Mrs. Lion in her post yesterday may be getting a little carried away. I don’t think that blow jobs are the fountain of youth. I love the way they feel and maybe getting them makes me feel friskier. I think that my day-after-orgasm horniness has worn off. I suspect that it’s the proximity to being so aroused that it has a residual effect. Sort of like when you first start a car on a cold day it has a little bit of trouble. Once it’s been warmed up, you can turn the engine off and it will fire up immediately when you turn it back on. Maybe I’m like that.

I haven’t been thinking about sex much. That’s probably because I got a rush assignment from my boss that kept me going for over 10 hours on Monday. Couple that with the fact that I didn’t sleep well on Sunday night, I am not in the mood for much more than a nap. That’s not to say that I couldn’t be tempted. Mrs. Lion can always get me started even on the coldest day.

Mrs. Lion hasn’t been feeling all that frisky either. I don’t know why she’s been particularly uncomfortable, but I suspect it’s from exhaustion. She didn’t sleep well either. Monday night is a night to watch TV and in my case, doze. On Monday night we had noodles and peas for dinner. I asked Mrs. Lion to make them because my stomach is also been bothering me. I managed to get peas pretty much everywhere. Fortunately for my rear end, I didn’t crush any and Mrs. Lion was able to rescue them intact before I made a mess. I don’t think either of us is much in the mood for spanking.

Here I am writing a daily post for a sex blog feeling anything but interested in sex. I’m yawning and thinking about getting under the covers and holding hands with Mrs. Lion. That’s what I’m going to do.

As Lion said in his post this morning, I did take another day off yesterday. I normally do after one of his orgasms, but I wasn’t feeling all that well. Between our Costco run, laundry and making dinner, I was feeling achy and nauseous. I don’t think the two were related and I have no idea where the nausea came from at all. I threw all the dishes, pots and pans and all, in the dishwasher and hoped for the best.

I’m not sure why Lion was horny just the day after an orgasm. What does that mean? Is he going back to his old self? Actually, his old self didn’t get horny right away. His old, old self (when we first met) was horny the next day but that was years ago. Lately it’s been taking him a few days to bounce back. And there have been times that he’s taken even longer.

Maybe it’s because he had two blow jobs in a row. Is it possible for his body to like blow jobs so much it’s looking for more right away? Have I found the fountain of youth? The more blow jobs I give him, the younger he’ll get? What a great idea! Let’s keep going.

I know I can’t make him come every day. Well, I can. At least, I used to be able to. After a few days he craps out. And I’m assuming, given his recent slumps, he’d have even more trouble now. But we can certainly experiment with blow jobs and see what happens. Even if I just edge him or play with him orally and give him orgasms every four to seven days, which is his average, I think it would be a good experiment. And Lion has never been one to turn down oral attention.

I had a leap year orgasm. Mrs. Lion joked that my next one would be on February 29 whenever that occurs next (2024). I got a great blow job. I woke up Sunday morning feeling very horny. That seems odd to me. Generally, after I’ve had an orgasm it takes a couple of days before my interest really returns. All day Sunday I had sexy thoughts. What the hell?

It’s unlikely that Mrs. Lion will give me a chance to ejaculate again on Sunday (I’m writing this on Sunday afternoon). In the past, I have been able to perform the day after. I start to get into trouble when it’s three or more days in a row that I have to perform. In the past, I was okay on the third day though it wasn’t as much fun for me. On the fourth day, I was out of gas completely. It’s been a very long time since we did anything at all sexual the day after I had an orgasm. I think Mrs. Lion considers it a well-earned day off.

I think we’re getting close to waxing time again. Hair is coming back though nowhere near as thick or abundant as last month. Waxing clearly slows down hair production. The more you do it, the less comes back. I did some research into commercial waxing salons. Many offer a 50% discount on their services if you come back after a month. I noticed that the last time Mrs. Lion waxed me it went more quickly. If she doesn’t want to do my legs again, I think there’s a place nearby that does men. I’ll have to see if she wants me to go. Who knows? She may want to outsource all of me.

Have you noticed that I write about hair removal when I’m horny? I have. There’s some part of me that associates the loss of body hair with sex. Maybe it’s the same perverse force that turns me on when I think about spanking. (I wrote about that yesterday in “The Spanking Paradox“.) Being waxed is not a pleasant process for either of us. Well, it does feel nice swhen Mrs. Lion is working around her weenie. But it isn’t a turn on to have hair pulled up by the roots. Still, I’m turned on thinking about it.

Maybe that’s a special gene that I have that also attracts me to cock and ball torture. And, as I’m sure you know, I like to be tied up too. I’m clearly not a vanilla lion. I suppose the same perversion covers being locked in a male chastity device. It turns me on to think about that too. Once locked then it doesn’t matter what I think about, I’m not going to get hard anyway.

The irony doesn’t escape me. It’s just part of who I am.

Lion filled the house with yummy soup smells yesterday. I did some laundry and helped him with the soup. Other than that it was a very unproductive day. I didn’t spank him. I didn’t milk him. And, if it hadn’t been for the fact that we did nothing Friday night, I don’t think I would have given him any attention other than some snuggling or hand-holding.

Around 9 I decided it was time to get moving. I didn’t spend much time snuggling. Instead, I moved down to give Lion some licks and suck on him. I’m sure he was surprised. I don’t normally do that. I guess I wanted to change things up a bit so it wasn’t boring for him. When Lion started moaning, I told him to give me some room.

Once he was in position I went to work getting him excited. I wasn’t sure it was going to work. Usually, he starts to get hard the second he’s in my mouth. However, I hadn’t done much to give him a head start. It wasn’t too long before he was hard. Maybe he wasn’t as hard as I’d like, but I like the bursting-at-the-seams weenie best. I have no idea how long it was before I started hearing the I’m-getting-closer-and-closer sounds. For some reason, I decided I’d just keep going. It’s been a while since I’ve gone straight for the happy ending when Lion wasn’t in a slump. True, he’s had some issues lately but nothing I’d call a real slump.

Lion seemed to get quieter as he got to the edge. I don’t know if he was trying to fake me out so I couldn’t stop. I doubt it since he rarely realizes he’s making any noise at all. And I don’t know if he expected me to stop at any moment or if he was just riding that high all the way to victory. In the past, he’s said he hopes I don’t stop.

He was still panting for quite a while afterward. He said it was quite a surprise that he got to come. As it should be, I said. I don’t think he should ever expect to come. He may hope he does but never count on it. Then he told me it was a leap year surprise. That’s true. I never even thought about it being February 29, leap day. (The evil part of me is wondering if he should only have orgasms on leap days from now on.) He also pointed out that his last two orgasms were oral. I hadn’t thought about that either but it seems like a nice tradition to continue. I have wanted to even the score between oral and hand for a while.