Does writing about sex make me want more? You could argue that writing about sex focuses the mind and activates the libido. I’ve wondered if writing this blog isn’t an aphrodisiac. I think you can agree that reading about sex can be a turn on. But what about writing?
When I write about things I’ve experienced or want to experience, I frequently get hard. When I write fiction that includes sex (not on this blog), I don’t get excited. I think that my interest in sex decreases. The difference is that I am inventing sex; it’s pure imagination. Perhaps that focuses me on the craft of creating arousal in others instead of what turns me on.
Many years ago, I was introduced to a very famous science fiction writer. We met for coffee several times. He shared some of his knowledge of writing. The one thing I remember most vividly is that he said you couldn’t get involved in the story. If you do, it will suffer. I think I understand. Writing is hard work for me. It’s much easier to write this blog where I can tell you about my experiences and reactions than it is to invent situations and story arcs.
Writing this blog doesn’t require me to know what’s going to happen next. Writing fiction requires understanding the characters as well as what will happen to them. I foolishly decided to go for a full-length story as opposed to a set of shorter adventures. I am worried that I will be authoring bad fiction. I do promise there is no symbolism. I hated classes that dissected books to find secret symbols. Moby Dick, anyone?
A new icy hot to torture my balls
Mrs. Lion commented on a new product we saw advertised on TV: Icy Hot dry spray. It’s an aerosol version of that very nasty CBT toy that she seems to be very fond of using. Being my usual helpful, curious self, I went to the manufacturer’s website to learn more. I did. It’s 15% menthol with an alcohol carrier. This is the maximum menthol strength permitted. I imagine the alcohol facilitates absorption into the skin.
Maybe it’s good to relieve sore shoulders, but I am sure it is even better at making me hate the way it burns my balls. Being a good lion, I ordered some for her from Amazon. I think this is the same strength as the IcyHot roll-on. When Mrs. Lion paints a racing stripe down the seam of my balls all the way to my anus, it is miserable. The burning subsides after 20 minutes and is gone after another 10. It’s a very unhappy half hour for me. Mrs. Lion finds it mildly amusing.
still no action
Because Mrs. Lion’s stomach has been bothering her, we hadn’t done anything sexual since my ruined orgasm 4 days ago (This is as of Thursday afternoon). Mrs. Lion still seems to hold off if I nap during “Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy”. I have no idea why that turns her off. I can’t really help it. It’s an after-dinner snooze, I guess. We’re back to me needing to ask, I guess. I don’t want to do that. Rather than let this fester, I’ll talk to her about it after she’s done with work today (Thursday). Stay tuned.
[Mrs. Lion — His snoozing doesn’t turn me off. I was trying not to move too much so I wouldn’t annoy my stomach. It had nothing to do with Lion snoozing. My thought lately is that he should be good to go no matter how late it gets since he’s had a nap. And since we got to the bottom of why he’s sad, I don’t even ask if he’s in the mood. Granted that was only one night and either one or both of our stomachs has been finicky since then. But rest assured, when my stomach is good, it won’t matter if he’s had a nap or not. When I’m ready to give him attention, he’ll take attention. (Unless he’s not feeling well.)]