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Lion has a new rule. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s put his nighttime and morning medications in little baggies. He’s recently switched to little pill bottles he found online that look like old time film canisters. (Rotary phones, vinyl records, anyone, anyone?) He keeps these containers in drawers on shelves in the bedroom. When he comes out of the bathroom after his shower, he’s facing these shelves. Inevitably, he forgets to grab his meds. Whether I’ve worked all day or not, let the dog in and out fifty times or not, made dinner or not, I’m usually the one who backtracks to get him his pills. For a while, I joked that I was going to make it a rule that he was responsible for getting them. The other night, I was done. It’s now a rule.

I placed an order with a local grocery store yesterday. We got a few deliveries from them when the first lockdown happened. They also offer pickup and, since it’s very close to work, I usually pick up food on Monday or Wednesday when I’m at the office. Pickup is free whereas delivery costs about ten dollars. Both options are perfect for social distancing. And it eliminates some of the steps I hate about grocery shopping — actually grocery shopping. Even if they charged their normal fee, five dollars, I think I’d still pick up my order. There are a few things you have to go into the store for, but it’s certainly a shorter time in the store.

Anyway, my pick up time was between 6 and 7 pm. That’s also when we normally eat dinner. So I went and picked up the order, came home and put it away, and made dinner. As I carried dinner into the bedroom, I noticed Lion hadn’t gotten his meds. Here it is, the first night and he’s already getting punished. To my surprise, he got up and got his meds. He asked if he was too late to avoid punishment. Nope. As long as I don’t have to get them, he’s safe. Of course, if he’s sick or having trouble walking I’ll gladly get them for him. I’m not a monster.

Lion managed to keep the paddle away, but he didn’t miss out on sexual attention. He had a nice blow job. Does it count as a blow job if he doesn’t have an orgasm? What would you call it? I normally say “oral attention”, but Lion called it a blow job last night. It works for me. He didn’t actually get to the edge, but it’s fairly close to his last orgasm so I don’t think that’s unusual. He should be getting hornier as we go. I can definitely help make him hornier. It’s sort of a specialty of mine. [Lion comments — It certainly is!]

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We seem to be in a different kind of cycle. We eat dinner. Lion snoozes. We snuggle. Maybe we play. I’m not saying it’s a bad cycle. I actually like it. Lion gets refreshed and if we play a little later, it’s okay.

Both of us have trouble sleeping. We may sleep, but we don’t sleep well or we wake up many times in the night. Either way, we’re tired the next day. I’ve been known to join Lion in a nap but I usually don’t. Lion can fall asleep the second he pulls up the covers. For a while, Lion thought I was not playing with him because he snoozed for a while. Also for a while, he said I waited until it was too late to play. I guess I got used to, at least trying, to play early. If he was snoozing, I assumed it was “too late” sometimes when he woke up. Other times, I might have been ready to play early, but by the time he woke up, I was no longer ready to play. Now, it seems, we’ve decided that we can play once he wakes up since he’ll be rested and ready to go.

For a few nights, Lion wasn’t interested in playing. Tuesday night, I was annoyed that I’d put the wrong address on an online order and that wiped out any chance that I’d want to play. Last night, however, we were both ready. Lion had been under the covers so my balls were nice and warm. I’m sure he thinks I’m silly when I bury my face in them. To each his, or her, own.

It took a while to get Lion anywhere near the edge. I thought I might have to stop because my shoulder was hurting, but I managed to change positions and continue. I don’t mind how long it takes, as long as my body holds out. I know it feels good to him even if he never makes it to the edge. Luckily, I got him there.

If I do have a pattern, it’s that I get him to the edge the first time, I back off and let him recover for a minute or two. Subsequent times, I tend to go right back at him. I’m not sure why I do that. It would seem that the longer I edge him, the closer he is. If I go right back, I risk going too far. And why pause after the first time? Why not go right back then and wait until he’s really excited to give him some time? I don’t have an answer. I do know that I went right back to it last night after his first near miss. Of course, I stopped then too. I wonder which way he prefers. I wonder if he even notices.

Lion?

[Lion comments — I do notice the longer pause. I wondered about why Mrs. Lion did it when on subsequent attacks she shows no mercy. I suppose that it’s more exciting when she doesn’t give me much of a chance to recover.]

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We started out last night with snuggling. I asked Lion if he wanted to do anything and he said he could go either way, but snuggling would be nice. I started out on top of the blankets because I was warm. He was under the blankets because he was cold. That’s not exactly conducive to snuggling. After a while I decided the compromise was for me to pull back the blankets on my side and snuggle under his side. Eventually I enticed him out with promise of oral fun.

For whatever reason, Lion has gone back to his old ways of not being very excited (at least from my point of view). If you recall, he was very horny and excitable before his recent orgasm. We thought something had snapped him out of his long lead up to becoming horny. I guess last time was just a fluke.

It’s not that he’s not horny. His mind may say he’s horny. His body may say he’s horny, but somehow the message doesn’t get to my weenie. He’s slow to respond. I don’t need him to respond quicker. I’m certainly not timing him. I just wonder what happened last time. The only issue I have with his taking longer is that my shoulders hurt last night and I had to stop. Clearly that’s my problem and not his. Well, it’s his in that he didn’t get to the edge and he was having fun. I think, in addition to snuggling, we might need to use the rope or some clothespins. These “marital aids” might get him more excited right off the bat. [Lion comments — A paddle works too :)]

When he was super horny last time, I was wondering if jumping right into oral attention would cause a problem. I didn’t want him to think I was rushing him as he’s thought when I jumped right into playing with him other times. I guess there was no reason to worry then. Now I think we do need a bigger buildup. His mind might be willing but we need to take our time so his body gets caught up. I just don’t want to be accused of rushing him if I start out by tying up his balls. We’ll get there when we get there. I have no time limit. My only goal is to get him to the edge and as frustrated as possible before my shoulders give out. I’ll take some preemptive Tylenol to help the fight.

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There’s an episode of the 1960’s sitcom, “The Andy Griffith Show” where a couple violently fights all of the time. Sheriff Andy is often called in to intervene. He finally decides to teach them to be nice to one another. They come to his office each day and practice “Mornin’ Darlin'”, “Mornin’ Sweetie”. Eventually, they learn to be very kind to each other. Now, instead of fighting at home, they are mean to everyone else they know. Finally, Andy has to trick them into going back to fighting with one another.

Mrs. Lion and I like that episode. We start each day with a “Mornin’ Darlin'” and “Mornin’ Sweetie.” It never fails to make us smile. You may be wondering what this has to do with our blog. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote that she has made two more rules for me: I am not allowed to yell at local news people for being incompetent. I’m similarly not allowed to deride stupid game show contestants.

She’s taking away my growl. If I can’t growl at the TV, will I growl at real, live people instead? Sounds an awful lot like the “Andy Griffith Show,” doesn’t it? Mrs. Lion is right. I will almost certainly earn quite a few punishments before I am trained to be silent. I can’t help but wonder what will happen to all those bottled-up growls.

blow job trainer?

Speaking of training, I saw this product on Amazon the other day. The description says it is a Japanese face exerciser. Yeah, sure, that’s the ticket. A face exerciser. Just think, ladies, for $17.99 you can exercise your face.

According to the blurb:

This jaw exerciser strengthens the muscles around your face, jaw, and neck and will cause the jaw muscles to become firmer and tighter.

It’s an ideal gift! Whether use at home/office/school/GYM/traveling, our jaw exerciser helps chisel jaw muscles in just 3-20(Increase slowly day by day) minutes of daily exercise in anywhen and anywhere. Perfect for creating a slim face and to prevent aging skin after just 8 weeks treatment. It’s really a special present for Christmas/New/Year/Birthday/Valentine’s day/Father’s day/Mother’s day and so on.

OK, Mrs. Lion, I know what to get you for Christmas!

Mornin’ Darlin’