The past two days have been very odd for this blog. Our traffic climbed until it doubled our usual number of visitors on Friday. The stats our software predicts for Saturday (I’m writing the post-mid-day on Saturday) is a little lower than Friday. Usually, when there is a sudden increase in visits, we see that a search engine or another website refers the additional people. This time, almost all are “direct entries.” Those are visitors whose browsers don’t show that the people come from another site. It usually means that they type in our web address.
That doesn’t make any sense to me. There is nothing in our content that is very unusual. When I looked to see what the people first visited, the distribution of visits looked typical. A search engine may be removing the referring site name before sending people here. That would explain why there is no obvious bump in the stats. In the past, Google has experimented with tweaks to its search algorithm. When they did this, our traffic would suddenly go up or down. I suspect this is what happened now, along with wiping out the referring site field.
We aren’t complaining about the additional traffic. It’s nice to have new people find us. As far as I can tell, we can support a lot of visits without incurring additional costs from our cloud provider. We have no way to make money with our blog. It’s a pure expense to us, and we do it because we love sharing with you—enough blog stuff.
Oral sex is all that works for me right now.
It’s been nine days since my last orgasm. I’m horny. Mrs. Lion has been fondling my penis most nights lately with little result. I’m not trying to be difficult. I just can’t seem to respond to her hand under the covers. Her mouth is another story entirely. I’m not entirely sure why this is happening—well, not happening. It just is. I get the feeling that she believes that if I’m really interested, some under-the-covers fondling will get me hard. Maybe if she makes me wait long enough, I might.
My first sexual experience was an attempt to fuck when I was eighteen. The girl and I had no sexual experience. It was my first year in college, and my high school days (and nights) were spent at a boys’ boarding school. I never saw a naked woman before that day. I thought I penetrated her that first time. I had an orgasm, and so did she.
When we got together again a couple of weeks later, we were less rushed and more willing to explore together. I couldn’t get inside her. She had a very tough hyman. It didn’t occur to either of us to have her go to her gynecologist to get him to break it surgically. I probably could have gotten through, but it would have taken a lot of force and hurt her.
Anyway, we decided to look for a workaround. We bought a marriage manual (this was pre-Web days) and read it together. Oral sex looked like fun, so we tried it. It worked very well for both of us. I don’t remember how long we were together. It was months, at the least. We were very happy using our mouths each time we were together.
Maybe my earliest experience created my love of oral sex. It has always been my favorite. I wonder if that is partly to blame for my current need for oral attention. It’s also partly because for the last eight years or so, handjobs were my source of sex more than 99 percent of the time. I have no idea how I would do with vaginal sex. Mrs. Lion doesn’t want that. It’s been about five years since the last time we tried. For now, at least, it appears to be oral or nothing for me. It’s like I’m 18 again.