I had a surprise doctor’s appointment last night. I’d made it last week so it wasn’t entirely a surprise that I had one. The surprise is that it was last night. It’s a good thing I looked.
Since I was going to be late getting home, I asked Lion if he wanted to order a pizza. He agreed but by the time I made it home his tummy was bothering him so we just had noodles. Neither of us had slept well and Lion was working nonstop on a project all day. No wonder his tummy was off.


I wasn’t much in the mood for play but I would have done it if he’d wanted to. He didn’t. He wasn’t snoozing, but he wasn’t very animated. I found it interesting that I hadn’t been falling asleep all day. Granted I got more sleep than Lion had but I was still up a lot. And I wasn’t really even tired at bedtime. I think we both still had trouble sleeping last night. I have no idea what’s going on but I hope it stops soon.


It must be boring to come here all ready for insight into our sex life and hear about sleepless nights. I guess it’s inevitable since we write every day. Things are not always rosy. This is definitely real life. It has its ups and downs, its sickness and health, its excitement and boredom. I thank you for hanging in there with us even if this chapter of our lives is less than enthralling. We appreciate you.

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.