Some bloggers, for no reason I can find, like to number their posts. Maybe it’s a throwback to the days before the Web when you read posts as files in a directory. The number would sort the posts in order of creation. Well, boys and girls, this is post 5,997. We are just three posts away from the magic 6,000. Hmm, maybe the real magic post is 6,666, the devil’s post. We’ll have to see. That post should turn up sometime in 2023.
What might the devil’s post be about? Maybe it will be about a particularly painful spanking or a ball-burning application of IcyHot. Nope, that can’t be it. I’ll probably get both of those before post 6,000. If you like tracking our posts, there’s a counter under the About Us section in the right column of our blog. If you are reading on your phone, I’m not sure how you can see it.
Anyway, yesterday I wasn’t in the mood for sex. I worry when this happens. It was eight days since my last orgasm. I should have been chomping at the bit for some sexual fun. Mrs. Lion asked if I wanted to come out from under the covers. That usually signals a blow job. Like most men, I love them! I wasn’t that interested. It’s been eight days since Mrs. Lion offered anything beyond some under-the-covers fondling. That never does much for me.
After eight days of very sporadic under-the-covers stuff, my motor has cooled off. The massage table hasn’t been up in ages. At this point, I don’t think that simply getting on the table and being jerked off will work. I always worry that it’s the end for me. So far, I’ve been wrong.
I don’t know what will work this time. Even thinking about oral sex isn’t arousing me. There’s a big difference between thinking and getting. Part of the problem may be what happened on Tuesday night. Mrs. Lion came into the bedroom and I was under the covers. She said, “Want to come out?” I was a little chilly, and that invitation didn’t get my thoughts to oral sex. I don’t know why, but it didn’t. I think it is because my sex pilot light has gone out.
The question is how to re-light it. I don’t know the answer. That’s what concerns me. I seem to be the sole resource on sexual activities. I have no idea. Mrs. Lion is on her own.