We finished up the last of the blueberry jam last night. It was only two batches. I threw a frozen lasagna in the oven while we worked. By the time we were done, the food was done. Perfect timing.

Lion was awake when I got home. When I went to get things ready for the jam, he fell asleep. When I woke him, he thought it was morning. Mmm. That would have been nice—twelve hours of sleep. We can dream. The puppy decided that she’ll bark in the middle of the night instead of whining. Have we been sleeping through her whines? We certainly can’t sleep through barking. I took her out at 4. She did her thing. I don’t think she did anything at 11 before bed. When she barked at 5, I told her to calm down. There’s no reason to get up again so soon. At 6, Lion and I both woke up when she barked. I need puppy energy. Actually, I need all the naps she gets. Maybe then I’d be wider awake during the day.

Before my shower, I told Lion I was too tired to spank him. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t disappointed. He wants to be spanked until it’s time to be spanked. I feel bad for putting it off again, but there’s no way I would have been able to give him an effective spanking anyway. I wanted to spank him. The mind was willing even if the body wasn’t.

One thing I knew I had to do was play with my weenie. I had no idea if Lion was horny. He said he was the other day, but that was the other day. Things change. Not this thing on this particular night. He was looking for love. Once I got my weenie all revved up, I asked if Lion could move over for oral sex. Unsurprisingly again, he said he could do it. I set about sucking him, and he was very interested.

I don’t know how long it was because I forgot to set a timer until I have a mouthful of Lion, but he was very interested in a short time. I was tickling his balls. He loves that. Soon he was making happy noises. I got him oh-so-close and stopped. Poor Lion. I was so sad for him that I did it again. I considered giving him an orgasm, but then I decided he really hadn’t waited that long. And we haven’t played since his last one. Why would I give him one so soon when I can play with my food? The last time I sucked him, I didn’t even let him get to the edge. I’m sure it felt good, but it was not close at all. That was by design. I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of getting oh-so-close again.

Satisfaction? How can it be satisfaction when he didn’t get to come? Well, getting to the edge is its own satisfaction sometimes. I haven’t really been able to edge him in a long time. He’s been losing his erection mid-suck. When I have managed to get him to the edge, I don’t have the heart to “just” edge him. I go all the way as sort of a reward for making it that far.

Last night seemed different, though. He got there more quickly. I hadn’t done any foreplay other than jerking him off for a bit. I did play with him with my mouth before I actually started sucking. I don’t know if it was that or just in the non-slump portion of his sexual cycle. Whatever it was, I figured I’d take advantage of it. Maybe this time around, I can get him super horny and frustrated. Fingers crossed.

Monday night, I went to Home Depot to get lumber to replace the back deck steps. Lion always had trouble with them, and he’ll need to use them when he takes the puppy out. He’s also been after me to water the puppy lawn. I dragged the hose around and started watering, and then I took out the old steps. It was somewhere in the range of 85 degrees. Blech! I was sweating a lot, and I was tired because Willow kept us up Monday night. Needless to say, I didn’t finish the steps.

I don’t know why I didn’t think of it, but I should have taken some Tylenol before starting. I usually remember when I mow the lawn or do anything that will make me achy. I hurt all over. It took a while before I could move once I sat down. I was in no shape to do anything sexual. Poor Lion would have to wait another night. I took the day off today, so I can finish before it gets too hot. Even if I need a break, I should be able to get it done. And I’ve taken Tylenol so that I won’t be hurting as much.

I still plan on teasing Lion tonight. Since he thinks I give him orgasms to avoid playing with him for a certain number of days, I don’t think he should get one anytime soon. I’d say he should have to earn it, but I have no idea what he’d do to earn it anyway. I guess I could give him a honey-do list, and once he completes it, he gets an orgasm. I think I like it better when he has no idea when he’ll get one. Once I give him a list, he can run through it in a few hours so he’ll have an orgasm. Nope. He doesn’t get to decide. That’s not to say I can’t have a list in my head, and he’ll have an orgasm once he completes it. What would be on the list? I have no idea. I’ll probably continue to do it randomly.

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

[Lion — FYI. In case you want to know, it’s been 13 days since my last orgasm.]

I am working from home today and tomorrow as backup for Lion so he can get used to taking care of the puppy. I’ll take her out first thing in the morning and feed her and then take her back out post-breakfast. Lion will take over from there. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to be.

I got up at 5:30 when the little bundle of joy started whining. I can’t fault her too much. She’s had very few accidents in the house. I just wanted to sleep a little longer. What mom hasn’t said that? I fed her and took her back outside. She was a bundle of energy from sleeping all night so I played with her. Lion wandered out about 6 to see where we were and then went bad to bed. Soon after, the puppy snoozed so I went back to bed.

When I started working, it should have been the handoff to Lion. He was asleep again. He’d had a rough night so it wasn’t unexpected, but what about the puppy? That’s okay. Mom will do it. We’ve been out half a dozen times since I started working. She’s afraid of the robot vacuum. That’s understandable. It’s the first time she’s seen anything like that. She needed reassurance. And then I announced, for the third time, that I wasn’t getting anything done because I was taking the dog in and out and keeping track of her. I out her in her playpen area in Lion’s office with a few toys to keep her occupied. She did not like that at all. So I took her out and left her in the office with Lion with the door closed as much as it will close and she still whined. I guess she must have tired herself out because it’s been quiet for a while. I do worry about how he’ll keep track of her when I go back to the office if she won’t stay in her playpen.

We answered one of our questions last night. Willow doesn’t care if we do anything sexual. She was snoozing anyway. You kids have fun. I’m sleeping. The big test will come tonight when I give Lion his “just because” spanking. My guess is that she’ll hide under the bed or just go to sleep. I don’t think she has a strong bond with either of us yet. She does follow me around more but I move around more and I’ve been doing most things for her. She knows I represent food and out and play.

I tried to get Lion to the edge last night. I didn’t actually make it. He said he was very close but not quite there. My goal was to give him an orgasm but since he wrote that I’d give him an orgasm just to be able to have a week or so off, I’m making him wait. I assume he’ll get to the edge at some point and then I can torture him even more. He’ll be the one who needs a week or so off by the time I’m done with him. (I know I’m playing right into his trap, but it’s fun to frustrate him.) Game on!

Apparently, I need to build up my stamina. Either that or I have to figure out a way (bondage, clothespins, etc.) to get Lion’s motor running before I start sucking him. It was warm in the house. I opened the window, but I should have turned the fan on. I overheated before I could get him to the edge. The good news is that he’s still frustrated. The bad news is that I wanted to get him to the edge.

I could have sworn I tasted precum. That usually signals he’s close. Not so. I guess he hadn’t even gotten in the same neighborhood as close. He was across town but on his way. I wish I could have kept going. Tonight, I’ll make sure the fan is on.

I don’t remember telling him he was a good boy for having an erection. I just came up with that idea on Monday. By Tuesday, I forgot. How pathetic is that? I have a mind like a sieve. I’m constantly surprised when I actually remember something. I’ve even forgotten to buy things that are on the shopping list. I’ll have to make more of an effort to praise him. If only it didn’t make me feel like I’m talking to a little kid.

Every time it takes a while to get Lion to the edge, I wonder if I should give him an orgasm once he makes it that far. You could look at it as a reward for both of us. He gets an orgasm, and I get the cream filling. However, if he hasn’t been tortured along the way, how will he ever be frustrated? I assume part of the fun for him is being made to wait, which includes being edged to make the misery worse. I don’t want to cheat him out of his horniness. On the other hand, if it’s been a while with or without teasing, shouldn’t I clean out the pipes, so to speak? Hit the reset button.

I struggle with this whenever his wait drags on, and one of us is the cause of the delay. Maybe his tummy hurts a few days. Maybe mine does. Maybe I’m too achy. Maybe he’s not interested. Then we wind up with a ten-day wait, and he hasn’t really built up a head of steam. I know, many guys wait far longer than Lion does. A ten-day wait is nothing for them. They’d probably roll their eyes at Lion, saying how frustrated he is after his now-14-day wait. We’ve never had long waits. Not intentional, at least. Lion had a few surgeries that have pushed the actual wait time out a lot. But I don’t really count those times. There was no way Lion was able to get to the edge. He was concentrating on not being in pain.

We’ve had discussions about when his wait actually begins. He says it starts the day after his orgasm. I think it’s the day he starts to feel horny. When we refer to his wait, it’s the number of days since his orgasm. But there are some times he “complains” that he’s been waiting so long, and it’s been ten days, four of which he wasn’t even horny. We haven’t come up with a more reliable system, so we stick with the counter.

Maybe it’s good that I can’t get him to the edge. Every day I leave him frustrated is a win. Maybe it will encourage him to get to the edge faster.