I had Thursday through Tuesday off. Lion’s requirement to send me an email is for workdays. If I’m not working, he doesn’t have to send me an email. Simple, right? I never know what day it is anyway, and yesterday I was bogged down with emails and meetings. This morning, I realized he never sent an email for yesterday. Oops. He’s been reminding me about punishment day, but that’s been a rule for a long time, and he cheats. He has his calendar to remind him. Maybe he needs to add an email reminder.

There’s no way I had the energy to punish him last night, even if I did remember his broken rule. The cleaning, walking, and cooking when family was here wiped me out. I don’t think I’ve been sleeping well, either. And Lion likes to stay up late. Sometimes, he goes back to sleep after I start working. Plus, just because I’m tired right after work, doesn’t mean I’ll be tired when it’s time for bed. My mother used to snooze in her chair watching TV and then said she had to wake up to go to bed. Maybe I need to brush my teeth after dinner, so I’ll be ready for bed when I’m tired.

I’m not tired right now. If that holds, I can whomp Lion’s tender buns when he gets out of the shower. Nice, soft, warm buns. Of course, I make them warmer. Lion both loves and hates that. I’ll still never understand why he wants to be spanked. Pain is something most people try to avoid. Why look for pain? I’m not saying he breaks the rules on purpose. But he is the one who wants to be punished.

Lions are silly.

fortune cookie

On Tuesday night I tried another Edex injection. It produced a good erection that also felt very nice. We snuggled while Mrs. Lion played with it. I enjoyed the sensation, but I didn’t feel arousal growing. That’s the weird thing about injection-created boners: the sensation of arousal doesn’t synch up with the erection. Still, the fondling was nice.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Lion asked me if I wanted a blow job. What man ever said no to that request? I got into position, and Mrs. Lion went to work. I felt myself getting more and more aroused. I waited for the good sensations to stop the way they’ve been doing over the last few months. They didn’t. I was getting more and more aroused. It took a while, but I had a wonderful orgasm. To add whipped cream to the sundae, Mrs. Lion got a nice ejaculation as a reward for her efforts. I was amazed that I could have an orgasm only six days after the one before.

We talked about it and agreed that something in the Trimix and Quadmix injections was to blame. Edex, which is pure alprostadil, is the primary ingredient in all boner injections. Trimix contains other drugs to enhance the effect of alprostadil. The Edex did the job, and I had an orgasm. Ta-da!

i’m not my penis

KDPierre commented on my post, “Just The Two Of Us Again,” that his ED caused him a lot of negative feelings tied in with his loss of ability to have sex with his partner. (Forgive me if I simplified your thought) I can understand that. For some reason, I’ve never tied my identity to my ability to fuck or my career. I can’t explain it, but it never occurred to me that my identity has anything to do with external stuff.

As a result of this, I’ve had several different careers with varying degrees of success. When I started losing my ability to get hard, I treated it as a problem to solve. The problem, as I saw it, was that I wanted to ejaculate, and I couldn’t. It didn’t occur to me that Mrs. Lion would think less of me because I couldn’t get a boner. I have great confidence in my ability to use my tongue to satisfy a woman.

The point is that who I am is unrelated to how hard my cock gets or how well I perform my job. I want to be the best at what I do. I take great pride in my work. Right now I’m trying to be a successful writer. That’s not going very well. I don’t think it means that I’m not a good person. It just means I need to figure out how to sell my writing. I like my work. Mrs. Lion likes it. Other people who have read my manuscripts think I am good. I just need to find an agent willing to read the damn book. If I don’t, my self image won’t be crushed. I’ll just keep trying until I get bored and try something else.

It’s like that wonderful fortune cookie said, “The secret to patience is to find something else to do in the meantime.” It’s great advice.

Working from home and not doing much of anything else has made me a lump. On both Saturday and Sunday, I did a lot of walking while my family was here. I’m still so tired. I don’t think I’ve been sleeping well, either. Yesterday, I just wanted to stay snuggled in bed. Today, I’m working, but I feel like I need a vacation from my vacation.

Lion wanted to try another shot of boner juice yesterday. Between getting the house ready for company, having company, and resting up from having company, we haven’t done anything sexual. I don’t keep track of how long it’s been since his last orgasm, but I know Lion is obviously very aware. He was concerned he’d never have another orgasm. Once he had one, he wondered if he’d have any more. Questions asked and answered.

It’s strange to me that the boner juice with only one drug is so much more effective for him than either the Trimix or Quadmix. I’d think the combo would work better. Why else would they combine them? One is good, three is better, and four should be the best. Nope. Oddball Lion does better with one drug. I’m wondering if the other two drugs in Trimix were part of his inability to orgasm. They’re probably responsible for the pain, too.

I am happy to report that we seem to have some consistency now. The dosage of .5 ml looks very promising. He gets a nice boner that lasts. And his orgasm drought appears to be over. He’s had two very productive orgasms with that level of drug. I don’t think he’s any hornier than he was with the other drugs. I truly think the villain was one of the drugs in Trimix and Quadmix. I don’t know if Edex is cheaper, but it doesn’t need to be refrigerated, and I think it also has a longer shelf life. Win-win-win.

Now that we know he isn’t broken, I can torture him and still collect my cream filling. Yum!

[Lion — It was six days between orgasms! Edex is a lot more expensive than Trimix and Quadmix. It retails for $500 for six doses. Trimix is $145 for eleven. Fortunately, my insurance covers Edex (Go figure!), and I get three six-dose kits for $200. That’s about the same cost to me as the Trimix.)

Our family decided to stay an extra day. We were delighted and had a great visit. We were so busy we didn’t have a chance to write posts. Mrs. Lion took Monday and Tuesday off. We slept in on Tuesday. I had a doctor’s appointment for an echocardiogram and interpretation. The results were mostly good. I have a partially blocked heart valve. The doctor said that nothing would be needed now, but could be in the future. She went on to say that a repair is non-surgical.

I was more than a little surprised. Apparently, they can replace most heart valves with a catheter running up a vein in my leg. She made it sound like a trivial, routine procedure. We watched an animated video that showed how it was done. Amazing! Well, it’s just a possibility. The current situation is only a partial block that isn’t giving me any trouble. Sometimes, I think that tests create more issues than they discover.

We haven’t done anything sexual since my orgasm eight days ago. I asked Mrs. Lion if she would like to try a boner injection tonight. She agreed. I’m worried that I’ll be unresponsive again. Mrs. Lion may be concerned, too. I’m glad she’s willing to try.

I’ve been writing a series of pieces for women to help them understand how to handle a request to dominate their partners. Sexual power exchanges are badly misunderstood by most people. When a guy reaches the point where he wants his partner to top him, he’s usually filled with fantasy scenarios. I think that when he tells his partner some of them, her worst fears about BDSM are realized.

There’s a big problem getting realistic information into the hands of the women who need it. Most are uninterested in reading blogs like ours. Mrs. Lion doesn’t particularly like reading the source material I offer her. If you’ve read the guides (How To Dominate Your Husband: Part 1 — Getting Started, How To Dominate Your Husband — Part 2: Acting Class, How To Dominate Your Husband — Part 3: Making It Hurt), you’ve seen that they don’t assume that the dominant woman is getting aroused by her role as top. That is a key value for women who read this guide. I think that we men often set the expectation that our partners are supposed to have fun and get turned on by topping us.

It’s great if they do, but neither of you should expect that. Topping is a service given to the bottom. Most tops (“doms” in Internet language) don’t get great pleasure from their actions as tops. When I was a top, I liked being able to top my partners skillfully. The activities didn’t usually arouse me, though having a moist, naked woman across my lap was arousing. My point is that topping can be fun. It can sometimes be arousing, but more often than not, it isn’t.