Our stupid football team lost again. I don’t know if any other team has as bad a record. It was a fairly close game and they did do a bit better than their other games, but they still lost. Lion suggested playing Spankball. Normally we do the swats after each score but we decided to wait until the end of the game. He got 143 swats. That isn’t bad in the overall scheme of things. Afterward, he said it’s probably better to do them after each score. That way it’s tied into the game.
A while later I decided to give my weenie a try. When I started, Lion said he could probably wait another day. I decided we should give it a try to see what would happen. At the very least, he’d get some attention. He got hard and eventually, I asked if he wanted me to suck him. Silly question.
For someone who hasn’t been edged in a while, he was certainly excited. I know he wondered if he’d need extra attention to get his motor running again. Not necessary. He was raring to go. He got to the edge very quickly. I asked if he was sure he wanted to just be edged last night. I don’t remember what he said. I was willing to wait…and then I wasn’t. I gave him his orgasm. [Lion comments — I said I was fine with waiting. She didn’t answer.]
It wasn’t a huge one like when he waited 20 days last time. It probably would have been if I waited until today or tomorrow. But I was done waiting. I wanted to give him an orgasm. It wasn’t because his wait was 21 days. I just wanted him to have it. You can’t blame me for wanting to make him feel good. That’s my job.
Deciding how long to make him wait this next time is also my job. I’m toying with having it be a short wait. What does that mean? Four days is short. But so is ten when you compare it to a 21 day wait. I’ll know when it’s time. Lion won’t.
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