Part of our computer system at work is still down. We’re left trying to piece things together to continue doing business. Most of our clients are understanding, but there are a few who are being difficult. We’re only halfway through the day and the staff is frazzled.
Last night, as I sucked Lion, I was thinking about perfecting my craft. I know he says I do a very good job. But I want to be the best. Naturally, practice makes perfect. Of course, Lion will gladly agree to being my muse. Maybe, now that I have a goal, he won’t feel so bad about things being one-sided. That’s not why I want to be the best. It’s sort of a side effect.
It may sound silly to want to do this. I just want to make Lion feel as good as possible. I’m not looking for the quickest way to get him to the edge. I really want to know what to do to get him as excited as possible. I’ve always liked to change things up. I vary the speed. I change where I’m putting pressure. I change the amount of suction. And I vary the depth. I won’t say there’s only one way to do it. Maybe that’s the problem.
Well, not really a problem. Variety is the spice of life, as they say. Maybe I’m already doing everything I need to do. On the other hand, more practice wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think Lion has ever critiqued me. I’ll ask if he noticed a certain thing and, more often than not, he doesn’t even realize I changed anything. I suppose that’s what happens when the blood flow is directed somewhere other than the brain. How can I expect him to think with such a distraction going on?
I guess I’ll just continue on my merry way. The fact that he’s out of breath and unable to move for a few minutes after I’m done with him is verification enough. I may not be quite perfect, but apparently I’m close.
There is no limit to perfection. But the main thing is not to stop and not rest at what has been achieved. So in any business, not necessarily in sex.