reverse cowgirl position

Apparently, I need to keep a log of things. Lion is very good at noting when things happen so he can refer to it later on. He can tell you it’s been X amount of time since blah blah happened. I don’t keep track. He had to remind me yesterday that we’ve lived in this house for three years, not two. Normally, it doesn’t matter to me how long ago something happened. Then he writes a post like this morning’s.

Has Lion kept track of the last time we had anal sex? That was something I liked that sort of fell by the wayside after I inadvertently trained him to only have sex on his back. Even if I wanted sex now, the only positions available are cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. I’m sure there are other positions. Those are just the two we used. I’m trying to remember if we actually ever had missionary position sex. But I digress.

I was just wondering why Lion can’t ask for BDSM. I know he doesn’t like to initiate. I know he doesn’t want to ask me to do things because he’s a chore. (He’s not.) What would happen if he said something like, “I’d really like to have my balls tied up tonight.”? Unless one of us is tired, sick or sore, we should be doing something sexual. I know I’m in charge. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s stupid but I run out of ideas. Even Lion says I do too much CBT. So what does he want?

He likes when I tell him what I’m going to do to him. Wouldn’t it be nice for him to tell me what he wants me to do to him? Who cares if it’s topping from the bottom? And, by the way, if I’m asking, it’s not topping from the bottom.

Anyway, there’s an idea for one solution to Lion’s BDSM dry spell. Drought, really.

Until recently, I had no idea that too much antihistamine interfered with my interest in sex. I began thinking that there was a relationship when I took an Allegra before dinner and then didn’t get hard when Mrs. Lion fondled my penis. For a while, I figured that I was in a slump or was broken. After a Google search, I confirmed my suspicions. I’ve cut way down on the allergy pills, and my interest in sex has gone way up. It was an easy fix for me. Mrs. Lion hasn’t had a real chance to see if I am better. I hope she confirms my feelings.

For no particular reason, we haven’t done much BDSM in a long time. With the exception of domestic discipline, we’ve been a vanilla couple for quite a while. The leather restraints got one brief use, and I had some clothespins on my balls at the beginning of the summer. I haven’t been strapped down for spanking in months. Maybe this is a new phase in our relationship. We haven’t talked about it. That’s not unusual. We rarely sit down and discuss sexual topics. Our discussions usually end up as posts here.

I’m not sure that’s the best thing for us. It works in a sort of non-interactive way. When Mrs. Lion worked more than ten feet away from me, we exchanged emails. We used them as a tool to make and discuss plans. It feels silly to do that now. I’ve been thinking about all of this. First, play and BDSM are all my wants. Mrs. Lion is uninterested in sex for herself and never had much fun doing BDSM things to me. That strongly suggests that I should give up and be grateful that she is so willing to get me off.

Based on my experience as a top, the only way I kept topping fun for me was to read and talk about the stuff we did. It isn’t much fun for Mrs. Lion to put clothespins on my balls. But if she read about other people’s experiences or even shared her own in a more interactive forum, it might be fun for her. Since she doesn’t, I think I need to let BDSM go. It might be one more thing that gets relegated to my past

After I gave the lawn mower a tune up, I had to test it to make sure I had everything back the way it should be. I didn’t change the blade. I couldn’t get the old one off. It’s just as well. I hit a rock as I mowed. Our landlord has rocks as borders around things. I hate it. My next project is to get rid of the rocks on the front lawn so I can mow without taking chunks out of the blade.

Since I hadn’t planned on mowing the lawn, I didn’t take any Tylenol before I went outside. Big mistake. I was stiff and achy afterwards. Tylenol knocked it down to just a nuisance. I was ready to play with Lion. However, Lion was snoozing when I came out of the shower. Now, he’ll tell you I could have awakened him up to play. Yes, I could have. I always figure he’s snoozing because he’s tired. He says he doesn’t even realize he was sleeping. I think that’s usually true of impromptu naps. Unless you purposely lie down to nap, you probably don’t realize you’ve dozed off.

The other issue with playing with Lion is the sore on his penis. It’s right below the head toward one side. I’m not sure how I could have done it to him. It would be a bruise if I’d pinched him. This is an actual break in the skin. Anyway, he said if I used my mouth or avoided the area, it would be okay. I don’t see how I can avoid it, given its location. It’s right in the fun zone. We’ll have to see how much it hurts later today. By the way, when I give him a hand job, I don’t speed up just to get it over with quicker. I don’t realize I’m going faster.

Today, apparently, I’m going through boxes. Lion has been asking me for a long time to get rid of things around here. It’s been boxed up for two [Lion — 3] years. If we haven’t needed it in two years, it’s likely we don’t need it. By that logic, I should just throw out the entire box without looking in it. That doesn’t make any sense. The problem, of course, is that I’d like a day off. And when I say a day off, I mean no chores. No laundry. No cooking. No nothing. I want to sit by the pool with a margarita.

Well, we don’t have a pool. We don’t have a maid. We don’t have a cook. So, off I go to do the laundry, do the “farms”, and go through boxes.

We missed a day. I had an eye doctor appointment, and we didn’t have much to report. Mrs. Lion wrote her Saturday post and then went outside to work on the lawnmower. We’re back to normal summer weather here. It’s 65o F. That’s more like it. I’ve cut back on antihistamines, and my sex temperature is up. I have a little sore on my penis from Mrs. Lion’s handjob the other day. Sometimes she gets carried away. Maybe that’s not the right word. Perhaps she wants to get it done sooner, so she grabs harder and moves faster.

I had a very good time. I think that our massage table gives her better access. I like the change of venue. I wonder if Mrs. Lion gets her waxing stool out of storage if oral sex might be easier with me on the table. If I move down and let my legs hang over the end, she can sit on her stool between my legs. Just a thought.

It looks like inflation may be reversing a little. Silly things, like tuna salad from Safeway, went from $4 to $8. We can’t afford it now. Our KFC dinner was almost $10 more than the last time we had it. Our favorite pizzas jumped $7. Coffee from our favorite roaster in New York, Porto Rico Coffee (still the best place for great beans at good prices), jumped by $3 a pound. We don’t drive much, so gas prices don’t affect us. Basics, like coffee and food, are big problems for us. We’re eating more pasta.

I’m sure that you’re feeling the pinch too. So far, the cost of maintaining our online presence hasn’t changed. It’s disappointing that my tuna salad lunch and Neopolitan pizza dinners are out of reach. We have a lot of food in our freezer. Maybe when Mrs. Lion goes on a safari there, she’ll find some forgotten goodies; I’m glad I like spaghetti. [Mrs. Lion — Lion forgets that I bought him some cans of tuna so he can still have his tuna salad lunch.]