Lion thinks you may have taken me seriously in my post yesterday. I think you understood that I was just teasing him because he always says “poor Lion”. I know he feels bad that he doesn’t contribute as much as he used to in terms of household chores. I wasn’t even thinking about how much money he is or isn’t bringing in. I never equate a person’s worth as a person with their financial wealth. I’ve known quite a few people who had a lot of money in the back and I still wouldn’t want to be around. And I know writing is hard work. That’s why I used quotes. The funny thing is when I was in high school and my first stint in college, I wanted to be a writer. I never thought I’d write the Great American Novel, but I thought I might make a living at it. Lion is a thousand times better at writing than I am.

This morning Lion discovered that my truck registration was expired. Oops. I just drove it on Sunday. We never got the renewal notice and, let’s be honest, who was thinking about truck registration when we’re trying not to die during a pandemic. I remember being with my parents a long time ago when my father got pulled over for speeding. His registration was expired. I guess my mother looked sufficiently surprised because the cop only gave my father a warning for both speeding and expired registration. If I’d gotten pulled over, I probably would have had the same surprised look on my face. Luckily, our local motor vehicle department is open so I renewed it right away.

We didn’t do any anal play last night. I pulled out my trusty rope and tied Lion’s balls up. I stretched and separated them and had bouncing balls while I jerked him off. Eventually, I had him move into the sucking position. With his balls tied, I could tug on him when he tried to roll his hips away from me. I don’t think he intentionally tries to get away from me. It’s a reflex. Anyway, when he started to move, I tugged a little and corrected the issue. I got him to the edge once and was trying for a second when he lost his erection. Maybe I tied him too tight. Maybe he didn’t like being tugged. Maybe it was 41 degrees outside with the wind from the west. The point is, there isn’t always a reason for his losing an erection. And he doesn’t always even have to have an erection to have fun. There have been a lot of times he said he wasn’t going to get anywhere but sucking him felt really good. I consider that a win.

I think today is day twelve of Lion’s wait. So far he hasn’t been incredibly horny or frustrated. Sometimes I’ve used that as a gauge for when to give him an orgasm. Other times I give him an orgasm as sort of a reset button. Clear out the pipes and start over again. I don’t know what I’ll do this time. I tend to do it on a whim. Lion doesn’t usually argue with my system, or lack thereof. He’s just happy to have attention.

Last night I was able to get Lion to the edge. I knew I hadn’t the other night but I thought the previous nights I had. I’m not sure now. At any rate, he got there last night and I guess that’s all that matters. Although, he did miss a key part of something I was doing.

While I was sucking him, I was squeezing his balls lightly. At first I was only using my left hand. The right wasn’t in a good position to do it. When I was sure I was on the right track, I shifted to allow my right hand in on the fun. Now each hand had a ball to squeeze. Again, I wasn’t doing it hard and he seemed to be responding to it. I think I edged him three or four times before I gave my weenie a little kiss and left him to recover.

A little while later, I asked him if he liked my squeezing his balls. He said he didn’t notice. Hmmm. He said he was otherwise occupied. Yeah. I get that. But I know he knows when I tickle his balls. You’d think he’d notice when I squeeze them. Maybe he did notice on some level and that’s why it seemed like he was responding. Maybe his brain, depleted of blood flow, couldn’t register it. That’s what I choose to believe.

The other night I was thinking about using clothespins on him. When I started to snuggle with him and test the waters, he bounced right out from under the covers, ready to be sucked. I certainly wasn’t going to discourage him by my need to use clothespins. I don’t have a need to use them. I just figured they’d help him get excited. No harm, no foul. Maybe I just want it on the record that I was prepared to use them. We talked about needing more BDSM. Perhaps Lion has turned a corner and is getting back to his horny self. I like that. But there’s nothing saying we can’t use those clothespins even if he is a horny boy.

When I went to sign in to work this morning, I discovered our system was down. We’re dead in the water. Most of what we do relies on one program that lives in the cloud. Someone must have done something massive to have screwed it up for this long. No one is sure when it will be fixed which means tomorrow might be more of the same waiting around. I had a lot of work to catch up on, too. The only bright spot, other than getting paid for doing essentially nothing, is that I cleaned my desk off and got some continuing education credits taken care of.

True to my word, last night after I changed the bed, I gave Lion some attention. I didn’t do any anal stuff. We might do that tonight. I’ll have to start out small again because it’s been a long time since we’ve done anything. I gave up wanting to fist him a long time ago. I’m not consistent enough to get him stretched out. If I commit to anal training, I feel like we have to do it every day forever. That’s too much. I don’t want to do anything day after day. I think that’s one of the reasons I told Lion I might get bored.

While it’s true I have enough of a variety of toys to change things up, I get stuck on one or two things. I’m either tying his balls or putting clothespins on or slathering him with Icy Hot. He thinks I like CBT more than anything. That may be true, but I have trouble thinking of anything else to do. Spanking is largely off the table because it’s punishment now. Any anal stuff, as I said, makes me think we’re back in training and we’ll need to do it every day. The Box o’Fun gave us a mixture of things, but it was still pretty much CBT.

I suppose it makes sense that most of what we do would be CBT. After all, the genitals should be involved in sex play. Unless you have a foot fetish, I wouldn’t expect a big toe to be anywhere in the mix. I guess I’m just not really that creative right now. I’ll have to figure out how to get my head back in the game.

Does writing about sex make me want more? You could argue that writing about sex focuses the mind and activates the libido. I’ve wondered if writing this blog isn’t an aphrodisiac. I think you can agree that reading about sex can be a turn on. But what about writing?

When I write about things I’ve experienced or want to experience, I frequently get hard. When I write fiction that includes sex (not on this blog), I don’t get excited. I think that my interest in sex decreases. The difference is that I am inventing sex; it’s pure imagination. Perhaps that focuses me on the craft of creating arousal in others instead of what turns me on.

Many years ago, I was introduced to a very famous science fiction writer. We met for coffee several times. He shared some of his knowledge of writing. The one thing I remember most vividly is that he said you couldn’t get involved in the story. If you do, it will suffer. I think I understand. Writing is hard work for me. It’s much easier to write this blog where I can tell you about my experiences and reactions than it is to invent situations and story arcs.

Writing this blog doesn’t require me to know what’s going to happen next. Writing fiction requires understanding the characters as well as what will happen to them. I foolishly decided to go for a full-length story as opposed to a set of shorter adventures. I am worried that I will be authoring bad fiction. I do promise there is no symbolism. I hated classes that dissected books to find secret symbols. Moby Dick, anyone?

A new icy hot to torture my balls

Mrs. Lion commented on a new product we saw advertised on TV: Icy Hot dry spray. It’s an aerosol version of that very nasty CBT toy that she seems to be very fond of using. Being my usual helpful, curious self, I went to the manufacturer’s website to learn more. I did. It’s 15% menthol with an alcohol carrier. This is the maximum menthol strength permitted. I imagine the alcohol facilitates absorption into the skin.

Maybe it’s good to relieve sore shoulders, but I am sure it is even better at making me hate the way it burns my balls. Being a good lion, I ordered some for her from Amazon. I think this is the same strength as the IcyHot roll-on. When Mrs. Lion paints a racing stripe down the seam of my balls all the way to my anus, it is miserable. The burning subsides after 20 minutes and is gone after another 10. It’s a very unhappy half hour for me. Mrs. Lion finds it mildly amusing.

still no action

Because Mrs. Lion’s stomach has been bothering her, we hadn’t done anything sexual since my ruined orgasm 4 days ago (This is as of Thursday afternoon). Mrs. Lion still seems to hold off if I nap during “Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy”. I have no idea why that turns her off. I can’t really help it. It’s an after-dinner snooze, I guess. We’re back to me needing to ask, I guess. I don’t want to do that. Rather than let this fester, I’ll talk to her about it after she’s done with work today (Thursday). Stay tuned.

[Mrs. Lion — His snoozing doesn’t turn me off. I was trying not to move too much so I wouldn’t annoy my stomach. It had nothing to do with Lion snoozing. My thought lately is that he should be good to go no matter how late it gets since he’s had a nap. And since we got to the bottom of why he’s sad, I don’t even ask if he’s in the mood. Granted that was only one night and either one or both of our stomachs has been finicky since then. But rest assured, when my stomach is good, it won’t matter if he’s had a nap or not. When I’m ready to give him attention, he’ll take attention. (Unless he’s not feeling well.)]