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Lion wasn’t feeling very well yesterday. Between being tired and having a stomach issue, he didn’t want to stray too far from bed.

Before noon, I started the wax. It takes time for the warmer to melt it all. Lion wanted to wait. It’s not a problem. The wax is there when we need it. Eventually, around 4 I think, he begged off. He’d been snoozing and staying under the blankets. We turned the wax off and decided to do it today.

We realized the NFL draft was either over or they decided anything beyond the second round is a snoozefest not worthy of being broadcast. Jeopardy! was on last night. It was reruns from a few years ago, but we don’t need a new one to do Zapardy! Unfortunately, Lion was asleep through most of Wheel of Fortune and the beginning of Jeopardy! Knowing he’d been under the weather, I didn’t see the need to wake him. We can play Monday night. There’s no rush.

About an hour ago, I turned on the wax again. I’ll check it in a little while to see if we’re ready to roll. There’s no rush. I know Lion wants to get rid of fur, but it really doesn’t matter if we do it at 2 or 4 or 6. From past experience, it will take anywhere from an hour to two to get done with the front side. The back is quicker because there’s less fur. If I add in the legs with the back, it will obviously increase the time. Legs are a pain in the butt. Too many angles, I guess.

While I’ve been home, I’ve done a few good things. One of them was clearing space in the pantry for the waxing table and supplies. I still have work to do but the fact that I don’t have to drag the table into the bedroom to wax Lion is a win. Lion says the table doesn’t have to stay up. We can fold it so it’s out of the way, but I say he shouldn’t mess with my win. Yes, the table may wind up being folded, but for now, don’t mess with my win. Besides, when I was sewing face masks the other day, it made a fairly nice sewing table.

Tomorrow, I’m supposed to start work. In the original schedule, I was doing a few webinars from home on Monday and then going back to my regular hours from then on. I was not happy about that situation. With some negotiations, I managed to get the okay to work from home temporarily. I don’t know how long that is in my boss’s boss’s mind but I’m thinking it’s until the governor says more people can go back to work. Even then, I’m nervous. I wonder when we’ll feel safe again.

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Damn NFL draft! I hadn’t counted on it foiling my plans for Zapardy! I have no idea how many rounds there are nor how many will be televised. It’s quite possible we’ll have to wait till Monday to play our game.

In the meantime, I am currently warming the wax so I can de-fur Lion. He’s been hinting for a week or so that he needs it done. I’ve also noticed the hair on the base of his penis giving me a mustache when I do a blow job. It doesn’t really bother me but it’s a sure sign he needs to be waxed. I’m thinking I’ll do the front today and the flipside tomorrow. I’ll see how ambitious I am before I decide on his legs. I can certainly do from his upper thighs to his neck, minus his arms of course. Depending on my energy level, I can do his legs when I do his back since, thankfully, there’s less hair there.

Just because we didn’t play Zapardy! doesn’t mean Lion didn’t have fun. Actually, he had his fun before Zapardy! was even supposed to be on. I think it’s fortuitous that Lion has somewhat lost interest in handjobs and I’ve found them more difficult to administer than blow jobs. Last year, if you recall, I wanted to bring the number of oral orgasms even with handjob orgasms. I failed miserably. I’m not sure what the numbers are this year but I’d guess I’m closer to 50-50, if not favoring oral. [Lion — So far this year Mrs. Lion has made me come with 5 handjobs and 8 blow jobs!]

We didn’t “play” in Lion’s sense of the word. I might have playfully pinched at his nipples, but I didn’t linger. I simply told him I needed him across the bed and he complied. It would be very silly of him not to comply. I was offering his favorite activity.

I knew we were up there in terms of days since his previous orgasm, but I wasn’t sure if it was day thirteen or fourteen. I wasn’t even sure I was going to give him an orgasm. He’d said he wasn’t sure how he felt about getting one. At least that’s what I read. He was playing semantics with me while I was playing with his nipples. He said he knew exactly how he felt about it. Well, I knew exactly how he’d feel about it in a few minutes. If all went well, he’d be desperate for one.

He said I got him “dangerously close” to an orgasm when I edged him. I knew it was close but if I went too far I wouldn’t have let it be a ruined orgasm. I would have finished him off. It’s rarely fun to let it be ruined. As it turned out, it wasn’t ruined at all. He had a very nice orgasm and I was rewarded with very nice cum. He says it makes sense there would be more because it had been a long time between orgasms. I say there was a lot because of my skillful ministrations. I have no idea which of us is right. It’s possible it has nothing to do with either.

At any rate, Lion is a happy boy and he’ll be even happier after he gets waxed. I think he can stifle his disappointment at missing out on Zapardy! for a few days.

[Lion — Zapardy is a game we play while watching “Jeopardy” on TV. I answer questions along with the contestants. If I get one wrong, Mrs. Lion zaps me with the doggy shock collar. Nothing happened if I get one right.]

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Lion is wearing these panties.

I haven’t been feeling well the past few days. I don’t know if it was connected or not, but it started with my stomach and with the stomach still lurking in the background, I got a headache. Then the headache lurked in the background and said just sleep off and on all day. And, of course, I didn’t get to sleep until 2 am so I slept late-ish this morning. Anyway, the point is, I’m not feeling 100%. There was no way I was going to give Lion any attention last night, play or sex or whatever you want to call it.

When I did the dinner dishes, I noticed Lion hadn’t put the coffee pot together. He’d taken his mid-morning break and was in the kitchen but he hadn’t done it. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be in the mood to punish him when I “caught” him in the morning, so I decided to give him a hint. I asked if he forgot something. He didn’t think so. Then he thought of the coffee pot. He did it right away. As it turns out, I slept so late that he started the coffee anyway so he would have caught his mistake this morning.

I know what you’re thinking. I did him a disservice by reminding him. The way I look at it is I did myself a great service by not having to punish him. I really feel drained. It’s like I can’t possibly get enough sleep. I think Lion is in the same boat because he dozes off a lot too. Maybe it’s the social distancing coma. The more we don’t do things, the more we don’t want to do things. There’s no motivation.

Well, I do have some motivation today. I need to make us masks so we can take a fairly scary trip to Seattle to get Lion’s eyes checked. He’s losing some vision and his pressures need to be checked. Every time we leave the house, even if we follow all the guidelines, I’m afraid we’ll bring the virus home with us. Since hospitals already have all the sick people, it’s very scary to be going to one right now. Luckily, we won’t be anywhere near the emergency department or patient rooms. That makes it only slightly less scary.

I also have a video conference with work today. The scuttlebutt is that they want us back to work by May 4. The other boss would like it to be May 18. Obviously, of the two, I’d rather have May 18. But I really don’t think either is a safe bet. Even with masks there’s no real way to do social distancing in my tiny office. I know they need the income for the practice but I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.

On Saturday or Sunday, I thought maybe I’d get around to waxing Lion this week. At that point, I didn’t feel yucky and he didn’t have a doctor’s appointment. I know after tomorrow neither of us are going anywhere so there’s no problem with pushing it off till Friday or the weekend or next week. I just want it on the record that I had the plan. It was me. Lion wasn’t nagging me. I know he wants it done. He’s mentioned it, but it was my plan. And then it went to hell like most of my other plans.

Today I’ll see if I can remain upright for more of the day. Maybe Lion will get some action during the day. If I can figure where I put his panties, maybe he’ll be wearing them this afternoon. Time to get motivated.

[Lion — She found them. I’m wearing them now.]

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Obvious comment of the day: It’s easier to write a sex blog when you’re horny. Aren’t you glad I’m such an astute observer of myself? For the last couple of days, I couldn’t get it up. Well, I did sorta when Mrs. Lion gave me a blow job. I was apparently at half-mast. That’s the first time in my memory that I did that. The next two days I really couldn’t get it up at all. I had chemical help. On one of those days, I tried generic Viagra (a real prescription from a real drugstore) and the next generic Cialis (also legit). They didn’t help. Then on Sunday morning with no apparent motivation, I got fairly hard. This gives me hope that if Mrs. Lion chooses to play with me reasonably early today, we may have good results.

I wonder if the problem is simply either the hour we played or that my refractory period has gotten dramatically longer. It wouldn’t be too surprising if both are true. Also, on Saturday Mrs. Lion gave me a Brazilian waxing. I didn’t achieve an erection during that even though she tried to give me one, but I do consider losing hair sexy. Maybe that was foreplay for me. It might be. I think it counts.

Even though Mrs. Lion dislikes doing it, I love the results when she waxes me. Skin looks better than hair to me. Every so often some nude photographs show up on Twitter, posted by people who like to take pictures at nude beaches. I definitely find the women with shaved pubes more appealing than bushy ones. Fortunately for me, hairlessness appears to be the current trend in personal grooming. I’ve also noticed that those beach shots that include men show that they too get rid of their pubic hair.

I know that some guys think of losing body hair as a way of being submissive. Some women have commented that hairless men are more boy than man. That prejudice seems to be disappearing. Mrs. Lion is indifferent to the status of my body hair. I’m the one who prefers it missing. For the record, she doesn’t remove her pubic hair. It’s light and looks fine to me.

In her post yesterday, she was musing about giving me a Brazilian every month and removing the other hair every other month. I have no objection to that, of course. The only problem is that what grows back is very fine and scraggly. I think it just looks messy. She doesn’t think it’s worth wasting the money on getting professional waxing. If she can do it why spend money on paying someone else to do it? I think it’s much nicer when she does it anyway. We’ve made the investment in equipment. I just hate to see her doing something she doesn’t like, especially when it involves me.

I’m lucky that hair removal is the only part of lion care that she considers a chore. I would be devastated if she felt that way about edging me. For reasons I will never understand, Mrs. Lion really enjoys the flavor of semen. She’s made it crystal clear that it’s worth all the work it takes to get me to produce some for her pleasure. I like making it for her. It’s a definite win/win. Sadly for me, she’s perfectly happy rationing this treat. She is fine with waiting a week or more between snacks. Of course, I’m perfectly happy to provide it more frequently. That’s not gonna happen.

I’m very happy she likes it so much. She doesn’t want to share it. That’s very good! I don’t share her taste in this particular snack. I don’t like it when she decides to be generous and feed it to me. She says it’s good for me. I think it’s better for her.