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My mother always said that if I eat candy, it will just make me hungrier. I suppose that’s true. Is it also true about sex? Mrs. Lion gave me a great oral orgasm on Thursday night. I woke up on Friday feeling horny. The sexual interest continues into Saturday. This pattern is pretty typical for me. Does it mean that I will respond if Mrs. Lion decides to do something sexual with me at a decent hour? Common wisdom suggests that I won’t. My refractory period should be longer than a few hours. Go figure.

I suspect that Mrs. Lion needs more than a day or two to recover. She never tries anything sexual for at least three days after getting me off. I’m not suggesting that she should. I’m also not sure that I would be all that responsive. It’s odd that my interest level is so high right after ejaculating. I have no idea why I decided to write about this. Usually, I have a reason. I’m not hinting at a change that I want. I’m not offering information of use to anyone else. I’m just telling you how I’m feeling.

At 4:44 AM Saturday, I was awakened by the bed shaking and a loud thumping. At first, I thought that the dog was jumping on the bed. I dismissed that when I reasoned that a fifty-pound pup couldn’t produce effects like that. When I became fully conscious, I realized that Mrs. Lion was doing something. I couldn’t figure out what, but I worried if she might attack me. Then, she woke herself up and asked me if I was awake. I told her that I was.

She got up and went to the bathroom. When she got back, I asked her what happened. She told me it was a dream. Then, she went back to sleep. In the morning, she told me what she dreamt. Her post, “Tomorrow Is Waxing Day,” describes it. She’s talked in her sleep occasionally but never taken action before. She was violent!

When I took Ambien to sleep, I did some bizarre things too. Mrs. Lion told me that I appeared to be fully awake and asked her to make me some food. She made it, and I ate it and returned to sleep. I have no memory of that. I do remember that just before falling asleep, the room looked odd. The walls were curved. I stopped taking that drug.

As far as I know, Mrs. Lion didn’t take any mind-altering meds on Friday night. Maybe I should wear a football helmet to bed.

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In: Body Hair Removal

Thursday night, after a very long 12-day wait, Mrs. Lion gave me a fantastic blow job. She edged me once within an inch of my life. She let me calm down and then started in again. This time she kept going until I had a wonderful orgasm. Whew! This is the second orgasm in 2022. Truly excellent

I’ve been running another Twitter poll. This one is about pubic hair. We’re 22 years into the millennium, and it seemed appropriate to see what’s happening down under. Women were nearly evenly divided. 55% said they have pubic hair. The men’s side was a little surprising. Almost twice as many men said that they had no pubic hair. Imagine that bald pubes won two-to-one for the guy.

In earlier times, women would have led the charge for hairless pussies. Few men were removing their fur. My Twitter results may be skewed because most of my readers are interested in male chastity and male spanking. I think guys who are into that are more likely to present hairless pubes.

The ladies are a big surprise. Young women have preferred bare genitals for the last twenty years. It’s rare to see a picture of a nude woman with pubic hair. Has the trend reversed? Or, perhaps women who read my Twitter feed are more dominant and keep their pubes hairy as part of their display of power.

That is a giant assumption with absolutely nothing behind it. If female hair removal results from males preferring skin to hair, then dominant women would disregard this preference. This is another huge assumption. Have I discovered a trend toward hairy pussies? Let’s take the power exchanges out of consideration. Have we discovered an aesthetic sea change? Has the pandemic reduced reasons for female deforestation?

It may be that many women remove their hair to look better at the beach. Staying home may encourage a more “natural” look. I don’t know. Mrs. Lion has always kept her hair down there. It’s relatively thin and doesn’t get in the way. I haven’t had any pubic hair in over twenty years. At this point, it’s all I know. Mrs. Lion plans to wax me this weekend. Not much grows in, but she likes me neat.

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Today (Thursday) is the 12th day since my last orgasm, and Mrs. Lion has only made one small effort to get me aroused. I know that Mrs. Lion has had a few bad nights. I did too. But we didn’t lose all 12. We may need to take a new look at sex. The last time we posted on the subject, Mrs. Lion wrote that she gets the same feeling now from an orgasm as when she actively looked for sex. I reacted by saying that maybe I should work with her to set up some sort of schedule for her. She said that she would commit to teasing me at least every other day.

We haven’t followed through on either. The other thought was to start festivities earlier. This particular idea has been floated endless times without result. Years ago, I could claim that I didn’t want to miss a specific TV show. We never have to think about an actual broadcast time between our DVR and streaming TV. Yet, sex doesn’t start until after nine.

Spanking, on the other hand, is never neglected. I get spanked if I break a rule or piss off Mrs. Lion. If I don’t earn a spanking for a couple of weeks, I get a “just because” spanking. Mrs. Lion never forgets. Part of the reason she doesn’t may be that the spanking bench is in her way when she goes to the pantry. Maybe some sort of sex reminder is needed.

An obvious solution would be for me to own getting sex. I was never very good at initiating when we both wanted it. Now that it is just me, it feels super selfish to keep begging for sex. I know that if I do, Mrs. Lion won’t say no. Even if she is in pain or tired, she will try. That’s not appealing to me.

Mrs. Lion never fails with spanking because it has a useful purpose. It not only helps to teach me to be better, but it also reminds Mrs. Lion that she has a voice I have to hear. Domestic discipline is valuable to us. It’s proven itself to both of us. Sex, on the other hand, has become something that entertains me. It doesn’t appear to have any value beyond making me happy.

I don’t want to argue the merits of sex. It is valuable as a bond between mates. Mrs. Lion and I are firmly bonded with or without sex. It’s important to me, but not so important that I would hurt Mrs. Lion to get it. I also can’t approach it the way I did with spanking. Adding domestic discipline was my idea, and it took a lot of time to convince Mrs. Lion to embrace it. Pushing it was only partly selfish. I knew that our relationship would become even better if we practiced it. I can’t say that about her getting me off.

My sex situation almost cries out for me to masturbate. After all, if I’m the only one who benefits. It’s only fair that I do all the work. There are a couple of problems with this. First, Mrs. Lion doesn’t like the idea of me masturbating. It’s sex without her. Second, jerking off isn’t that much fun for me. At least, it wasn’t when I did it eight years ago. So, my only outlet has to be my lioness.

I have to wait for her input. I’m getting horny, sweetie.

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In: COVID

The American Civil War pitted brother against brother in the fight over slavery. Each side was absolutely convinced it was on the side of right. Even now, over 150 years later, some people still believe that the South had God on its side. I’m not saying that the current polarization over COVID is in the same league. But it does share some of the same blind devotion to a cause.

Even though it has killed millions of people, some believe that COVID is just a bad cold. Hospitals are fuller now than they were in Spring 2020 from that “cold.” Almost 99% of all cases are the omicron variant that some claim is very mild. Breakthrough infections are soaring. The only good news is that vaccinated and boosted people get a milder illness. They are just as contagious as people who get sicker.

I’m pretty tired of dealing with this disease. Mrs. Lion and I have N-95 masks and wear them. That’s no guarantee that we won’t get sick, but it is the best we can do. Both of us have type 2 diabetes. That puts us at higher risk. We have to be careful about every decision we make. Since being vaccinated and boosted doesn’t guarantee immunity, we have been forced to make hard choices.

For example, Mrs. Lion was supposed to attend a retirement dinner last night. It was for someone she knew for nearly a decade. She cancelled. The risk of contracting omicron is simply too great. If either or both of us get it, we are at significant risk. Does taking extreme precautions guarantee we are safe? Of course not. We still have to go to the supermarket. Our plan is to make every effort to limit our exposure.

There’s another, more serious problem with COVID, even mild cases. According to a study from South Africa, thirty percent of people who recover, suffer from long-haul COVID. Until now, no one understood exactly what is behind these long-term problems. It turns out that tiny blood clots form in the circulatory system. This isn’t unusual. The autoimmune system eliminates them. However, former COVID sufferers have extra material in those clots that prevent them from being broken up. The study doesn’t explain how the micro-clots eventually end up causing the wide range of health problems associated with long haul COVID. It does show that the disease creates lasting changes in the body.

My point is that there are good reasons why the world’s medical community is so concerned about this disease. It’s plain stupid to minimize the importance of this pandemic. Hospitals across the US are cancelling elective surgeries because they don’t have staff to provide care because of omicron. I’m grateful that Mrs. Lion and I are vaccinated (and boosted). We aren’t stupid enough to believe we are safe from infection.

I consider it irresponsible for anyone to argue against any preventative measures that you and I can take. I hate wearing an N-95 mask, It’s hot and uncomfortable. I want to go to the casino and play the slots. I hated to sell our tickets to “My Fair Lady” on New Year’s Eve. Mrs. Lion is sorry to miss her old boss’ retirement dinner. I worry when I hear that a friend actively avoids precautions. I don’t have enough to afford to lose even one.