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We have an osmosis filter under our kitchen sink. I hate it. The water is great. There are no nasties in it. But: a) I’m always afraid it will leak, and b) when I changed the filters – with lots of grumbling – something happened to the feed for our ice maker. Since Lion can’t crawl around on the floor, I have to do it. I hate anything associated with home improvement. My ex-husband and I did a lot of home improvements. We fought constantly while we did them. We fought constantly anyway, but particularly when we did home improvements. Thus, I don’t want to crawl around on the floor while Lion offers suggestions as to what the cause of the ice maker’s problem may be.

I started writing this post before we attempted to fix the kitchen light. It’s a fluorescent fixture with four bulbs, two of which worked, and a ballast that buzzed like crazy. The other day, for some reason, all four bulbs came on and the brightness was cut in half. Lion decided we needed to fix it. He’s done electrical work in the past, (I have too in the home improvement hell of my first marriage) and he was sure it would be an easy fix. Ha! I believe in Murphy’s Law. However, Lion was right. The only problem was that he kept telling me to tuck wires that didn’t seem like they’d be in the way and there was nowhere to tuck them until I put the shroud back up anyway. Wires stripped. Wires connected. Shroud up. Wires tucked. Bulb in. Bulb tested. Repeat three times. Cover up. Done. Dare I say it was easy?

As we ate lunch by the light of the newly wired kitchen fixture, Lion conceded that the ice maker is working fine. It may have slowed down, but there are no crimps and there is nothing to do. Is that my second win of the day? I’m getting light-headed. The only chores left today is maybe some laundry and watching our football team attempt to look like they know how to play the game. Yesterday’s chore was much more fun. [Lion comments — Spanking me is also on her list.]

While I dislike waxing Lion, there are some fringe benefits. Number one is, of course, having a naked Lion in front of me. Since he’s normally naked, that may not seem like a fringe benefit, but he’s not normally on full display on a waxing table. And part of the waxing process is oiling him up so the wax doesn’t stick to his skin so much. The obvious fringe benefit there is that my hands don’t stick to him so much either. As in, they glide ever so smoothly over my weenie and the boys. There may not be a lot of hair on my weenie but I made sure the wax wouldn’t stand a chance of sticking. A little side trip to hand job-ville is always fun. You might say he got more of a benefit out of it but I’m not keeping score. I was distracted from the chore of waxing for a few minutes. I think we both took advantage of the situation.

Sometimes Lion thinks playing with him is a chore. I suppose, when it takes a long time to get him to the edge, I might see it as more of a chore than other times. In general, it’s not a chore. Besides, if playing with a hard weenie and making a Lion squirm is a chore, sign me up. It’s as much of a chore as giving a hand job to an oiled up weenie. I’d much rather play with Lion than do a load of laundry. Some chores are obviously more fun than others.

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Yesterday afternoon, Lion had a doctor’s appointment. I’m sure I remember him telling me when he made it. I just don’t remember when it comes up. He “sprang” it on me the other day when he found out we could get a drive-through flu shot. A what? Yup. A drive-through flu shot. [Lion comments: You do have to slow down while they do it.] The office our primary care doctors work out of didn’t have appointments till October, but we were able to get appointments yesterday in Seattle where his other appointment was scheduled. 2020 is definitely a strange year.

While we were waiting for the doctor, Lion asked what we should have for dinner. I ran down the usual suspects and Lion growled. Why can’t I think of something else? He suggested stir fry. I never thought of that so I agreed. On the way home, he asked if I’d rather have barbecue. It made sense. We were going right past the barbecue place. Why not? Done.

I’ve been trying to get the house cleaned up for a while. I finally found the top of the kitchen table so I asked if Lion wanted to eat in the kitchen. I reasoned that he’d be less likely to create a mess with his ribs if he had a solid surface to eat them on. Just before he started eating, I sweetened the pot by nullifying the spilling rule for the night. It’s almost impossible to eat sauce-dripping ribs without spilling, or at least getting some on your hands that transfers to your shirt even with napkins or paper towels. Lion was more than happy to accept it. And, wouldn’t you know, when he’s allowed to make a mess with no consequences, his shirt was pristine. Go figure!

Once we hit the bedroom, Lion snoozed. I figured the outing did him in. He answered a few Jeopardy questions in his sleep and then woke up a bit around 8. I was about the ask if he felt up to playing when he asked me if we were going to play. He said he could go either way. If he’s not up for it, why do it? I let it go and Lion snoozed off and on for a while. Then, around bedtime, he asked if we could snuggle. Did that mean he wanted to play earlier? I don’t know. I thought by asking earlier, he’d let me know what he wanted. Did he leave it up to me because he didn’t want to decide?

The problem with asking him, I guess, is that he doesn’t want to impose on me. We play for him. I don’t think I’ll ever feel slighted if he says he doesn’t want to play because he truly doesn’t want to play. He’s done that before and I’ve never pushed him to play when he says he doesn’t want to. However, if he says he doesn’t want to play because he thinks I don’t want to play or he knows I’m tired so “don’t worry about it”, then I have a problem. If he doesn’t give me an honest answer, he can’t be upset, annoyed, sad, neglected, etc. that we didn’t play. If I have a reason that I don’t want to/can’t play, I’ll be honest.

This morning, Lion told me I have a horny Lion on my hands. I’m glad. I can have lots of fun with a horny Lion. But first, there’s the matter of de-furring. The hair above his penis is starting to tickle my nose again. But it’s the hair on his balls that is surprisingly long. How did that happen? Maybe the cage pushing his balls out actually increases blood flow and that increases hair growth. Weird. I’m thinking I’ll just do the front side this time. The back end hasn’t been bad the past few times. Of course, it was never as furry as the front. We’ll see how it goes. And, since I’m in the neighborhood of a wild weenie, I’ll have to give him a few yanks if not some sucks. It just has to be done.

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I am happy to report that our jam is a success. We sampled some this morning and it’s wonderful. I’ll freeze the rest of the blueberries and we can either use them in pancakes or make another batch of jam in the future. Today I have to sandblast the kitchen to get all the pickling and jamming residue off the walls and floor. It’s amazing how far bubbling jam flies.

Yesterday was hot. We got our kitchen activities out of the way early and then we vegetated for the rest of the day. We both snoozed a bit. I braved the heat to make dinner. After I did the dishes, Lion was snoozing. By the time he woke up fully it was nine o’clock. I asked if he wanted to play or if it was too late. He said it was too late and that he had hoped we’d play earlier in the day. Yes. He had wanted that. I forgot. I was hot and tired and I forgot he wanted to play early.

I’d hope we’d make a trip to get my medications today, but that was when Lion waxing was tentatively scheduled for Saturday or Sunday. Once I get done writing I’ll start the wax and clear off the waxing table. While the wax melts, usually at least three hours, I’ll tackle the kitchen. It’s still supposed to be hot today but “only” mid-eighties. Hot wax on a hot Lion sounds steamy. When he’s done being waxed, he’ll take a shower to get all the oil and wax off. And then he should be ready for love. I have no idea when that will be but it will most likely be earlier than we normally play.

I don’t have any specific plans for Lion. I’m not even sure he’ll get an orgasm. It all depends on how horny he is. If he seems like he really wants one, he might just get it. On the other hand, what fun would that be? If he really wants it, shouldn’t I make him wait? We’ll see how nice I’m feeling later on.

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We were supposed to go away this weekend. I was not looking forward to driving for seven hours. Lion had concerns about his ability to climb in and out of the truck and camper, as well as having to drive so far to get to things we like. We’ve decided, once again, to cancel our plans. Instead, we’ll take some day trips to search for pickling cucumbers and other produce. And I’m sure we’ll find other interesting things. We usually do when we roam the countryside.

lion's pubic hairy patch
For Lion this is a lot of pubic hair. It’s enough to tickle my nose during a blow job.

Lion has also requested a haircut and manscaping. I know he needs manscaping. When I suck him, sometimes my nose gets tickled. I don’t mind. I think it’s funny. But now that he’s back in the cage, it’s more important to keep the hair trimmed or gone so it doesn’t get caught up in the cage.

The other thing I was thinking we could do, and I’m sure Lion won’t protest, is to play more. Instead of a staycation, we’ll have a playcation. Other than when we’re actually making pickles or whatever else we find to preserve, our time is completely ours. No time clocks to punch. No appointments. Just the dog going in and out and in and out. We’ll find other things to do in our downtime, but I think we should concentrate more time on play. I know Lion could use some more attention. Who couldn’t?

Not that he’s complaining. He was perfectly happy with the edging he got last night. Well, not completely happy. I bet he would have loved more. He might have even liked an orgasm. He said, and I quote, “That was intense.” Music to my ears! Keep him horny, keep him happy, cha cha cha. Maybe that could be my new motto.

I knew I didn’t want to give him an orgasm last night. First of all, it’s too soon. But since I concocted the idea of a playcation, giving him an orgasm on the first night would have been silly. He’ll be much hornier by Sunday or Monday. That’s the plan, at least. As long as I don’t push my luck and give him a ruined (or salvaged) orgasm, we’ll be good to go.

Stay tuned,