Waxed and Wanked

Lion is fur-free once again. I’m sure I missed hair here and there. I’m not a professional waxer, after all. However, I got the most obvious hair. He won’t be tickling my nose anytime soon. After I had him almost all cleaned up, I realized I’d forgotten the most important thing. I quickly applied more oil and began playing with my weenie.

I wasn’t sure he was going to get hard at first. I don’t know if it made any difference, but I moved to the same side of the table I was on when I last jerked him off. I know it’s all about angles, so I’m sure it didn’t hurt. After a while (I don’t usually pay attention to how long it takes), Lion said he didn’t think he was going to come. I wasn’t going to let him anyway, but I thought maybe he’d get near the edge at least. Between my being dizzy and his not wanting any attention, it had been a while since we did anything. It’s not unusual for him to take a few days to get interested again. He was very hard, though. That’s a good sign.

He’s been busy at work today. He says he thinks he can finish his book. I didn’t know finishing it was in question. Maybe he means he can finish it soon. I can’t wait to read the end. I have no idea whodunit. Of course, I don’t normally when I read mystery novels. However, I think it’s fun to try to figure it out. We both do that when we watch cop shows. I’ll say I think the sister’s actions are a little odd and maybe she did it. Lion will either agree or say the coworker is suspect. Sometimes we’re right. Sometimes we’re completely wrong.

I’ve been busy fine-tuning my resume and looking for potential jobs. I got an email from a headhunter, so maybe that will turn into something. At least someone is looking. I can’t be too nervous yet. It’s only been a little over a week. It took a few days for things to sink in and get my resume up to date. I’d still rather win the lottery, but in the meantime, I’ll keep looking.