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Mrs. Lion gave me an oral orgasm on Friday night. It was unusual from the start. First, the Edex didn’t get me as hard as usual and it took longer for me to get aroused. Then, the orgasm itself was a bit of a downer. There was no fluid, and I didn’t feel the usual intensity. Instead, I found myself getting more and more aroused, then when I should have hit the peak, sensations leveled off and then faded. It definitely felt like a small orgasm. Mrs. Lion said I just got very aroused and then lost it. We agreed to try again soon.

I’m losing my desire to relentlessly pursue orgasms. I like them, but sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth the effort to have them. A good part of this may be because Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in sex for herself. I miss her participation. Another part is that I just may be entering a phase of low libido. I’m not going to worry about it.

We are both stressed by the upcoming move. We’ve scheduled the movers for the last week in February. Mrs. Lion ordered moving boxes that we’ll get today or tomorrow. It’s all getting very real. To make matters worse, I read reviews of the property management company that handles our new house. They get one star on Yelp and the Better Business Bureau has four complaints against them. That’s not too bad, considering that they’ve been in business for twenty years. Still, it’s something else to worry about.

The most serious consequence of this unexpected move is the dent on our savings. Moving fifty miles away is expensive. There is some good news on the economic front. Gasoline, electricity, and water are all considerably cheaper than they are here. Gas prices here are in the $5.50 a gallon range. They are only $3.50 in the new location. Electricity goes from 11 cents a gallon to just eight. The rent is about $100/month higher, but the savings on other stuff offset it.

Maybe all of these new issues affect my ability to orgasm. It makes perfect sense that they would. Life isn’t always easy. Regardless of the move and other stuff, I love every minute I spend with my lioness. I’m incredibly lucky to have found her and bamboozled her into loving me.

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I don’t want to brag but I’ve packed three boxes today. Actually, that was only an hour. I’ve been using boxes we’ve gotten from Amazon to pack so far. I’ve been able to pick a size that matches what I’m packing. It also helps limit the weight. In the past, I’ve loaded up a big box with books. Try and lift that! Ha!

We do have some leftover boxes from our last move. I just ordered more boxes this morning. They’ll be delivered later today. Then I can really get packing. As if the lack of boxes was standing in my way. I’m standing in my way. But I am making progress. I just hope I’ll continue to make progress and be ready for the movers. I have to be.

After dinner, Lion asked if we could do an Edex shot. Sure. I thought he didn’t want to do anything because he hasn’t mentioned it before then. No problem. I got the dishes out of the way and helped aim the needle. It’s a little tricky because you have to avoid veins, it has to be far enough toward the base, and at about ten or two, so just left or right of center. Even with the lights on all the way, it’s sometimes difficult to see what I’m doing. I think, however, we’ve only missed a time or two.

When I was helping him along with my hand, he was getting hard. My Apple watch thought I was exercising. It asked if I wanted to start an elliptical workout. Anyway, he was hard and then we moved into blow job position, he was pretty limp, but I love feeling him get hard in my mouth, so that wasn’t a problem for me. He didn’t get as hard as he was initially, but I soldiered on.

At one point, I sort of grabbed his balls. It wasn’t like a yank or a squeeze. I just grabbed them as if I was using a rope. Well, I tried to do that. I never actually got a hold of them. He started moving like that was the thing he needed to get over the edge. If I ask him afterwards, he always says he has no idea what I’m talking about, but it seemed to spur him on. In a few minutes I felt his balls retract and he was on his way to an orgasm. Or was he?

On my end, it seemed like a ruined orgasm. All systems go and then I stopped too late. Except I didn’t stop. It just seemed like he hit a brick wall. He said it was weird too. Between not getting very hard and the strange orgasm, I wondered if we got the shot in the wrong place. I don’t know why that would matter for the orgasm. I also don’t know why he was hard at first and then didn’t get that hard again.

He said maybe we can try again soon. Absolutely. I want my cream filling.

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Mrs. Lion spanked me Thursday night. I reminded her of the need to do it in my daily email. She kidded me about reminding her. I responded that I knew that I was not getting any sex until the punishment was off the books. She didn’t reply. Mrs. Lion never said that I had to accept any punishments due before sex would be available, but it seems that’s how it works out.  It’s a sensible rule to make. Eat your veggies or no dessert. Right? We’ll see if she formalizes this practice.

I haven’t been sleeping well. I manage to get to sleep about midnight and then wake up again at one. I’ve been watching “Sister Wives” until I get sleepy again at two or three. I find that show very interesting because I was in a triad with two women back before I met Mrs. Lion. It lasted about a year and a half. I’ve long wondered what I could have done to preserve it.

“Sister Wives” is about a plural marriage that began in Utah. The spouses belong to a radical wing of the Mormon religion that still advocated polygamy. The show started with a husband and three wives. A fourth was added a bit into the series. One of the wives said that marriages with just two wives often get into trouble. Apparently the third wife offers a balance that shores up the marriage. Interesting.

My plural relationship broke up because of jealousy. I joined two women who had been in a lesbian relationship for a decade. I was invited to join for a weekend “date.” Both women wanted to experience sex with a man. I met them online and we chatted and talked on the phone for over a month before we finally met. By that point, we knew we liked each other but had no plans to get into anything long-term.

Our first meeting was awkward and a little uncomfortable. I drove to their house on Friday night. After an awkward two hours of chit-chat, we undressed and I made love to one of them. They were both virgins (28 years old), and one still had her hymen. There was a bit of bleeding and she was sore for a week. The next night it was the other woman’s turn. Thatwas easier. Both had orgasms and both wanted more sex with me.

We spent nearly every weekend after that together. Sometimes it was in their house, which was a four-hour drive away. Other times, it was in mine. After a couple of months of these long commutes, the women decided to move near me. Both landed local jobs and they got a house about five miles from mine. This is when things started looking like the “Sister Wives” scenario.

After they moved, we got into a pattern of each of the women alternating spending weekends with me. We still did things together like hiking, eating dinners, and stuff like that. We rarely had sex with all three of us present. This is how the Mormons do it. Each wife has her own home or apartment. The man rotates between them. Our situation was a bit different because the women also had sex with each other. Sister wives don’t do that.

The sister wives on TV talked about jealousy. It was a challenge they discussed at length. My partners never talked about it with me. Apparently, they didn’t talk about it with each other until one of the women couldn’t take it anymore. Before they moved near me, they made a private agreement that if one of them wanted to end things with me, they both would.

One fateful day, one of them said, “We agreed that if one of us wanted to end things, we would. If I want to end things with him, will you end it too?”

Her partner said that she didn’t want to. That was the beginning of the end. It wasn’t long before the unhappy member of our triad won her point, and we were done. I’ve always wondered what I could have done to avoid this very painful ending. Watching “Sister Wives” brought all this back to me. Maybe my mistake was going along with the alternating weekends with one of the women. Maybe we all needed to be in the bedroom every night. At least then, we could have avoided any worry about what was happening behind closed doors.

It’s also very possible that there was nothing I could do to fix things. Creating a relationship like that without the support of a tradition of polygamy is nearly impossible. Of course, it’s a good thing that it didn’t work out. I got to meet Mrs. Lion and she is my soul mate. Still…it’s a hell of an interesting memory.

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I finally spanked Lion last night. I said something to him about it and he said I really should do it. Then, he followed, we could have sex tonight. Apparently, he’s been waiting to have sex until after his spanking. I know we’ve gone round and round about sex and punishment being on the same night. Somewhere along the line, I must have said he can’t have sex until he’s been spanked. I think I meant it only for this time since it’s been a long time between spankings.

If, for example, he interrupts me on a Tuesday and I swat him that night, it does not necessarily follow that he will get sex Wednesday. What if he had sex Monday night? Would he be ready for sex again on Wednesday? Pre-Edex Lion would say, “of course!” It might be a bit soon for post-Edex Lion.

Anyway, the bigger “problem” is that he can’t manage to take a full, ten-minute punishment. The last three times (give or take) I’ve stopped with at least three minutes left on the timer. I’d even say the last two times were five minutes short. Is it because of the amount of time between spankings, or am I hitting him harder?

Maybe I’ve been hitting harder because, at that point, I don’t really care if I spank him or not, and maybe I’m attempting to end it early. I know I’ve been using wooden paddles more often, and those definitely hurt more. If it’s been a long time between spankings, I tease him about having a virgin butt again. I guess I can’t expect him to be able to take a hard punishment if I haven’t been consistently spanking him.

I’d vow to be more consistent, but with the upcoming move, I don’t want to promise anything. Plus, I don’t have the best track record of keeping promises like that anyway. So what I can say is I’ll try to do better.

[Lion — I didn’t ask Mrs. Lion to stop spanking me. I was a little surprised when she decided to stop before the timer went off. I have no idea why she thought I needed her to stop.]