I like happy endings–both kinds. I’m a sucker for romcoms. What can I say? It’s just the way I’m wired. You might wonder what I consider a non-movie happy ending. Obviously, an orgasm is one kind. Another is a teasing session that ends in edging. Sometimes I prefer the orgasm variety. Often, edging is more fun. I like activity; sexual activity.
If you are a new reader, you may think that sounds very selfish of me. I didn’t mention happy endings for my lioness. She isn’t interested in them. That’s too bad because I love giving them to her. Back in the day, we had a lot of fun. I miss those times. Maybe that’s why sex isn’t as easy to get excited about. I love it when Mrs. Lion arouses me. I always start off feeling guilty that I’m being selfish.
Sex is like eating. If you aren’t hungry, it isn’t much fun. Eating to stay alive isn’t the same as savoring new dishes. After enough time with no sex goes by, I get hungry. I suppose that is when I would jerk off. I can’t do that. So I get frustrated and then lose interest. It’s usually pretty easy to get me interested again once Mrs. Lion gets my attention. That isn’t always easy.
More often than not, thinking about sex makes me sad. It’s like looking into the window of a good restaurant without having enough money to eat there. I don’t want to be unfair in the way I’m talking about this. I think Mrs. Lion assumes that because I’m the one who wants sex, I’m going to be responsive right away. She doesn’t seem to understand why I don’t want to ask her to do something for me.
It’s hard enough to accept when she initiates. I know that there is nothing in it for her. I’m not selfish by nature. If she could find a way to enjoy doing BDSM or sexual things to me, I would feel a lot better. Even pretending to have a good time would work. I absolutely hate to be a chore. That’s why more often than not if Mrs. Lion asks if I want to play, I say no.
Try to stop complexing and say yes.