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We ordered pizza last night. It’s been a while. Even the pizza guy noticed when he brought up our information. It was very good, too. Not that it isn’t normally, but it seemed to have extra cheese on it and the cheese was extra stringy. Yum. Despite that, neither of us ate more than two slices. We have leftovers for lunch or tonight.

When I played with my weenie, I wasn’t sure we’d get very far. Lion made all the right purring noises, but he didn’t seem very interested. He was disappointed when I stopped so I kept going. Then, I heard the unmistakable even breathing of him sleeping. Nope. We didn’t get very far. That’s okay. It’s not a testimony of my skill at arousing him. He didn’t sleep well. I don’t think he snoozed at all while we were waiting for the pizza. He may very well have been interested in sex. He was just too tired.

We can certainly try again tonight. I think he slept better last night. He’s probably just as horny, if not more, than he was yesterday. If he falls asleep again, then we have a problem. No. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. One of the good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) things about sex being one-sided is that I’m not all revved up with no place to go. If I was horny and he couldn’t “perform”, there might be a bigger problem. I might be disappointed. Other than times when I’m looking forward to giving him an orgasm, he can’t really disappoint me. We still get to be close. We still get to snuggle. We still hold hands. There’s no loser in those scenarios. Lion may be disappointed in himself, but he doesn’t need to apologize to me. He does sometimes, but he doesn’t have to.

From his point of view, I can see apologizing if I’ve spent some time and effort trying to get him to the edge and he can’t make it. He still doesn’t have to, but I understand the reasoning. I don’t think I’ve ever given him cause to think I was upset. If anything, I feel like I haven’t done enough for him. I guess that’s what happens when neither one of us is selfish. Lion worries about the one-sidedness of our sex life. He absolutely doesn’t need to worry. I’m happy making him happy.

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I think that Mrs. Lion’s plan to change my interest in sex is working. She decided that I was to have more frequent orgasms. Her goal was at least one a week. That’s a lot more than I’ve gotten in the past. My average for 2021 was two a month. I was surprised to discover that I adapted to that rhythm. I didn’t start getting horny until almost two weeks passed. She gave me four orgasms in January (So far. I’m writing this on January 31). My last orgasm was after only a three-day wait. Today is the fourth day, and I’m horny.

I knew that “use it or lose it” applies to male interest in sex. I had no idea the condition was reversible. Apparently, it is. I feel ready to go. There’s been a problem that isn’t related to how long I wait. I am not producing any semen. Everything feels normal to me, but nothing comes out. Some women might find that a benefit. Not Mrs. Lion. She likes the taste of semen.

I’ve done some research and discovered that this is something that needs medical help. I expect that I will be referred to a urologist who will do tests. Typically, dry orgasms are the result of surgeries. I haven’t had any in years. I was hoping that I would learn it was a normal part of aging in some men. It isn’t. It’s probably a sign of trouble.

Thankfully, I can still have orgasms, even if they’re dry. According to one study I read, my orgasms may be retrograde. The semen is emitted into the bladder instead of out of the penis. This is often the result of an overactive bladder. I have some symptoms that suggest that may be my problem. It’s stupid to self-diagnose.

I learned one interesting thing. The way they determine if the ejaculate went into the bladder is to analyze post-orgasmic urine. If it contains sperm (duh!), the ejaculation is retrograde. That can’t happen with me. I was fixed years ago. However, the interesting part is that if fructose is found in the urine, it is also a sign of retrograde ejaculation.

Fructose? Maybe that’s one reason Mrs. Lion is so fond of my cream filling. It’s sweet, just like me.