When I was in school and had to write an essay, the rewrite was always more difficult for me. I’m having the same problem at work. I do a task, pend it, then a trainer goes through and grades it. I get a list of what I did right and what I did wrong. It was hard enough to figure out the first time through. Now I have to go undo what I did and fix it. My head is spinning. I forgot all about writing a post until Lion mentioned it.
Yesterday’s football games didn’t go very well. I don’t know how many swats Lion wound up with [Lion — 418], but they were mostly for Eagles points. Yuck! Spanking him added insult to injury. We have two weeks for his buns to prepare for the Super Bowl. Needless to say, we’ll be rooting against the Eagles.
I said in yesterday’s post that I’d either tie Lion’s balls up or use clothespins. I also wanted to suck him. He insists I can suck him on the massage table. I don’t see how that will be comfortable for either of us. I prefer being on the bed. Since I was sucking him, I tied his balls. It’s easier to avoid hitting clothespins with a hand job.
It’s so difficult to tell what’s going on with him when I’m sucking him. He rarely makes a sound. Sometimes I can tell by his movements. I thought he was getting near the edge early on based on how he was moving his hips. Nope. Then he seemed to get softer. I stopped and asked if he was losing it. Nope. A while later, my arm was going numb from being in one position for too long. I had to stop.
I didn’t think he was near the edge. He said he was pretty close. He was bummed that he didn’t get an orgasm. I let him in on a little secret: he wasn’t going to have an orgasm. If I’d gotten him to the edge, I would have done it again and left him hanging anyway.
What a bitch!