If I didn’t know better, I’d say Lion is trying to keep me from giving him an orgasm. About a week ago, he said I probably wanted to give him one so I wouldn’t have to deal with him again for a while. I did indeed want to give him one, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to deal with him. I thought he was due, and I wanted to do it. I tried the night before we picked up the puppy. He couldn’t get to the edge.
Since the puppy got here, we’ve been tired. It’s like having a baby. Worse, actually. Babies are confined to a crib for most of the first few months. The first few months of having a puppy consist of asking, “Have you seen the puppy?” and saying, “Don’t chew that! Don’t pee there! Put that down! Get out of there!” There’s also a lot of “No!!!” As you can imagine, this doesn’t leave much time for sexual activity. Well, there’s time. There isn’t much energy.
I’ve wanted to give Lion an orgasm for over a week. I have to remind myself that I changed my mind when he said I wanted to give him one just to be rid of him for a while. The point is moot because I can’t seem to get him to the edge. I know he doesn’t have much say in the matter. I’m sure he could sabotage himself and not get hard, but I don’t think he can make himself get hard without going to the edge. I’m also sure it’s not me. What I mean by that is I’m not thinking I don’t turn him on anymore. None of the “poor Mrs. Lion” stuff. I know he goes through slumps, and maybe this is one of them. I’m also pretty sure it could be the inconsistency of things lately. Will we play tonight? I don’t know. He’s tired. I’m tired. We’re tired. Maybe we’ll play tonight but not tomorrow night and then maybe not the night after that, but Wednesday will be a good day.
It also occurs to me after I’ve been sucking him for a while that I should have brought out the rope or the clothespins or shoved a butt plug in to get the party started. I know that helps sometimes. I won’t say it’s a cure-all, but it can help. I’ll try to remember one of those playthings tonight, so my plaything can get more turned on. And maybe I’ll give him that orgasm I’ve been waiting for.
All the time there are some chores: either a sick dog, or a puppy requiring constant attention. It takes time and effort. But this is life. And we can only rejoice that we have it.
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