Sunday Sundae

I’ll be waxing all of this off Lion today. He has almost no pubic hair left to remove

Last night Lion’s tummy was giving him trouble. He mentioned wanting a hot fudge sundae, but he knew he shouldn’t for fear of feeling even worse. It wasn’t until this morning that I remembered his post about semen on ice cream. Is that why he wanted a sundae? I’m sure he wasn’t asking for a semen sundae.

I wouldn’t give him one anyway. He’s nowhere near ready to come again. And why would I waste it on a sundae? I rarely waste it on him. Since he doesn’t seem to like my hand anymore, his orgasms have been oral. I’m not willing to give up his cream filling once it’s in my mouth. No way! And his next orgasm is supposed to be vaginal. I suppose he could lick me clean afterward, but it still wouldn’t be on a sundae. I guess he’s safe from having a semen sundae for now.

I have the wax melting. I put most of the stuff back in Lion’s office this morning after the carpet dried. I have to clean off the waxing table and the floor surrounding it so I can yank the fur out of him. It’s been a while since I waxed him. I think it’s more than a month. He isn’t all that furry. It’s just at the base of his penis and some scraggly long hair on his balls. I may go back to only waxing his bikini area every month and the rest of him every other month. It takes longer to track down the slight hair on his stomach and chest. There just isn’t that much. If he wants his armpits done, I guess I can do them every month—the things I do for my Lion.

He’s also been after me to change the filters under the sink. I’ve only done it one other time (it’s a yearly thing), but it’s a pain in the ass. It’s a small area, and my contortionist days are long gone. It won’t take long. I just know it will hurt my shoulders. I have to bite the bullet and do it. And then we can watch our football team lose again.

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