Yesterday I went for the analysis of my sleep study. I have mild sleep apnea. I get to wear a stylish mask to bed. If that doesn’t get Lion’s motor running, I don’t know what will. It’ll be a few weeks before I get that sexy mask so I’ll have to figure out other ways to arouse him in the meantime.

We watched waxing videos before I attempted another waxing session. I should say Lion watched them. I napped through a lot of it. I got the gist. I was just so tired yesterday. I think waxing looks easy on the videos because the guy has done it about a million times and because he’s waxing a young, muscular guy who doesn’t have loose skin here or there. Some areas of Lion are easier to pull the skin tight. Others, not so much. Plus, the hair is dark against the waxee’s skin. The waxer isn’t hunting for a gray hair or going after that one patch of stubborn hair that doesn’t want to come off no matter what direction you try.

When I was done Lion asked if he was hairless on the front. I told him I doubted it. He seemed disappointed. I can’t guarantee I got every hair off. I can’t guarantee I didn’t miss an entire patch somewhere. I’m not a professional waxer. I’m not even close. But I’m doing my best. At least I don’t seem to have bruised him as badly as last week or the week before. Today I’ll tackle the flip side.

Lion got himself in trouble last night. He started out with a few bits of tortilla chips on his shirt. That wasn’t the problem. It was when he added salsa to the mix that he earned some swats. I thought about it when we first got home but I was so full I just wanted to relax for a bit. Then Lion fell asleep watching TV. I was struggling to stay awake myself. By the time we were both awake again, the dog had her ice cream and we were back to watching TV, I’d forgotten all about his punishment. When he asked me about it as I was falling asleep, I told him I’d get him today. I was probably too tired to give him the nice punishment he deserved last night anyway.

Today we are off to lay in a supply of bagels and to pick up Lion’s birthday cake. Years ago I found an Italian bakery that comes fairly close to m atching Lion’s favorite Italian bakery in Greenwich Village; at least as far as rum birthday cakes are concerned. We’re still getting things ready for our guest who is arriving on Thursday, so we’ll be doing some more cleaning and hiding of toys. The punishment stool will be hidden in the basement. It might be hard to explain why there’s a piece of welcome mat on a kitchen stool. Better to remove it from view.

So far this weekend has been an old-settled-married-couple time. Saturday was sleeping late, watching TV and hot dogs for dinner. Mrs. Lion and I snuggled and she tried to get my motor runnng. I couldn’t get very excited even after she brought out the power tool. She said it was because it was just a couple of days since my last orgasm. It had been three days; more than enough time for me to get up a fill head of steam. I suspect it was the hot dogs. They give me the farts. Sex hasn’t really been on my mind much. I know, I know, I’m supposed to be horny all the time. Well, if you’ve been reading the blog for very long, you know I go through highs and lows in terms of sexual interest. This could be a low, or it could be the hot dogs.

Meanwhile, we are enjoying each other’s company. I have been worrying about work. It isn’t that anything is actually wrong. It’s just that my job is very self contained and I don’t get much feedback from management. Of course, if I weren’t doing a good job I would get lots of feedback. Well, Friday I got very positive feedback. How nice. I haven’t traveled since January. I like being home but I also miss the trips cross country. Still, it’s really nice to be home. Our climate is largely unaffected by global warming, so our summer was mild and sunny. Now we go into nine months of cloudy rainy weather. Oh joy!

I’ve been reading other blogs. I love following what others are doing. Sadly, a lot of bloggers aren’t writing as often as they used to. I miss their voices. One blogger, whose “facts” are questionable to me, wrote about prostate milking as a way to clear out the pipes. That’s a sure sign that I am reading fiction. So-called prostate milking is massaging the prostate gland. Doing this is supposed to generate ejaculation without orgasm. It’s true that massaging the prostate will produce a few drops of liquid. My urologist “milked” me to get a sample for testing.

The prostate is a small contributor to semen. It is true that some guys do ejaculate from anal stimulation. It isn’t really milking. Its the fact that they can have orgasms from anal stimulation. That shouldn’t be surprising. Women routinely have anally produced orgasms. There are a lot of nerves in the anus that bundle with nerves in and around the genitals. So if you really produce semen in any quantity from anal stimulation, you are one of the lucky guys who can come via anal stimulation. More fun for you.

For me, the orgasm nerves don’t extend into my butt. That won’t stop Mrs. Lion from pegging me later today. She promised to do that in her post yesterday. I guess we’ll be dusting off the sling today. Next weekend I will be getting my full body waxing. Hair is starting to grow back. It’s finer, softer, and harder to see. From my YouTube research, this is the expected outcome from waxing.

One reader commented that his wife wasn’t successful waxing him. Waxing is a skill. You can’t just do it. Mrs. Lion and I have watched videos and we have the proper supplies. I’ve been waxed twice. The second time was better than the first in many ways. Before the session next week, I’ve asked Mrs. Lion to rewatch the “Hollywood” waxing video and reviewing the leg waxing one as well. These videos are essential I think. You can learn anything on the Internet. Take it from me, your hairless lion.