Lion is still down in the dumps. I don’t know what to do to help him other than being there for him. I sent him an email earlier that just said, “KISS.” He responded with, “Lick”. We’re silly. Emailing back and forth was how we communicated when we were at work. It stopped when I started working from home because there’s nothing stopping us from talking, but doing an email is a nice way of saying you’re thinking about someone. We should start it again.

I waxed him yesterday. He had a few hairs that I must have missed last time. I’m not sure how I missed them, but they were a little too long to have grown in. I know I don’t do a professional job. I do the best I can, but I will miss hairs. I’m sure I did it this time too. But I did make sure the get the ones that tickle my nose and Lion said he feels bare. That’s all I can ask for.

When I first started waxing him, I’d start with the front, figuring that was the most important and if I ran out of steam, at least that part was done. However, now I start with the back side so I can end with my weenie. The back side doesn’t take much time at all anymore. I guess I’ve scared the hair away. He was never really furry there to begin with. This time I spent a little bit more time playing in his crack. I let my fingers explore. I didn’t linger too long because the best part is the front.

After I was done yanking hair out, I cleaned him everywhere but my weenie. I saved the best for last. I made sure he was nice and oily and set to work jerking him off. I remember wondering last time if I should have taken my gloves off first. I didn’t do it this time either. With all the oil, I’m not sure if he’d notice one way or the other. I changed from one hand to the other as I got tired. I massaged his balls at times. I even stuck a finger, or two, into his crack. Eventually, he had his orgasm, although there was no cream filling for me. It’s just as well. I couldn’t have eaten it mixed with oil. He did say it leaked out as he was heading for the shower. Oh well. I’ll keep trying for my cream filling.

I think Lion may be almost 100% again. He hasn’t mentioned being horny, but I said I was cold this morning, and he said I could scooch over near him to get warm. He doesn’t like sex in the morning, so it wasn’t a request for hanky panky. However, if he weren’t feeling well, he wouldn’t invite me closer. I know I don’t like people near me when I don’t feel well.

If he feels better and wants some attention, I think it should be calm attention. No clothespins. No IcyHot. He may only be looking for snuggles tonight. That’s fine. We can do as much or as little as he’s comfortable with. The same goes for eating. We’ve been having noodles for days because it’s the calmest food we can think of. We’ve been a little more adventurous at breakfast, but not by much. Sticky buns yesterday and French toast today. However, Lion commented that he hadn’t had a vegetable in days. Ummm. And why is that? The good news is that we’ll probably be having salad with dinner tonight. What else we’ll have is a mystery. We’re surrounded by cookbooks and can never come up with any dinner ideas.

By the time I get around to waxing Lion, he may be ready for an orgasm. If I don’t give him one before then, it’s quite possible I could give him one while he’s all oiled up. Of course, that would be another hand job, and I said I didn’t want to give him hand jobs anymore. Still, it’s nice when he’s slippery and very hard. I don’t have to worry about how messy we are because he’s headed for the shower anyway. We’re not in bed, so the oil can drip on the sheet. I won’t say it’s any more comfortable for me. I just like him slippery. Having said that, I also like to get him very close and leave him hanging. I win either way.

Our recent posts (“Pulling The Lion’s “Tail,” “Maybe I Am a Prude,” “In Praise Of Handjob,” and “An Edged Lion is a Happy Lion”) talk about various aspects of handjobs, a woman masturbating a man. This rather harmless activity turns out to be heavily nuanced and more profound than I first thought. My first reaction to the idea of a woman masturbating me is that it is a nice thing to do that makes me feel good. There’s much more going on.

First, women have very different views on the subject. Some worry that if they handle a penis, its owner will want to penetrate them. Touching a penis is foreplay. Sure, it can be. Taking that position makes handling the male sex organ a sort of commitment to intercourse. That certainly restricts the desire to touch one.

Other women use it as a sort of sexual pressure release valve. If the male is getting too” friendly” a few minutes of penis massage will reduce his ardor. This use of the handjob is particularly popular with teenage girls. It’s an easy way to avoid an uncomfortable situation. Both approaches are female methods of increasing or decreasing the possibility of more intimate activity. I think they are valid and useful. I have always been happy with a woman using this tool for sexual management.

The problem is that this approach to a penis overlooks an obviously good use of one. A penis is a toy that most men will share. If this sounds too trivial, consider how males are different from females—for example, sex in terms of ejaculation isn’t an end game. Unlike women, who often believe vaginal activity is an emotional as well as a physical experience, men approach it very differently.

Most men masturbate (jerk off) from an early age. There is a tacit understanding that boys do it frequently. It provides physical release and theoretically frees us from pressuring our dates. Jerking off isn’t an expression of love or commitment. It’s often not very important—It’s release. We are playing with our toys. It feels good.

Inside a relationship or friendship, it isn’t hard to include handjobs that aren’t green lights to intercourse. A man already understands that ejaculation isn’t necessarily an expression of romantic love. If the woman makes it clear that playing with the penis is just for fun and isn’t romantic sex, we will understand and happily share our toy.

If a man, like me, for example, likes to bottom, a handjob is an excellent activity to demonstrate female dominance. Doing this requires no equipment or training. Simply have him undress and play with your toy. Mrs. Lion has made it clear that the penis attached to me is her toy. It isn’t mine. She can play with it any time she wants. It isn’t mine, so I can’t.

Since it’s her toy, she can tease me and make me believe that I will come, but stop before I get the chance. Or, she can masturbate me with others watching. She can also let a friend play with her toy. Mrs. Lion chooses to play with her toy when we are alone, and she doesn’t like to share. It’s her choice.

The idea that a penis is a toy works in vanilla contexts too. As soon as a woman disconnects the idea that playing with a penis is an invitation to intercourse, the couple can enjoy a fun toy. Many women don’t consider masturbating a man as sex (for them). It’s an amusing activity that makes her man happy. Take off the emotional weight and have a good time. You’ll have a hard time finding a man who won’t share his toy with you.

Mrs. Lion wrote about teasing me on Monday night (“An Edged Lion is a Happy Lion“). She’s worked out her handjob technique and can now masturbate me to orgasm if she wants. Or, as is usually the case, bring me to the edge and let me teeter. For the last year, almost all of my sex has been oral. Yes, I love it.

An orgasm is an orgasm, you might think. Most guys will agree an oral orgasm feels better. It does for me. I’m not sure if it’s the actual orgasm or something else that makes me like it better. From a strictly physical point of view, an oral orgasm is produced with slower motion. Most people can’t bob up and down on a cock as fast as they can jerk it off. A second factor is that the mouth gently encircles the penis. There is contact all around.

When Mrs. Lion is between my legs, her tongue contacts my most sensitive area on the underside of my penis. Her head motion is fairly constant. Even if she lets me come, the relatively slow head motion is almost like being edged. It is very exciting. Even vaginal sex doesn’t offer that advantage. Movement tends to get faster the closer I get to orgasm.

I think there is another factor that works in favor of a handjob. Oral or vaginal sex requires intimate contact with my partner. My penis is inside her mouth or vagina. When I ejaculate, it is inside her. Even if you exclude her orgasm, she is still very involved. A handjob is much less personal. Very little contact is involved on the woman’s part. All she has to do is wrap her hand around my penis and move it up and down. When I ejaculate, she can wipe it off if some get on her hand.

On the other hand, I am intensely involved. I’m consumed as the arousal builds. I’m every bit as excited when I ejaculate as I am when we are both intimate. The investment and reaction are all mine. This is why in the BDSM world, masturbating a man as part of the scene is effective, particularly at a party.

Being naked and spanked or having clothespins on my balls is a little embarrassing with an audience watching. Being jerked off is far more humiliating. Sexual humiliation is magnified when the humiliated person reveals something private, and the partner or audience isn’t vulnerable at all.

A handjob certainly counts as an activity of this kind. Mrs. Lion can be fully dressed and jerk me off. The contrast is obvious. She could go shopping, and I am naked and erect. She can treat masturbating me like a reward, a sexual doggy biscuit. I’m not saying that she thinks this way. I’m saying that I do. It’s one of the best parts of a handjob. No, I don’t like it better than oral or vaginal sex. I prefer them. The sexual humiliation factor does make the mechanical nature of a handjob more fun for me.