I had to go pick up my new glasses after work yesterday. I asked Lion if he wanted me to bring back dinner or if he wanted to come with me and eat out. He decided to come with me because the new COVID vaccines are available. We’re travelling east in a few weeks, and it makes sense to get the latest and greatest version before then. We went for dinner afterwards.
When we got home, I don’t know if he was waiting for me to tell him to do a boner shot or if he just wasn’t interested at that point. We’ve been having a hard time getting things going again. I’d like if he’d tell/ask me about doing a shot. He’d like me to be the initiator. Why am I always the initiator? Because that’s the way Lion likes it. Fine. I’ll be the initiator. However, it’s up to him to tell me if it’s not a good time (for him) to do a shot. He has to take some responsibility.
We’re heading out to find some cider. One of the things we miss about New York, is the ability to get good food. For some reason, all apples around here are derived from red delicious. It doesn’t seem to make the best cider. And the cider we can find is usually pasteurized. I found a place that has a 117-year-old cider press and, supposedly, fresh cider. It’s worth a try. At the very least, we’ve gone on an adventure.
Later on, I’ll find the damn restraints and have him do a boner shot. At this point, I’m willing to tie him up with zip ties if I can’t find the restraints. Socks. Anything. Many years ago, I locked him to a chain on the bed with just enough lead to make it to the bathroom. Do I need to do that again? I’d have to find the chain. It’s probably with the other restraints.