Alligators and Lions

The only problem with having warm weather is that it makes me feel like I have to take advantage of it and mow the lawn. The lawnmower was a challenge to start for the first time this year. It usually is. My goal was to finish the front lawn and take a break. I failed. It’s 80 degrees (I didn’t know it at the time), and I needed a break early. I’ll head back out after a rest and a long drink. After a rest and a long drink, I need to mess around with the air conditioners when I get back in. Yay.

I’m very glad that Lion doesn’t want to play with pee. It’s certainly not the most disgusting thing I’ve heard of, but I don’t want to do it. Lion said I must have thought about it because I want more power. I had that theory too. I’m not so sure. I know he wants me to feel powerful, but I don’t. I could always have yelled at him for interrupting me. I didn’t need his permission. Yes, I’m gun shy from my ex. Yes, I am one of the most non-confrontational people you’ll ever meet. (Except at work. I have balls of steel there. People always tell me that something I said will get back to the person I said it about, and I always tell them I’d say it to her face. They were very surprised when I actually did it once.) [Lion — This is exactly why I keep encouraging Mrs. Lion to demonstrate her power. It’s been nearly 20 years since she had her ex-husband pushing her around.]

Anyway, I don’t think I was looking for more power or a way to show Lion my power. I have plenty of ways to do that already. I think it popped into my head, like when you remember someone you went to school with or playing a game with your grandmother. Memories do that to you.

Today is the third day after Lion’s orgasm. I assume he’ll be getting horny soon. He may be now for all I know. I’m not sure what shape I’ll be in after mowing the lawn, but we can snuggle, and I can fiddle around with my weenie. He likes being petted even if I don’t do anything else as long as I don’t touch the balls. Rubbing them puts Lion to sleep. I’ve seen videos of people putting alligators to sleep by rubbing their tummies. I guess Lions and alligators have similar things in common.


  1. Handy to know in case an alligator ever attacks me! Or Mr Lion, for that matter!

    I remember little things that happened years ago for seemingly no reason all the time, and other things I reflect on way too often. I’m sure if I watched a woman relieve herself onto someone else in front of an audience then I’d recall it offen! I just remembered a game I read about years ago, called The Game, that you play against yourself. You lose whenever you think of The Game and then a new game begins. You’re never not playing The Game!

    1. The main thing is not to confuse who to rub what. Otherwise, there may be unpredictable consequences.

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