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My plan yesterday was to run our errands and come home to wax Lion. Unfortunately, I fell asleep just after lunch. It was 3:30 before I got myself out the door. This actually worked out well because we wanted to get food from our local Chinese place. I found a gas station with prices forty cents cheaper than other area places. The bad part about that is that I only needed half a tank of gas. While I was fueling up, I dared to use my cell phone to call the Chinese place. No answer. Rats! When I went past the restaurant I checked it out. There was a closed sign on the door. No other explanation. Is it just closed yesterday? Is it closed for the week? Is it closed permanently? The latter is particularly disturbing. It’s the best Chinese food we’ve found since we’ve been here.

As I was putting the groceries away (yes, I stayed in the stores long enough to get our prescriptions plus things we can’t necessarily get delivered), Lion informed me he was horny. Actually, what he said was that he wasn’t sure I’d be happy to hear he was horny. Why wouldn’t I be? It’s been quite a few days since he’s been interested. He hasn’t been feeling well. If he’s horny, doesn’t that mean he’s feeling better? Why wouldn’t I be happy about both?

As it turns out, he wasn’t entirely feeling better. But he was horny. I can work with that. I wasn’t sure how long his erection would last but I was game. I grabbed my rope, tied his balls, told him to get in blow job position and off we went.

I don’t know if he was hard because he was horny or because his balls were tied. I’ll take it either way. It took a little bit, but he got to the edge. And then he got closer to the edge. And then I bet he thought he was going over the edge. Not so fast! Sometimes I reward his first horny night after a dry spell with an orgasm. Yes, I debated doing it last night too. In the end I figured he needed to suffer a little bit. Okay, he seemed to be suffering a lot when I stopped. He’ll be fine.

For a while afterward, he kept telling me how well I give blow jobs. He knew I wasn’t going to finish him off so I don’t think he was buttering me up. Actually, he’s said it in the past too. What can I say? I love giving him blow jobs. And it’s nice to have such an appreciative subject.

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In: Body Waxing, CBT, Edging, Mrs Lion Comments, Oral Sex, Orgasm, Ruined orgasm

Damn NFL draft! I hadn’t counted on it foiling my plans for Zapardy! I have no idea how many rounds there are nor how many will be televised. It’s quite possible we’ll have to wait till Monday to play our game.

In the meantime, I am currently warming the wax so I can de-fur Lion. He’s been hinting for a week or so that he needs it done. I’ve also noticed the hair on the base of his penis giving me a mustache when I do a blow job. It doesn’t really bother me but it’s a sure sign he needs to be waxed. I’m thinking I’ll do the front today and the flipside tomorrow. I’ll see how ambitious I am before I decide on his legs. I can certainly do from his upper thighs to his neck, minus his arms of course. Depending on my energy level, I can do his legs when I do his back since, thankfully, there’s less hair there.

Just because we didn’t play Zapardy! doesn’t mean Lion didn’t have fun. Actually, he had his fun before Zapardy! was even supposed to be on. I think it’s fortuitous that Lion has somewhat lost interest in handjobs and I’ve found them more difficult to administer than blow jobs. Last year, if you recall, I wanted to bring the number of oral orgasms even with handjob orgasms. I failed miserably. I’m not sure what the numbers are this year but I’d guess I’m closer to 50-50, if not favoring oral. [Lion — So far this year Mrs. Lion has made me come with 5 handjobs and 8 blow jobs!]

We didn’t “play” in Lion’s sense of the word. I might have playfully pinched at his nipples, but I didn’t linger. I simply told him I needed him across the bed and he complied. It would be very silly of him not to comply. I was offering his favorite activity.

I knew we were up there in terms of days since his previous orgasm, but I wasn’t sure if it was day thirteen or fourteen. I wasn’t even sure I was going to give him an orgasm. He’d said he wasn’t sure how he felt about getting one. At least that’s what I read. He was playing semantics with me while I was playing with his nipples. He said he knew exactly how he felt about it. Well, I knew exactly how he’d feel about it in a few minutes. If all went well, he’d be desperate for one.

He said I got him “dangerously close” to an orgasm when I edged him. I knew it was close but if I went too far I wouldn’t have let it be a ruined orgasm. I would have finished him off. It’s rarely fun to let it be ruined. As it turned out, it wasn’t ruined at all. He had a very nice orgasm and I was rewarded with very nice cum. He says it makes sense there would be more because it had been a long time between orgasms. I say there was a lot because of my skillful ministrations. I have no idea which of us is right. It’s possible it has nothing to do with either.

At any rate, Lion is a happy boy and he’ll be even happier after he gets waxed. I think he can stifle his disappointment at missing out on Zapardy! for a few days.

[Lion — Zapardy is a game we play while watching “Jeopardy” on TV. I answer questions along with the contestants. If I get one wrong, Mrs. Lion zaps me with the doggy shock collar. Nothing happened if I get one right.]

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In: Oral Sex, Lion's Journal, Nudity

I didn’t write a post yesterday. I didn’t have any particular reason other than not having much to say. I’m very lucky that I have Mrs. Lion. We love being together and having little to do other than house stuff and playing on our computers gives us a lot of time to enjoy one another. Since I’ve been furloughed from my job — my last day of work was this past Friday — I haven’t had an excuse to wear a T-shirt. Now, I am completely nude all the time. I like the contrast with Mrs. Lion who is generally wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Clearly she wears the pants in the family.

We’ve been having a little debate over the meaning of the word “play”. Mrs. Lion takes it to mean sexual activity. In her book that includes all sorts of rather painful BDSM activities but always ends with some sort of attention to my erection. I’m not arguing with this very pleasant definition except when I may not be in the mood for sexual activity. I don’t think that should stop the other stuff from happening. I also think that these activities jumpstart any sexual reluctance I might have.

Mrs. Lion warms the oil in the microwave to turn it to a liquid. Then she applies it liberally to penis and balls.

Speaking of sex, it’s true that I really like coconut oil when Mrs. Lion masturbates me. It is slippery like other lubes, but it has a slightly different feel. I found that different lubes produce different sensations. We have some premium silicone lube, several different brands, that feel pretty much the same. They are much more slippery and because of that, I don’t think they feel as good when applied to my penis. We have some premium water-based lubes as well. They start out as slippery as the silicone and then become a little sticky as they get used. They are okay but not nearly the same. Coconut oil isn’t as slippery as the other lubes. It’s got enough slip to make it feel good as Mrs. Lion’s hand moves over both the shaft and head of my penis. But it isn’t so slippery that it prevents her from pulling up the skin on my shaft.

I like that sensation. That’s why I’ve always liked no-lube hand jobs. I really like the feeling of the skin being pulled up over the head and coming down. I don’t like unlubricated rubbing of the head, that’s not a pleasant feeling. Another advantage of coconut oil is that it’s edible. That means that if she wishes Mrs. Lion can begin with her hand and lube and then move to her mouth. She’s never done this. I don’t think it would be a good idea with the other commercial lubrication. The coconut oil is healthy to consume. How nice. Now I can be counted as a food supplement.

Hand jobs are very important to me. They are the bread-and-butter of my sex life. Since Mrs. Lion doesn’t want sex for herself, she has two ways to provide me with release: she can use her mouth or her hand. Most of the time when she has no plans to get me off, she uses her hands. I’m much less responsive to being jerked off right now. I don’t know why, but it’s much more difficult for me to get close to the edge this way. Even with the coconut oil, I still have a difficult time.

When Mrs. Lion uses her mouth the problem disappears. Part of it might be that for the last seven years almost all of my sexual activity has been via Mrs. Lion’s hand. Blow jobs have been relatively rare. Over the last couple of months, Mrs. Lion has used her mouth much more often. In fact, the last three times she got me off, it was with her mouth. Historically, oral orgasms constituted less than 25% of my releases. Obviously, I like this new trend. Mrs. Lion has commented that the extra time and energy it takes to get me to the edge by hand is more difficult for her than using her mouth. It certainly takes a lot less time orally.

None of this is intentional on my part. I guess it had to happen at some point. A lion can’t live by hand jobs alone. Even for teasing. I’m very grateful that Mrs. Lion is willing to work so hard to give me pleasure. I do feel some guilt about this. That also delays my release. I don’t see any way around this. We’ll have to talk about it.

What’s your favorite way to get off? What’s your favorite way to get your partner off? Has the additional time you have been spending together changed sex for you? Do you have any ideas that might help us?

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My weenie and I had a talk last night. Just before I gave Lion oral sex, I told my weenie I needed him to get hard. I needed him to stay hard. I looked him right in the eye and said I wanted him to get to the edge. It may come as no surprise that he didn’t listen. Despite all my ministrations, he didn’t get very hard. He certainly didn’t stay hard. And he was so far from the edge, he was safely in the middle of the bed.

Lion’s theory is that play came too close to his spanking for forgetting to set up the coffee again the other day. Lion has lots of theories. This morning he theorized that he bleeds because the skin isn’t tight enough across his buns when I spank him. I’m still contemplating this one. However, he may be right about spanking and play too close together. Although he doesn’t feel any lasting effect today, I did whomp him fairly hard. He was begging me to stop. I didn’t. He needs to learn to complete his chores.

During his begging, he tells me “that’s enough”. Is it? That’s what I usually ask him. I must admit, “that’s enough” does cause me to pause. It’s not because I think it’s enough. Well, ok, maybe for a split second I might wonder. But I usually only pause long enough to ask him if it’s really enough or if he’s the one who should really deciding when enough is enough. And really, even if I agree it’s enough, do you think I should stop? I mean, if I stop then, wouldn’t Lion be calling the shots?

Now, the last time I punished him, he did tell me I shouldn’t hit so hard so far down his thigh. Point taken. That’s a safety issue. If he had said I shouldn’t hit so hard because it hurt too much, I certainly wouldn’t have listened. Safety first. However, when he told me last night that it was enough, he also rolled away a bit. That’s absolutely not safe. If he rolls just as I’m swatting, who knows where that swat will wind up. I almost threatened to start over since he was trying to escape, but he got himself under control again.

So far, and it’s still early, there has been no reason to punish him today. If his theory about punishment and play being too close together has any merit, my weenie shouldn’t have any trouble getting and staying hard. We might even make it to the edge. Stay tuned.