging, Lion's Journal, Sex

Doesn’t it seem odd that Mrs. Lion can edge me thousands of times and I still come back for more each time expecting she will bring me to orgasm? You would think I’ve learned that most of the time, the vast majority of the time, I won’t get to come and I will end up breathing hard and humping the air. I’m a little bit like Charlie Brown and his football. Each time, Lucy manages to convince him she will hold the ball so he can kick it. And each time she pulls it away just before he can get to it.

Not only do I come back each time but I actually have learned to enjoy the feeling. That’s not so odd. It’s the closest a male can get to multiple orgasms. Yes, I miss the grand finale but I get to hear the overture and see the first act over and over. Some men contribute to the process. They warn their partners when they are very close. I don’t do that; Mrs. Lion never asked me to try. She’s very good at reading me and can stop a tiny fraction of a second before my floodgates open.

I really do like it. My appreciation for being edged has grown over the years. It started out being a very frustrating exercise in submission. Now, it’s something that I find great fun. True, it’s still very frustrating. But I like it. Maybe it’s the same sort of perverse brain chemistry that turns me on when I think about being spanked. Edging is frustrating and spanking is painful. I don’t like being frustrated and I don’t like hurting. But I like and get turned on by thinking about Mrs. Lion edging me and spanking me.

Lest you think this is a crazy male issue let me disabuse you of that notion. For the decades I was an active top, I almost always brought women to the edge and held them there for a long time without letting them actually have an orgasm. They loved it! At the time I rationalized that this was because the path for female orgasm is a straight line starting from rest and eventually reaching a peak with the plateau on top that can sometimes last more than a minute. Then, as the stimulation continues they slowly come down. Many women if continually stimulated will go back and have many more orgasms. Mrs. Lion is like that.

I rationalized that most women don’t have orgasms during intercourse. That means they get very aroused, maybe almost to the edge of orgasm, and then their partner ejaculates and it’s over. I figured that gave them a lot of practice with this frustration and taught them to enjoy it.

Now I know that both sexes enjoy it. I’m ready anytime Mrs. Lion wants to edge me. I love the way it feels. I don’t expect to ejaculate. Sounds just like my female bottoms all those years. They were very happy when I edged them. I reasoned that males are different since we have no plateau at the top of our sexual arousal. We simply ejaculate and that’s that. How wrong I was.

It turns out that getting there is much more than half the fun. At least it is for me.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

In high school, I took a media productions elective. At the time I wanted to be a journalist. Well, at the time I wanted to be a novelist but I figured it was better to have a paying job and branch off from there. I never wanted to be on television. The newspaper was going to be my game. I guess it’s a good thing that never panned out although I could have had a pretty good run before newspapers started declining.

Anyway, my goal in taking the course was learning how things worked behind the scenes. I never wanted to be on-air talent. Camerawork, writing, lighting, etc. Anything, anything but onscreen. As these things happen, I was chosen to be onscreen. Pale, blend-into-the-backdrop me was in front of the camera. I looked like disembodied hair, eyes and mouth floating around above a bright red sweater, incredibly self-conscious and uncomfortable. And that, thankfully, was the extent of my video presence on the local cable-access airwaves of my hometown, and anywhere else for that matter.

You’ve seen pictures of my hands on this blog. We’re pretty careful to keep anything recognizable out of view. I’m not quite sure how a video of a blow job would do that. Would my face be pixelated? Blurry little boxes obscuring all but my lips and maybe my chin? Given the experience above, no amount of blurring would cover the discomfort.

One could argue that I’d be doing something I love and there shouldn’t be any nervousness involved. Just do what comes naturally. Pretend everyone is in their underwear. Everyone? Everyone, who? Ah…there’s the problem. I’ll know everyone will be watching. Or at least I’ll assume people are watching. Maybe no one will be. But maybe they will be. And there go the nerves.

Aside from that, what can be seen of a blow job? You can’t tell where my tongue is at any given moment. You can’t tell how much pressure I’m applying to a specific area. You can’t tell how much suction. Unless I was going to travel the world and give “samples” (which I am not!) I don’t know how much value a video would have. And I was only kidding about making videos anyway. Lion said I should teach a course and I asked if he was making into me Professor Lioness.

What do I know? Maybe the thought of Professor Lioness turns him on. You know, the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing except now I’m the one with the ruler and I’m the one bending Lion over the desk. He’s never shown much interest in role-playing though. But he is still talking about making a video. I’m shaking my head but, somehow, I know I’ll still get roped into this. Are disembodied, pixelated lips sexy?

[Lion — Let me set the record straight. I had no thought of a blow job video. I agree that it would be too revealing and not very instructive. My suggestion was for a handjob video showing Mrs. Lion edging me multiple times perhaps ending with a ruined orgasm.]

[Mrs. Lion — I think the confusion came about because we were discussing, in email, the previous night’s blow job and he wrote a post about my teaching people my technique. That’s why I asked him if I should use bananas or hot dogs in a video. And then we both went with our separate meanings. I may be wrong, but I don’t think my hand jobs reach the same level of intensity that my blow jobs do. I’m not sure anyone needs to see yet another hand job video.]

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In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion jokingly responded to my suggestion that she offers some lessons in cock teasing. She was thinking about using bananas and hotdogs for demos. It occurred to me that if she wants to do it, we could actually make a video.

The world of hand job porn videos, based on my brief research, is pretty much all the same and designed for an exclusively male audience. When I started to seriously think about what would be different if Mrs. Lion offered a cock teasing video, I couldn’t decide if there would be anything particularly different. After all, you don’t need a college course to learn how to jerk off man. On the other hand, there could be some value in the last minutes of her teases. This is when she varies what she does in a way that’s designed to get me as close as possible to ejaculation. Her techniques aren’t unique. They are also custom-designed me.

Maybe she will do one anyway. Something to think about. I figured it would be silly to make it the full length from beginning to end. I take a pretty long run-up before the action gets interesting. However, through the miracle of editing software, that can be fixed.

Is this something we should do? Would anyone, even our male readers get anything out of it? Or, is there so much of this out there any way we would be just joining the crowd of other penises being masturbated. Your input would be most appreciated.

The whole tooth
I had a tooth extracted yesterday. Between anesthesia and the minor trauma, I spent the day in bed. I’m on a diet of noodles and ice cream right now. I’m supposed to stick to foods that are soft. Being a carnivore, this isn’t a wonderful prospect.

I was a little surprised to find myself getting sexually aroused now and then. Apparently that part of my body didn’t get the memo about the oral surgery. Good thing. Mrs. Lion is still feeling under the weather. She’s trying to put on a brave front and help me, but she needs her rest. I’m doing as much as I can for myself. That’s quite a bit nowadays. I can even help her. I still can’t reach very high. Neither shoulder is very cooperative. But I can certainly do other things. I put in an order with Amazon Fresh so we don’t have to go shopping except for maybe a small odd or end. Rosie our vacuum robot can take care of the floors. I can put together a batch of corn muffins we both like them. This will be a snuggle-under-the-cpvers weekend for the Lions.