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I attempted to get the waxing room ready, but the stuff piled on the waxing table has nowhere to go. I’ll have to move it out and move it back when we’re done. The wax is melting. It takes a few hours to be fully melted. There’s plenty of time to get things ready.

There were no dreams last night. At least, none that I remember. Lion was safe. I don’t think he has anything to worry about. I’ve had dreams with him in them before and I’ve never hit him in the dream or otherwise. I’ve even had dreams where he’s done something stupid and I got mad at him even though I knew he did it in the dream and not in real life, but I didn’t hit him. He should be lucky I’m not my former coworker who occasionally elbows and punches her boyfriend in her dreams. He’s wound up on the floor more than once.

Unfortunately for Lion, when I do hit him, he feels it, deserves it, and knows it’s coming. And, if Law and Order: SVU can be believed, BDSM goes wrong all the time and people die. I suppose that may be true in some cases, but certainly not as prevalent as they make it seem. Lion may wind up with a bloody tush, but he’s never in any real danger. I’d stop immediately if he was. As a matter of fact, I often stop long before he’s in danger simply because there’s a lot of blood. He generally insists I could have kept going.

Something has changed in our snuggling set-up. It’s my fault because Lion just lays there. I don’t seem to be able to reach my weenie as easily as I used to. I think I’m trying to avoid his shoulder that tends to be sensitive, so I am further up on the bed. My arms are only so long. If I want to stay under the blankets, I have to move down more. Sitting up or moving to the other side of the bed means Lion has to come out from under the covers. I don’t necessarily need him to do that if he’s not getting aroused. Sometimes I’m just idly playing with him and nothing much is happening. We like to stay where it’s nice and warm if it’s just a drive-by. Once things heat up, he comes out to play.

I tried last night and that’s when I came to my conclusion. Of course, I didn’t have the solution yet. I was on the tail end of a sinus headache. Not today, though. Lion will get waxed and cleaned off with oil. My weenie will get some attention. I don’t know if he’ll be very excited, but we should be able to have some fun.

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My mother always said that if I eat candy, it will just make me hungrier. I suppose that’s true. Is it also true about sex? Mrs. Lion gave me a great oral orgasm on Thursday night. I woke up on Friday feeling horny. The sexual interest continues into Saturday. This pattern is pretty typical for me. Does it mean that I will respond if Mrs. Lion decides to do something sexual with me at a decent hour? Common wisdom suggests that I won’t. My refractory period should be longer than a few hours. Go figure.

I suspect that Mrs. Lion needs more than a day or two to recover. She never tries anything sexual for at least three days after getting me off. I’m not suggesting that she should. I’m also not sure that I would be all that responsive. It’s odd that my interest level is so high right after ejaculating. I have no idea why I decided to write about this. Usually, I have a reason. I’m not hinting at a change that I want. I’m not offering information of use to anyone else. I’m just telling you how I’m feeling.

At 4:44 AM Saturday, I was awakened by the bed shaking and a loud thumping. At first, I thought that the dog was jumping on the bed. I dismissed that when I reasoned that a fifty-pound pup couldn’t produce effects like that. When I became fully conscious, I realized that Mrs. Lion was doing something. I couldn’t figure out what, but I worried if she might attack me. Then, she woke herself up and asked me if I was awake. I told her that I was.

She got up and went to the bathroom. When she got back, I asked her what happened. She told me it was a dream. Then, she went back to sleep. In the morning, she told me what she dreamt. Her post, “Tomorrow Is Waxing Day,” describes it. She’s talked in her sleep occasionally but never taken action before. She was violent!

When I took Ambien to sleep, I did some bizarre things too. Mrs. Lion told me that I appeared to be fully awake and asked her to make me some food. She made it, and I ate it and returned to sleep. I have no memory of that. I do remember that just before falling asleep, the room looked odd. The walls were curved. I stopped taking that drug.

As far as I know, Mrs. Lion didn’t take any mind-altering meds on Friday night. Maybe I should wear a football helmet to bed.

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In the middle of the night, I woke up kicking the edge of the bed. I was having a dream that someone was under the bed. It was part of a bigger dream that started with me shoveling snow at my parents’ house. After I woke Lion and the dog, I went back to sleep and had another dream. This one was about a job I had in a warehouse. It was a long, drawn-out process that ended with my being accepted as part of the crew, we built a lot of Statues of Liberty out of plastic components (life-size), and then I found out I was never allowed to go home. I won’t say I don’t typically dream, but I don’t usually remember them in such incredible detail, and they don’t cause me to act out. The last time I remember acting out in a dream was years ago when I yelled at our parrot to stop. I think I only woke myself up that time. [Lion — I woke up feeling the bed shake and hearing something hitting it. I worried that someone got into our house. Mrs. Lion apologized. It took me a long time to get back to sleep. Good thing she didn’t attack me.]

I have no idea why I remembered these dreams. They obviously have nothing to do with recent activities, aside from shoveling snow. I suppose the warehouse dream could have something to do with the fact that I work at home now. There’s little difference between not going home from work if you work from home. If you are a dream interpreter, I’d be interested in hearing about my dreams, as well as why I might have remembered these in particular or twice in one night.

As Lion wrote in his post, I gave him a blow job on Thursday night. It had been a while since we’d done anything sexual. He was sick for a few days. He snoozed through a few evenings. I dropped the ball other nights. I didn’t want just to edge him. I can’t give him an average of one orgasm a week if I just edged him after twelve days. I had time to make up. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but Friday night probably would have been out because Lion had an eye doctor appointment. Those jaunts into Seattle, especially when we have to wait nearly two hours for the doctor to see him, wipe us out. I think wearing a mask is partly to blame because we’re not used to it. It was easier for me when I wore one every day at work. I’m out of practice.

I’m going out on a limb and say that, given the fact that it’s already noon, I won’t be waxing Lion today. I have to clean off the waxing table and get the room ready. The wax needs time to melt. I’ll get things ready today so we can get right to it tomorrow. Now that our football teams have both failed to make the playoffs, we don’t care about watching the games. We’ll still watch the Super Bowl, but we won’t likely have skin in the game. If anything, we’ll be rooting against one of the teams, eating our traditional nachos, and we’ll start waiting for next season.

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Thursday night, after a very long 12-day wait, Mrs. Lion gave me a fantastic blow job. She edged me once within an inch of my life. She let me calm down and then started in again. This time she kept going until I had a wonderful orgasm. Whew! This is the second orgasm in 2022. Truly excellent

I’ve been running another Twitter poll. This one is about pubic hair. We’re 22 years into the millennium, and it seemed appropriate to see what’s happening down under. Women were nearly evenly divided. 55% said they have pubic hair. The men’s side was a little surprising. Almost twice as many men said that they had no pubic hair. Imagine that bald pubes won two-to-one for the guy.

In earlier times, women would have led the charge for hairless pussies. Few men were removing their fur. My Twitter results may be skewed because most of my readers are interested in male chastity and male spanking. I think guys who are into that are more likely to present hairless pubes.

The ladies are a big surprise. Young women have preferred bare genitals for the last twenty years. It’s rare to see a picture of a nude woman with pubic hair. Has the trend reversed? Or, perhaps women who read my Twitter feed are more dominant and keep their pubes hairy as part of their display of power.

That is a giant assumption with absolutely nothing behind it. If female hair removal results from males preferring skin to hair, then dominant women would disregard this preference. This is another huge assumption. Have I discovered a trend toward hairy pussies? Let’s take the power exchanges out of consideration. Have we discovered an aesthetic sea change? Has the pandemic reduced reasons for female deforestation?

It may be that many women remove their hair to look better at the beach. Staying home may encourage a more “natural” look. I don’t know. Mrs. Lion has always kept her hair down there. It’s relatively thin and doesn’t get in the way. I haven’t had any pubic hair in over twenty years. At this point, it’s all I know. Mrs. Lion plans to wax me this weekend. Not much grows in, but she likes me neat.