I hate writing about not wanting sex. It’s not what a sex blogger should be discussing. The simple fact is that my sex drive seems broken. On Wednesday night Mrs. Lion gave me oral attention. It felt very good. After all, it’s my favorite sexual activity. It took a long time for me to get hard in her mouth. Once I did, my arousal got stalled. Sure, I liked it. At times, I was sure I would get to the edge. I didn’t.
It’s ironic that Mrs. Lion can easily reach orgasm but doesn’t want to. I absolutely want to ejaculate but can’t. It reminds me of the Pinter play, “No Exit.” A straight man, a gay man, and a gay woman are trapped in a room with no door. It’s an odd drama that gives a vision of hell. All are clearly interested in sex but can’t find a partner. The tensions mount with no possible resolution. That’s how I feel. My lioness is orgasmic but uninterested. I’m interested but not orgasmic. Unfair!
Mrs. Lion is sure that my ability to ejaculate will turn on as suddenly as it turned off. I hope so. If history is any indication, she’s right. It doesn’t feel that way to me. I know, I know, I’ve sung this song before. There’s a good chance that Mrs. Lion is right. Tell that to my penis. I can’t claim that my interest in being spanked is unsatisfied. It’s way more than satisfied. I don’t have any idea what might trigger my libido. Mrs. Lion has a large repertoire of things she can do to me. Maybe running through some of them will refresh my libido.
Speaking of spanking, I appear to have permanent marks on my bottom due to being paddled so often. It’s probably a natural darkening of the skin caused by the repeated swats. It may be similar to the darkening most people get around the anus. I’m sure it’s harmless, but it tells a tale of spankings to a knowledgeable viewer. I wonder how many other guys experience this.
I put a small survey on Twitter. I asked women readers to answer this question: Do you like to watch a man you know intimately masturbate? 70% said that they do. 30% said that they do only if they are sexually aroused. None said that they didn’t like to watch. This surprised me. I’ve read some female sex bloggers write disparagingly about males jerking off while they watched. Apparently, watching a sexual partner play with his penis is fun for all of the women. Nice, I suppose. It’s not a topic likely to come up here.
I have not read Pinter’s play, but the situation you described is interesting. I would like to know how it ended. I have to read it.
It’s an amazing view of hell.