While I did take a shower earlier than usual, we didn’t play any earlier. Lion was snoozing a bit while watching TV and I hate to wake him. However, the news is not all bad. Sometime around 9, I told him to lay across the bed for some oral attention.

If you recall, I love playing with my food. Based on the purring I heard, Lion loved what I was doing. Of course, I also had the penis-o-meter, which raised and lowered in approval and disapproval. There wasn’t much disapproval. My biggest problem was that my hair was getting in the way. It had to be my hair because Lion is smooth as a baby’s butt down there. A few weeks ago I felt like I had a mustache. No more.

I didn’t set out with a goal. I rarely do. I didn’t want to edge him four times, for example. I just take things as they come. At one point, I thought Lion was starting to lose it but then he regained his harder erection. I struggled with whether or not to point out that he’s not as hard as I think he should be. Lion is quick to jump to the “I’m broken” conclusion. [Lion — I could feel that at times I wasn’t fully erect. She’s right. It worried me.]

A few weeks ago, I took Lion from flaccid all the way to orgasm without stopping along the way. It’s rare that I do that, especially with my mouth. Once I figured out how to edge him orally, I’ve been trying to do it all the time. Last night, I got particularly good at it. I got him so close to the edge I thought he was going to lose it. And there wasn’t even any danger of a ruined orgasm. I timed it perfectly. You know sometimes you do something and think you’d never be able to do that again in a million years? That’s how I felt the first time. And then the second time I swear I got him even closer.

I gave him less than a minute to calm down. I started right back in with little bursts of sucking. I didn’t want to lose momentum. I wanted him perched right on the edge. I don’t know how many times I actually shoved him toward the precipice. Eventually, I let him go. There wasn’t much in the line of cream filling, just Lion trying to catch his breath. He informed me a little while later that it had been six days. That’s not a long wait, by any means. I wasn’t going for a long wait.

Sure, I was thinking I should leave him hanging again, but then I got him closer and closer. And yes, I could have gotten him very close and still left him hanging, but giving him orgasms is the fun part for me. You might even say it was my reward for a job well done.

Can Lion beat the clock?

Lion had the wax ready when I got home. The problem was that I’d already decided not to do any waxing. It doesn’t really make sense to me to try to do it on a school night. There’s no time for more than a Lionzilian.

I was still feeling a little yucky from the night before and Lion asked for noodles for dinner so he wasn’t feeling all that adventurous either. However, once we ate and I had my shower, I decided he should have a little fun. Despite the lump in my stomach, I rolled over to suck him. It was a continuation of the night before.

Eventually I moved to the foot of the bed. I didn’t seem to be fitting very well so we had to jockey around and finally I was in position. As I sucked him I remembered a time when I’d set a timer while I jerked him off and if he didn’t make it to the edge when the timer went off, I just stopped. Of course, I’d start again with a new timer and stop when the timer went off. Anyway, I was thinking his mini blow job was sort of like that. I’d started giving him a blow job on Monday, got him only so far and then stopped, leaving him frustrated. Tuesday night I did the same. It’s similar to the timer.

However, Tuesday night I did get him very close to the edge. Very close. And I only sucked him a tiny bit more before I stopped for the night. If I’m right about it being similar to the timer, he’ll get to the edge or even over the edge in a few days.

I have no idea if this will work. Lion seems to think it won’t. Way to be positive! What the hell. It’s just another one of my experiments. The bonus is that Lion gets blow jobs, albeit it frustrating ones, more often.

Assuming we both feel okay tonight, I can go back to some anal training. I don’t want to lose the progress we made. I won’t start with four fingers. We’ll see how it goes. Lion has to be willing to relax.

He should relax. He’s in good hands…um mouth.

Cock teasing is a time-honored female hobby. At least, that’s what movies would have you believe. And in our case, teasing is the staple in our sexual diet. Being teased is what most often happens to me when Mrs. Lion pays attention to my penis.

Mrs. Lion and I are creatures of habit. Almost every night, after her hair has had a chance to dry, Mrs. Lion comes over to my side of the bed and puts her head on my chest. Her hand plays over my tummy and eventually my cock and balls. Once I’ve achieved a full erection, she will sit up and begin masturbating me in earnest.

It’s a ritual that I really like. And it’s effective keeping me horny. This morning, while  lying in bed half awake, penis at full mast, I began thinking about the teasing process. For example, is she teasing me when Mrs. Lion spends a few seconds massaging my penis while I am cooking in the kitchen? Is seductively rubbing my butt teasing too?

I don’t think so. At least as far as I’m concerned, teasing is a process. It has a few phases. The first is getting my attention. By that, I don’t mean getting me to notice that my penis is being handled. I’m aware of that immediately. That’s not the same as getting my attention. Mrs. Lion has my attention when I stop thinking about what ever I was doing at the time, and focus on the fact that I’m being sexually stimulated.

Most of the time, this doesn’t happen immediately. At first, I may feel a little annoyed at the distraction. Or, I may believe that her hand will stop almost as quickly as it started and there is no need to be particularly aware of what she’s up to. If she persists and stimulates those spots she knows turn me on, within a short time (it can be as much as four or five minutes) I will respond. My penis will get hard, my breathing may get a little irregular, and Mrs. Lion has my full attention.

Phase two begins at that point. This is what I call the “con”. I may be hard and enjoying the stimulation, but I probably don’t believe there’s any real chance I’ll ejaculate. I’m having fun and feeling good. Phase two convinces me that there’s a real chance that I’ll be producing semen before Mrs. Lion stops.

I know that every time I get to ejaculate, there are generally quite a few starts and stops building my arousal. So, I’m not surprised if she gets me very excited and then stops. She’ll start again most likely. After a couple of these interrupted masturbatory massages, I begin to believe that she is building me up for the grand finale. Mrs. Lion is an expert at this. I believe it every time. She can tell when I’ve fully bought in. Sometime after that, we go into phase 3.

This phase is the “big sell”. This is when I get edged. The closer I get to actually having an orgasm, the more convinced I am that she will let me finish. Recently she’s taken me into excitement but not near the edge. My breathing quickens my heart beats faster and my body gets ready for a nice orgasm. Then she stops. It turns out, that being pushed right to the edge isn’t necessary to sell me the expectation of ejaculation.

After she stops, and tells me, “Not tonight, dear.” She will lie back down on my chest and often resume masturbating me from that position.

“Oh, boy!” I think, she’s going to surprise me. Nope. It doesn’t happen. I end up with my erection bobbing in the wind with no way to finish. That’s the tease.

Since we are creatures of habit, teasing happens once a day, almost every day. It doesn’t happen more than once and it only happens in the bedroom. Too bad. What if Mrs. Lion played with my penis, let’s say, in the kitchen. Only, instead of the affectionate rubs, she persists and gets me hard. And, she convinces me I may ejaculate standing there next to the stove.

Aside from being a lot of fun, it would add a new context to teasing. This would be especially true if she picks other times when we are alone and not in bed to do this to me. Aside from being very exciting and fun, it also teaches me that I never know when I will find myself hard and panting.

I think we need to be more spontaneous. I know that we are both most comfortable with predictable patterns. Another example of this is that spanking always occurs in the bedroom. We have a paddle hanging on the side of the refrigerator ready to be used at any time. A few weeks ago, I did get a couple of swats from the kitchen paddle when Mrs. Lion noticed it hanging there. Years ago, I received regular, painful spankings bent over the kitchen counter.

We both enjoyed that. I think we will both enjoy outside-the-bedroom sexual teasing. Both teasing and spanking are expressions of our affection. I think they both serve to remind us to interact as a couple. Too much of the time, we are a loving couple who do things in the same place but not necessarily together.

I’m writing this on Wednesday. It’s been eight days since my last ejaculation. This is my longest wait in a couple of months. I’ve been wild the whole time. I’ve noticed that I get erections spontaneously with very little mental stimulation. This effect has been growing every day. I like it.

It doesn’t feel like a dry spell to me. The teasing feels more intense and I like experiencing full erections at odd times. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait until I get to ejaculate again. However, if there ever was a good time to try outside-the-bedroom cock teasing this has to be a really good one.