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I didn’t do it. When I took care of the dinner dishes, Lion found a movie/documentary about Don Rickles. We both loved him so we watched it. By the time it was over, it was around 9:30. That’s usually too late for love so we just snuggled. Lion snoozed for a while early in the evening so maybe it wasn’t too late, but I can’t keep track of how late late is from one night to the next. Anyway, I didn’t even touch my weenie. This morning, Lion said it was sore. Hmmm…who else has been playing with my weenie? I went to work for a little while yesterday. Did he have a visitor?

It’s sore near the tip in the urethra. We put some antibiotic cream on it and we’ll see if that helps. If it does, we’re in business. If not, I guess we’ll wait another day or so until it feels better. First he feels sick and now my weenie is sore. Is he trying to tell me something? Are my services no longer required? It does seem suspicious. Too bad. He’s stuck with me. (Of course, I’m teasing him. I know he’s not seeing anyone else or trying to tell me something.)

Even if we can’t play, he still has to follow his rules. His butt isn’t unwell. Nor does it have a sore spot. However, it could have a sore spot quite easily. It’s been a while since his last spanking. It was “just because” he needed a reminder of how hard I can swat and I needed to test out the new strap. He can have another one “just because” I haven’t quite perfected swatting with that new strap. I’ll give it a day to see if my weenie is feeling any better. I don’t think he’d appreciate having sore spots on both front and back.

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Lion asked if I was writing a post. This was at a few minutes after 2, when my posts usually publish. I said I could probably come up with something. He told me it would be a good idea because he has nothing to say. Uh huh. I’m right there with you.

We have come to the unwritten agreement that he is the color guy and I am the play-by-play guy. He gives ideas, explains why things should be the way they should (for us), writes the reviews, etc., etc. I tell you what’s supposed to happen tonight and then tomorrow I tell you what actually happened. Sometimes I venture into his territory and vice versa. If we don’t do anything, I have no play-by-play to describe. Since Lion was sick and then building up his strength, we haven’t been doing anything. Uh oh.

Fear not! I’ll tell you what I plan on doing tonight. When he told me it was punishment day, Lion said all systems are go. I’m taking that to mean he’s ready for action. We snuggled a bit last night, but I didn’t try to go further. Could I have tried? Yes. I didn’t want to rush him. It’s possible he could think he’s better and then run out of steam. Of course, we could always stop. I’d just rather be safe than sorry. However, I have to leave it up to him. If all systems are go, then we’ll start the countdown.

I’m still not hitting him with IcyHot or clothespins right out of the gate. We’ll work up to that. First, I need to jump-start my weenie. I may have to resort to mouth-to-weenie resuscitation, but we’re both more than happy with that. I haven’t given him oral sex in over a week. I know I miss it and I assume he does too. [Lion — Ahem. December 6.]

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I like happy endings. I don’t mean just orgasms for me. I like stories that end well. It turns out that I may like them too much–no, not the orgasms, the other ones. I’ve been working on a book for some time. It’s got nothing to do with chastity or spanking. It’s a sort of fairy tale where a woman has her dream come true. I resist adding obstacles in her path. I want everything to go right from the beginning to end.

Yeah, I realize that doesn’t work. All sunshine and buttercups are boring. It’s just that every time I set up something bad, I rush to have her overcome it. Dull, dull, dull! I’ve given my draft to a few people to read. Mrs. Lion liked the story. Another beta reader has a long list of suggestions. She likes the story but thinks I need to make things harder for my protagonist. I haven’t heard back from the third reader yet.

I’m discouraged because I felt good about balancing good and bad in the story. One agent asked for the full manuscript and rejected it without comment. Maybe writing isn’t what I should be doing. At least perhaps I should give up on writing commercial fiction. I know I can write hot porn. The problem is that I have no idea how to sell it.

The problem with being an unknown (in the book world) writer is that I have no way to let people see my work. If I self-publish, nobody will discover the novel exists. Advertising is too expensive for me. PR takes a skill set that I don’t possess. Since I don’t have anything better to do, I keep making my story better. That sounds like a good thing. I don’t think it’s healthy for me. I’m getting discouraged.

It feels like I can’t do anything right. Do I keep revising? Do I try to find something less demanding? I have to keep trying until I run out of energy and self-confidence. The only question is whether I will succeed before my tank is dry.

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In: Hand Jobs

I think Lion may be almost 100% again. He hasn’t mentioned being horny, but I said I was cold this morning, and he said I could scooch over near him to get warm. He doesn’t like sex in the morning, so it wasn’t a request for hanky panky. However, if he weren’t feeling well, he wouldn’t invite me closer. I know I don’t like people near me when I don’t feel well.

If he feels better and wants some attention, I think it should be calm attention. No clothespins. No IcyHot. He may only be looking for snuggles tonight. That’s fine. We can do as much or as little as he’s comfortable with. The same goes for eating. We’ve been having noodles for days because it’s the calmest food we can think of. We’ve been a little more adventurous at breakfast, but not by much. Sticky buns yesterday and French toast today. However, Lion commented that he hadn’t had a vegetable in days. Ummm. And why is that? The good news is that we’ll probably be having salad with dinner tonight. What else we’ll have is a mystery. We’re surrounded by cookbooks and can never come up with any dinner ideas.

By the time I get around to waxing Lion, he may be ready for an orgasm. If I don’t give him one before then, it’s quite possible I could give him one while he’s all oiled up. Of course, that would be another hand job, and I said I didn’t want to give him hand jobs anymore. Still, it’s nice when he’s slippery and very hard. I don’t have to worry about how messy we are because he’s headed for the shower anyway. We’re not in bed, so the oil can drip on the sheet. I won’t say it’s any more comfortable for me. I just like him slippery. Having said that, I also like to get him very close and leave him hanging. I win either way.