Lion was definitely horny. He was trying to get hard, and when I suggested I try sucking him, he agreed. Did I think he wouldn’t? He has in the past, but I figured he wouldn’t last night. It took a little bit of doing, but I managed to get him pretty hard. I wondered if he was getting close to the edge, so I stopped. He was panting but said he wasn’t really close. I went back to work.
It may have been twelve days since his last orgasm, but I wasn’t tempted to give him one. My goal was to make him horny. Sure, I could have actually gotten him to the edge. I would have if he made it there by the time I was happy with my progress. I wasn’t against edging him. I just figured he was horny enough at that point.
Lion disagreed. I asked if he’d been expecting an orgasm. He’d hoped. Awwww, I’m sorry. Not really. The purpose of our exercise was to make him horny. A frustrated Lion is a happy Lion. Well, maybe not happy. He’s not exactly unhappy. He got some attention. It was fun while it lasted. I’m sure it will be fun while it lasts tonight too. He might even get to the edge. And he’ll end the night frustrated again. Poor Lion.
I think it’s good for him to be frustrated. It builds character. And isn’t this what he asked me to do all those years ago? I’m just following his wishes. Please don’t blame me for your frustration, Lion. It’s all your doing. Of course, it’s all his doing when he eventually gets an orgasm. No, he doesn’t dictate when or how, but he said I should make him wait until I want him to have an orgasm. Tease and deny and then give him an orgasm. The frustration was implied.
I’m so nice to my Lion while I’m mean.