Date Night

I confess. I was annoyed by Lion’s insistence that my asking him if I can pencil him in for Sunday at 3 wasn’t a real invitation. I actually did a search for formal invitations online, figuring I could email him one. The only reason I didn’t do it is because then he’d say an email invitation wasn’t real either. I did verbally ask him, and he chuckled as he said yes. Was it funny? I didn’t think so. At least not funny ha ha. Funny ridiculous, yes.

Lion was watching TV at 3. I gathered up the restraints and the straps. As I untangled the straps, I realized there was a piece missing from one of them. He’d just have to be a half-tied Lion. I got his hands secured and set to work jerking him off. It didn’t seem to be working very well, and it wasn’t as comfortable for me as I’d hoped. With a little maneuvering, I got him positioned across the bed so I could suck him. It worked much better and it was what he wanted. He rarely turns down the opportunity for a blow job.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering what the best course of action was. Should I give him an orgasm last night so he’d be excited again before I leave? Should I give him an orgasm Wednesday night and leave him hanging for three days? If I gave him an orgasm last night, he could say I only give him attention when it’s time for an orgasm. He wants to be edged. I decided I’d edge him and decide later when he’ll get his orgasm. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to get to the edge. Was it because I hadn’t played with him every night since his last orgasm? It couldn’t have been too late in the day. Maybe there’s no answer.

I asked Lion if I could pencil him in for next Sunday at 3. I think he said yes. On one hand, it’s nice to have a standing date. On the other hand, maybe it’s too regimented. Would it be better to ask him for a date later on tonight, for example? Or is it okay to schedule it. Of course, no one says he’ll only get attention Sunday at 3, or whenever. It’s just fun to have date night sometimes. I don’t think we need to do it every week. Maybe we could do it when/if we realize we’re slipping. When I’m slipping. Either one of us could say, “Date night?” and the other will know what it means.