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If I had to bet on it, I’d bet that Lion hates when I get him excited only to stop playing with him. It’s one thing to edge him. He signed up for that. But sometimes I get him excited, on the way to the edge, and leave him hanging. Extra mean? I don’t know. Personally, if he did that to me, I’d prefer it to being edged. I’ve only been edged a few times. Once was by accident. Once was by Lion. I don’t know if he did it on purpose. I was not amused. I hated it. I can’t imagine counting down to liftoff only to have the launch called off at the last second, on purpose. If we aren’t going all the way, drop me off early.

Of course, Lion is wired differently. To this day, I’m not sure if he likes to be edged or if he just likes the loss of control. It’s one thing to tell me I have control of his orgasms. It’s quite another to tell me to torture him. He’ll say he doesn’t like pain. I call bullsh*t. Why else would spanking turn him on? Why else would he want CBT? I know. I know. He’ll say it’s the loss of control. I’m sure that’s part of it. But I don’t buy that he doesn’t like pain.

I digress. The point is that I didn’t edge him last night. I played with weenie and the boys, and Lion did get hard. I stroked him as though I was heading for the edge, but I never took him very far. Sometimes, when I start out with every intention of edging him, I decide to stop early. Why? Why not? If he’s given control of his orgasms to me, shouldn’t it follow that I have control of his not-orgasms? When we started orgasm control, he suggested edging rather than orgasms. No one ever said I was limited to just edging or orgasm. Obviously, there are times he can’t make it to the edge. I’m not talking about those times. Neither of us has control of that.

Look at it like a fire truck. Sometimes, the crew takes them out for a drive just to keep things in working order. You have to give the engine something to do other than sit in the garage all the time. I’m just taking Lion’s firetruck out for a joy ride when I don’t take him to the edge. Maybe edging is the equivalent of a false alarm for the fire truck. Lights and sirens, and there’s no fire. Damn. He can always hope there’s a raging fire next time.

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In: Anal play

Things are back to normal here. I have a minor cough, but I’m not really sick. It could just be allergies. I know that I’m better because I’m horny again. Even though it’s just two days after my last orgasm, I feel ready to go. I’m also working on my second book. So far, no one is interested in the first one. I’m not too concerned. The new book is going to be a lot better than the first.

Summer is here. Our daytime highs are in the upper 70’s. Mrs. Lion is much happier now that we sold our truck and camper. It’s a big load off both of our minds. It’s also a relief that we didn’t get very sick when we got COVID. It’s nice to have things look up this way.

I love that Mrs. Lion is working from home. It’s great that we are together all of the time. We get along very well. I’ve been following my rules. My last spanking is more than three weeks back in the rearview mirror. Mrs. Lion said that she thinks I want a spanking. I’m not sure that I do. I’m not sure that I don’t. It’s a good thing that it isn’t up to me.

Speaking of my hindquarters, it’s been a long time since I’ve received any anal attention. It may be that Mrs. Lion is having trouble finding a comfortable perch to administer rear attention. We solved the spanking issue with our dedicated spanking bench. I’m wondering if we might need something to make anal activities more appealing for her.

Our waxing bench is at a very good height for her to reach my body. The problem with it is that it’s located in our pantry and Mrs. Lion uses it as a landing place for various items she brings in there. In order to use it, she has to find homes for the stuff she put on it. We also have to travel to the other side of the house. It might make sense to buy another and store it near the bedroom. It’s easy to open and close. The only problem is where to store it when it isn’t in use. If we can figure that out, we may have an all-purpose play surface, a lion playground.

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I am so glad we’re both feeling better. My stomach was a little off last night, but otherwise things are back to normal. The problem with that is that I’ve had a chance to look around the house. What a mess! Between things that came in from the camper and things I just dropped anywhere when we weren’t feeling well, it will take me the better part of the weekend to straighten up. And the lawn needs to be mowed. And the dog needs a bath. And the Lion may even need to be waxed again. I can only do so much. [Lion — I don’t need waxing this week,]

Lion just mentioned going to the casino. He also wants to track down some raspberries. Guess which one I’d rather do. Of course, they aren’t mutually exclusive things. However, a trip to the casino will curtail any Lion fun for whichever night we go. I know he wants some more fun. My goal was to start playing the day after an orgasm. Last night’s stomach woes put a damper on that, but tonight should be fine.

He wrote about balls the other day. I like his balls. I don’t particularly care if they’re hairy or not. My favorite view is when he’s been under the blankets and then stands up. I like the way they hang down. Some women may find that unappealing. Some women may find balls unappealing altogether. When his balls are warm, they’re almost squishable. The skin is soft and stretchy. They just feel nice. On the other hand, I like his balls when they aren’t warm too. They’re nice and compact. In either case, they’re easy to wrangle. I can yank on them or tie them or kiss them. Okay. They aren’t as much fun as their neighbor, but I still like them.

I assume there are some women who don’t like weenies either. It’s their loss. Give me a weenie and some balls to snuggle up with and I’m a happy camper. Well, not just any weenie and balls. They have to be attached to Lion.

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My orgasmic drought ended on Wednesday night. I waited 17 days and nights. To be fair, we were both under the weather for seven of those days. Mrs. Lion said that I should deduct the sick days from the total to get my “true” wait time. Nope. Sick or well, it was 17 days.

In one sense she’s right. I wasn’t a bit interested in sex while sick. That doesn’t mean that my sexual battery wasn’t charging. It was. I was ready to go in no time. The elapsed time from when Mrs. Lion starts until I orgasm doesn’t seem to get shorter after a long wait. I always thought that the hornier I got, the faster I would come.

This was true when I was in my twenties and thirties. On occasion, I would squirt within a minute of starting. Fortunately, that was infrequent. That stopped happening in my forties. There are a couple of possible reasons. The first is physiological. My sexual responses age and slow. Every man experiences this. We go from being able to have an orgasm ten minutes after coming, to a refractory period of a day or two. This probably makes it take longer to get to the top of the mountain.

The second reason is psychological. We grow accustomed to our sexual experiences and partners. Novelty and anticipation play a part in quick release. Would I be quick to ejaculate if my favorite movie star wanted me to fuck her? I’m sure there would be some effect. Maybe not. When I was invited to be with two women, I performed well even though they spent a lot of time teasing me before fucking. I also wasn’t ready for the second woman until the next day.

I wish I had a better handle on my own sexuality. Every time  I think that I’ve figured out how I work, contradictory evidence emerges. You’d think that mother nature would make males very predictable. Other mammals ejaculate almost instantly upon penetration. Some stay conjoined afterward, but the seed is spread before anything else happens.

This strategy works for reproduction but doesn’t do much for pair bonding. Prolonged intercourse improves the odds of orgasms for both partners. There’s no evolutionary preparation for the situation I’m in. Mrs. Lion doesn’t want sex and I do. You’d think that the optimum way this should work would be for me to orgasm in seconds. That would make it easier for Mrs. Lion to satisfy me. That would be a just-in-time orgasm. Unfortunately, there is no way to train me to do that.