We did some more reconfiguring of our audio-visual area of the bedroom and, as often happens, needed new parts in the process. I went off to buy them while Lion configured things on the remote. The whole process took a few hours, and I didn’t get a chance to write a post yesterday. Lion also, as you probably noticed, did not write a post this morning. I’d like to say we’re back on track, but I never know what’s going to happen next.

The one thing I can be sure of is that Lion had some fun last night. I asked him the silly question, “Do you want me to suck you?”. He responded that it was, indeed, a silly question and moved across the bed. I don’t know how many days it had been since his last orgasm. I don’t know how many days it was since we last did anything sexual. I just knew that I wanted to suck him. I was prepared for him to say no since his post the other day was about telling me no when I asked if he wanted to do anything. If he had said no, I was going to tell him it was too bad. I wanted to suck him, and that’s what I was going to do. Happily, we seemed to be on the same page.

I had no idea if we’d get to the edge. I was just playing it by ear. Literally. I was listening to his breathing to know when he was getting closer. Just to be sure he knew who was in charge, I stopped once he got reasonably close to the edge. I figured it was about the time he might be thinking he was going to go all the way. Then I started again. When he was closer but still not quite there, I stopped again. He was breathing faster. Would I start again or leave him hanging? He had no idea, but I’m sure he was happy when I started again.

I wasn’t even sure if I’d stop again. I didn’t have a plan one way or the other. My desire to make him happy won out. I kept going right on over the edge. It seemed like a big orgasm. He said it was when I asked. However, no cream filling for me. Poor me. Lion thinks he’s broken. I’m glad he had such a wonderful orgasm, even if I didn’t get any bonus from it. I love giving him orgasms.

I didn’t wax Lion yesterday. I had the wax melting, and we were doing stuff with the garden when I decided I didn’t really feel up to waxing him. Not that it takes all that long. I was feeling dizzy on and off. It didn’t seem like a good idea to bend over and move around any more than I already did with the garden. We sat down to watch our football team lose its season opener. Instead., to our utter amazement, they actually won the game.

The football game didn’t look good in the beginning. Our quarterback was sacked something like six times. Lion kept saying it was a good thing we weren’t playing our football spanking game. His buns would have been on fire. [Lion– I get extra swats if our quarterback is sacked] It wasn’t a high-scoring game, so that would have saved his tushy a little bit. We were resigned to another losing season. However, they gave us hope in the second half. And then they almost blew it again. I swear, this team loves giving me a heart attack in the fourth quarter. I’m not saying they’ll have a winning season overall, but right now, they have one. Given the fact that they haven’t won a season opener in five or six years, forgive us for being hopeful.

After we ate dinner and Lion snoozed a bit, I washed the dishes and snuggled in with him. I was lazily playing with my weenie when Lion paused the TV. Mr. Weenie was getting excited. I told Lion I wanted to suck him. It’s amazing how fast he moves when offered a blow job. I knew he was excited. However, I didn’t know how long he’d be excited. Sometimes he fizzles after a while. Not this time. I had his full attention.

He didn’t give me the recent cues that he was getting close. He has been tightening his thigh next to me. This time I could tell by his breathing. And I stopped moving. He sighed. No more fun for Lion. And then I started again. But then I stopped. Damn. He just wasn’t going to catch a break. I don’t know how close I got him, but I teased him three or four times before I told him he was out of luck. It’s been a long time since I’ve teased him that much.

Poor boy. He loved it.


I started to write a post yesterday. It would have been late, but it would have been in here. It was about Lion’s inability to get hard the night before. And I was writing it at a very stressful point in the day, which is why it never made it. There have been many stressful points in many days lately. When I went to the doctor, I mentioned being under stress lately and she said everyone is. Thanks. That’s very helpful. Anyway, last night I just needed to vegetate, so we didn’t play.

Tonight, I’ll finally give Lion his haircut. And, since he’ll look so sexy, I’ll make sure I get him turned on enough to make it to the edge. A rerun of one of our favorite television shows mentioned tantric sex last night. Every time we see it, I think to myself that I can’t imagine anything worse than being left hanging like that. Why Lion wants it is beyond me. I guess it’s different for women since we tend to be able to have multiple orgasms. There’s no real reason to stop because the next one is right there.

It’s been a while since I got Lion to the edge and denied him an orgasm. We’ve been hit and miss when it comes to getting him anywhere near the edge. When I do get him there, I’m afraid to edge him because I might not be able to get him back to give him an orgasm, so I’ve been going for the orgasm. We need to work back to edging more. I don’t know if it makes the eventual orgasm more momentous or not, but he likes it.

When I was in the shower last night, I thought about soaping Lion’s mouth. I guess the little sliver of soap reminded me I haven’t done that to him in a long time. We never used it as punishment. It was always an add-on or dessert. I could either use it as an add-on for the punishments when he interrupts or is a know-it-all since they involve talking. Or it might be a way to ease into the idea that he needs to be punished for interrupting and being a know-it-all. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get myself to do it. It definitely isn’t easy. [Lion — It’s like the old joke, “How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice.” It’s funny that Mrs. Lion mentioned soaping. I had the same thought last night when I put a new bar of soap in the shower. None of our slivers are big enough for mouth soaping. Maybe we need a new bar just for the purpose.]

I can’t tell you how good it was to get home last night. The dog went nuts. She couldn’t run around fast enough to show me how much she missed me. I think it was on my layover, when I was talking to Lion, he put me on speaker and she looked for me when she heard my voice. But nothing compared to the chaos of actually walking through the door. Lion tried to come out of the bedroom to greet me, but decided it was better to wait for me rather than have the dog knock him over. She wouldn’t have done it on purpose. She almost knocked me over a few times in her frenzy.

I stopped and grabbed dinner for us on the way home. I didn’t think either of us would want to cook or even figure out what to eat. Burgers and fries sounded good. It wasn’t the food that mattered. It was the company. I was tired. I’d been up since 7 am, which is 4 am west coast time. Obviously, whatever time it said on our bedroom clock, my body said it was three hours later. Despite that, I managed to make it till after 11 before we went to bed. And we woke up at 7. And then we went back to sleep again. I’m still tired but it’s more of a normal tired.

Based on Lion’s post from this morning, I’m not sure if he wants an orgasm or not. Maybe he wants an orgasm, but he doesn’t want me to tell him when he’s getting it. I was going to give him an orgasm whether he wanted it or not just to “reset” the clock. I don’t think he wants that. So what do I do? If I try to arouse him and it doesn’t work, do I just give up for the day? He seemed to like the idea of being tied to the bed, but seems to want more than that. He doesn’t want wham bam thank you ma’am. I can understand that. He also said he knows he’s a chore, which I’ve told him a million times he’s not. But if I think I’m not doing wham bam thank you ma’am and he does, we’ve gotten our signals crossed again.

I’m pretty sure he won’t tell me what he wants, except that he wants me to be in charge. I guess I’ll just do what I think I should do and see if that lines up with what he wants. Yeah. That won’t end poorly. I’m going to cross my fingers and go in with a positive attitude. We’re going to have fun. I’m going to get Lion excited, he’ll make it to the edge, and he may or may not have an orgasm. It’ll be my little secret.

[Lion — I think Mrs. Lion was very tired when she read my post from yesterday (Link). I said that a businesslike jerkoff is an expected activity. I also didn’t say I would be unhappy if I got to ejaculate tonight. I think it would be very nice. Perhaps a re-read of the post is in order.]