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Maybe there really is something to my theory that moving around stirs up the crazy. Yesterday, I lounged for a while before getting up to make breakfast and then I lounged around before getting up to do the breakfast dishes. The crazy seemed to stay away. I was even able to tease Lion last night. He enjoyed himself but, as he said, he would have enjoyed himself more if he’d gotten an orgasm. Poor thing.

This morning, I didn’t have the luxury of lounging around. I was rushing around doing the dishes, giving Lion his eye drops, getting dressed and grabbing something for lunch. By the time I got to work, the crazy had been stirred up. I was ready to go back home and decompress. Of course, it’s not as bad as last week. Maybe a huge part of my recent issue has been lack of sleep. Once I zonked out, things started to get better. Either I was tired and that intensified things or the other way around. Either way, things are a little better now. I just have to stop stirring up the crazy.

Yesterday, Lion and I were hugging and my hand wandered to his buns. He wiggled like he always does. I told him it’s been a while since those buns have been on fire. I don’t have any plans to whomp him. He’s been very well-behaved. He’s even set the new coffee pot up for a few days. He may need a just because spanking so he remembers what a hot butt feels like.

As I said, I was able to edge Lion last night. I was a little uncomfortable but I think that had more to do with his being just slightly in the wrong position than my being achy. Of course, it’s been a while so maybe the achiness was bound to happen. Tonight, I’ll make sure he’s all the way across the bed so I can torture him more. He’s hoping for an orgasm. Maybe I am too. We’ll have to see how nice I am later. It might just be more fun to watch him squirm.

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Sex is back, at least on the blog. It’s not back in the bedroom. Mrs. Lion has been having a very hard time lately. She figures it’s due to dropping an antianxiety medication. I hope that’s the case. I’m worried it is something else. Regardless (did you know that “irregardless” is now considered a word? Yuck!) of the reason, she hasn’t been able to provide any sexual entertainment for me. I know that bothers her. I understand, and I think it bothers me a lot less than her.

I’m lucky that she enjoys teasing me and getting me off. Many, if not most, women who lose their libidos also lose interest in sex for their mates as well. Mrs. Lion cares enough to make sure I’m sexually satisfied (or frustrated). Until very recently, she hasn’t mentioned me masturbating as a work-around. I’m thankful for that. Some women in my past had asked me to do it when they weren’t in the mood to have any kind of sex. When I approached them, they would say, “Not tonight, but I’ll help you.” That meant I jerk off, and she tickles my balls. A steady diet of that went a long way to convince me that I didn’t need “help” or the woman providing it. Once in a while, it was fun.

I think that too many women believe that men are just as happy jerking off as they are getting a hand job. The hand job is the least interactive two-person sexual activity. At least that’s how I look at it. If I were to rank sexual activity in order of ascending intimacy, it would be masturbating, hand job, vaginal intercourse, anal intercourse, and oral sex. Oral sex is the most intimate, in my view. I know you can’t get pregnant sucking a cock, but whether or not pregnancy might result is not a measure of intimacy.

Oral sex is most intimate because it involves all of the senses. A hand job is literally delivered at arms-length. Vaginal sex is also geographically isolated from all senses outside of the vagina, which is designed to enjoy a penis inside. Anal sex is more intimate than vaginal because there is an almost guaranteed quantity of discomfort. Oral is the most intimate because all senses are involved. The nose and mouth are right there between my legs. There will be taste involved with ejaculation. Fortunately, Mrs. Lion likes how semen tastes. There can be a smell, of course. There is also no direct sexual stimulation to the woman performing it.

Degre of intimacy doesn’t necessarily determine what I like best. Generally speaking, I love oral sex. It’s always been my favorite. I truly enjoy vaginal and anal too. Hand jobs are nice, but maybe I’ve had too many since we started chastity. I haven’t masturbated since December 2013. I was never a giant fan and always did it when I just wanted to get off.

Getting oral sex always feels like a gift to me. I know that while Mrs. Lion might enjoy sucking my cock, there is no sexual payoff for her. Since she lost her libido, any sex she provides is purely altruistic. I’m her favorite charity. I don’t particularly like that. However, I love her “donations.”

[Mrs. Lion — I don’t consider it charity. If I was on the bottom and just a receptacle for Lion, then it would be charity. Good thing the 1950s are over.]

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I had every intention of playing with Lion early yesterday. I figured I didn’t have to work so I wouldn’t be as tired or achy. Ha! I discovered that I feel okay if I’m not moving around much. I think I stir up the crazy in my blood when I’m up and about doing things. And for some reason, I was exhausted yesterday. It boiled down to not being a question of playing with Lion early. I couldn’t do it at all. He’s been very patient during my meltdown.

Apparently my body just decided it was lights out and I fell asleep before doing Lion’s eye drops. I woke up just as he did the last of them and turned out the lights. I hadn’t brushed my teeth so I went to do that. I figured it was entirely possible that I would wake up completely and not be able to get back to sleep. I needn’t have worried. I was out in no time. I woke up just before 6:30 and decided I could wait for the alarm to go off before I went to pee. The next thing I knew, it was 8 and the dog was staring at me to take her out.

Lion wondered how I feel today. I haven’t done much to stir the crazy up yet. I’m glad I got a lot of sleep. I joked that I don’t take his big cat (Lion, get it?) naps so every once in a while I make up for it with a long snooze. Once I start doing the laundry and other chores, I’m sure I’ll feel a little yucky, but maybe the worst is over. I did take the first dose of the anxiety drug again, but I don’t think that will make me feel better right away. I also don’t think it had anything to do with my sleeping a lot.

My plan is to ease back into normalcy. Let’s see how I feel before I commit to anything specific. If I don’t hurt when I snuggle with him, maybe I can move on to playing with my weenie more seriously. And if that doesn’t kill me, we see about some oral attention. My mind is willing. Let’s see if the body can hold up its end of the bargain.

[Lion — Mrs. Lion also mentioned supervised masturbation. That’s always a possibility in a pinch.]
[Mrs. Lion — Boy! He went from being completely against supervised masturbation to mentioning it every chance he gets.]

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Maybe I’m losing it. Or, perhaps my attention span is tiny. I have no memory of Mrs. Lion telling me that my eye drops were done. She puts a series of drops in my eyes when we get up and before we go to sleep. We have to wait five minutes between drops. She does it because it’s easier for me. What a lioness! Anyway, I don’t always remember her setting the timer–we use Alexa. When she told me we were done, I was focused on watching an episode of “Law and Order, SVU” and didn’t remember our exchange. At least I hope that’s the reason.

Mrs. Lion often forgets that I don’t know or remember the context of a conversation. I think that’s why I struggle with pronouns. I use a product called “Grammarly” to copy-edit my writing. It uses artificial intelligence to catch things like unclear references. That’s what sometimes happens with Mrs. Lion. I think she forgets that when she uses a pronoun, the noun it refers to isn’t clear to me. I get it.

I’m very sensitive to this because I’m now a writer. I know. We are both writers. Each of us has over a million words of blogging. That’s writing. Somehow, becoming a novelist, albeit barely published, makes being a writer official, at least in my mind. I am approaching it as my new career. It’s very hard work, by the way. I’ve also decided to learn what I can about the profession from others. I’m reading books on writing fiction.

You know a lot about me. At least you do if you’ve been following the blog for a while. I tend to charge full-speed into things. I did with my first book, Fan Mail. I self-published it on Amazon. Sales suck. What’s worse, no agent will consider representing me since it is already published. Shit! What a mess.

It may well be that my second book won’t do any better at getting me represented. That’s a depressing thought. Most of the rejections I’ve gotten are from emails. One agent took the time to tell me that Fan Mail is an interesting idea, but no publisher will touch it since I put it on Amazon. Naturally, I think the premise is good. A successful TV actress decides to email a guy who sent a fan letter and asked for her picture. The story includes the actual emails. Within hours, she decides to invite him to join her on a week-long vacation in Maui. I think it is a nice start.

The rest of the story is hot sex and intrigue. The few people who have reviewed it gave it four stars. Thank you! Mrs. Lion says she likes it too. It’s hard to tell with her. She loves me and wants to encourage me. No, this isn’t a commercial for the book. However, for a few days starting Monday, you can get the book for free! I set the deal up on Amazon. Enjoy! Please review it too.

Usually, I’m not too fond of it when writers blog about their work. Here I am, guilty of the same thing. There is a point to this post. In his book, How to Write a Damn Good Novel, James Frey, writes that novels are about characters with lots of sex. It’s more complicated than that, but it reminded me of something I was told a long time ago: Write what you know about. Cool! My sexual adventures are numerous and varied. Finally, something I am qualified to do! I think the jump from sex blogger to novelist is pretty small. Wish me luck.