Mrs Lion Comments

Lion is fur free from his pits to privates. I wondered if I’d have trouble since the hair was fairly long in some places. The light zapper (Lion knows the real term) we used a long time ago, had difficulty with longer hair and hair that was too light. On some level, it makes sense that wax wouldn’t care. It just glues itself to things and yanks them out. I’m assuming it would yank out loose skin if given the opportunity. On the other hand, there are spots I have to go over two or three times before the hair relents.

I’m pretty sure it’s been three months since he was waxed. He was definitely furry, but I don’t think it was growing any longer. My nose was tickled about the same from one month to the next. The hair on his balls was in no danger of reaching his knees. I know he hates to have any hair, but it wasn’t out of control.

I considered only waxing him from belly button to privates. He said it would be nice if I could do his entire chest. I thought I was being nice to do it at all, but I agreed to do his chest. I don’t need the hair on his boobies tickling my nose when we snuggle.

In the past week, he’s been spanked, given an orgasm and waxed. That’s a lot of attention all at once. Of course, he should be getting attention like that more often. The mountain of boxes, while receding, is still a work in progress. I have to figure out how to manage Lion attention and box attention. “All I’ve gotta do” is take the hour after work for box attention and then after dinner for Lion attention. Unfortunately, he’s said that after dinner attention is still too late sometimes. And if I’m whomping a butt, I should do it before dinner so he’ll be ready for any after dinner dessert. You can see how things can get complicated.

The bottom line is that Lion is more important than any boxes. He gets first dibs on my attention.

According to our Alexa, it’s going up to 77 today. I like the warmer weather but that seems a bit excessive all at once. If I scramble to set up the air conditioners, it will be in the 50s and raining by tomorrow. Actually, I think that is the forecast. I found the window fans, so I think we can last a day with just those. I think the same is true of the magnetic screen door I got for the dog. It will be fine for today, but then unnecessary for a few more months.

We did a run this morning to get rid of our excess cardboard. For the most part, it will fit in our recycle can, but sometimes we have a lot, and we’ll need to load it up and drop it off. Luckily, it’s not a long drive. It’s also not out of our way like it was at the old house.

Lion was talking about moving again. He doesn’t like the area. I wonder why I’m busying myself unpacking if I’ll just have to start packing all over again. I don’t necessarily like this house, but I don’t mind the area. He also doesn’t like the management company. We know they’ll likely raise the rent in a year. I guess I’m unpacking but not getting too comfortable.

I did manage to clear a path through the middle of the living room the other day. I got rid of some cardboard and moved some of the moving boxes into the garage. There’s more to do, but I gained a little bit of wiggle room and now I can unpack more boxes, which creates more cardboard and more empty moving boxes. Vicious cycle. However, I’m that much closer to being able to use the living room.

Lion has been hinting (strongly) that he’s horny. Nope. He’s outright said he’s horny. Hint. HINT. And, of course, he’s furry. When, oh when, can I wax him. I guess it would be different if he was trying to make himself pretty for me, but I have nothing to do with it. Aside from the occasional tickled nose, I couldn’t care less how furry he is. It’s not like he smells. I don’t wind up with errant pubic hairs in my mouth. It is strictly a Lion-likes-to-feel-pretty thing. I uncovered the cart for the wax melters. I’m just not in a real hurry to wax him. If I have to choose between waxing and all the other things that need to be done around here, I choose all the other things. I will, however, take time to solve his horniness issue.

The other night, Lion was looking for a documentary to watch. The TV suggested a few and he picked one on Hemingway because Lion knows he’s my favorite writer. Well, my favorite writer from way back when. I know. He was a male chauvinist, etc, etc. But that does not detract from being a great writer.

When we started it, we didn’t realize that it was a multi-part series. And I didn’t realize how much I still like his style. It’s generally short, choppy sentences. But in those short sentences, somehow, he can convey so much without saying a lot. You can feel the dust being disturbed and settling back down.

I’ve only read three or four of his novels. I don’t think Lion has read any. I read most of them when I was in high school, but they definitely stood up. I remember A Farewell to Arms being very tedious for a fourteen—or fifteen-year-old to read. It was one of the audio books I listened to a few years ago. It is still my favorite.

Lion’s been writing again. I don’t know what this book is about. I don’t need to know. He may change directions a few times before he’s ready for anyone to read it. I’m just glad he’s writing again. I know it frustrates him sometimes, but it’s a good outlet. [Lion — Actually, I’m revising my last novel. It needs work. I started another, but I’m not sure it’s worth the effort if no one wants to publish what I write.]

I didn’t spank him last night. Once again, I was working on something, and he asked me to find a power cord for one of his many printers. I dug through a bunch of boxes and came up empty. It turns out I was looking for the wrong printer. The one he wanted doesn’t need a power cord. I’ve told him that a few times. Am I sure it doesn’t need a power cord? There’s no place to plug one in. And when I press the button, a green light comes on. I’d say that was definitive. He still asked if I was sure.

Anyway, after that fiasco, I didn’t feel like spanking him. I guess I was annoyed enough, but I’m not going to hit him when I’m upset. I don’t want to really hurt him. A few bruises and a little blood is fine, but what if I start whomping and can’t stop? I doubt that will happen, but why tempt fate?

I failed to read his email yesterday, but I read today’s. The Lion weather is steamy. He reminded me I owe him a spanking or three. I agreed and told him he needed to stop distracting me by making me look for power cords. Maybe I can actually swat him tonight.

Maybe.