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Yesterday we went to get bagels at the only place that makes decent bagels in the Northwest. Of course, that’s our opinion. And we picked up Lion’s birthday cake at an Italian bakery with a “small” sub that would feed a neighborhood. We shared said sub for lunch and, through the miracle of the internet and Alexa app, Lion turned on the wax warmers as I drove home.

We still had to wait a little while for the wax to be at the correct temperature, but they had a head start. It turns out that Lion didn’t have much hair on his flip side. I took care of some patches on his legs. His crack had very little fur. Maybe there’s something to this waxing thing. I think we may have figured out that the trick to getting any remaining wax off of him when I’m done is to douse him in mineral oil, rub it in, wait a minute or two and then towel off the oil. He was less sticky when he went to take a shower. Now we have to figure out how to get the wax off the waxing table sheets and we’ll be good to go.

After dinner Lion was looking for a snack. He’d forgotten about his cake but once he saw it he needed it. Happy birthday to him. He loves this cake. It may not be as good as the cake he could get back home, but it’s wonderful when he can find anything that comes close. When I put the plates in the dishwasher I teased him that we could have birthday cake when the dog had her ice cream. He would have if I didn’t decide I was going to have the rest of my piece of chocolate cake I’d brought home Friday night.

I did get around to giving Lion his punishment for spilling on his shirt Friday night. I thought I gave him a good spanking. He managed to hold still until I told him how good he was being at holding still and then he rolled away. Isn’t that just like a toddler? I made him stand in the corner for five minutes – no punishment stool, no mouth soaping. A little while later I asked how his buns were and he said they were fine. So much for an effective spanking.

Lion was surprised that he got an orgasm last night. I wasn’t sure if I’d just edge him until he broke or what I’d do, but I decided to let him go all the way. Why? I like to keep him guessing. Afterwards, he said he didn’t think he’d get an orgasm. Good. That’s the plan. He shouldn’t ever think he’s going to get an orgasm. He shouldn’t ever think he’s not going to get an orgasm. He should have no idea one way or the other.

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Lion snoozed a bit while we watched TV. After he was done snoozing, we started watching a show I like that he doesn’t. He asked if we could snuggle. Of course. When I moved over he asked if there was something wrong. Was I tired? I was but not too bad. He wondered because I wasn’t touching my weenie. I was watching my show, but OK.

Once I touched my weenie, of course, he sprang to life. Lion asked if I wanted him to pause the show. Nope. I was watching it. Then I wondered out loud how frustrating it would be if I didn’t actually get him to the edge but just kept playing with him for a long time. He didn’t know. Oh well. I decided we didn’t need to find out.

Instead, I edged him mercilessly. Every time he got near and seemed positive he was getting an orgasm, I stopped. Again and again. And then I finally went far enough for him. He said it was a week between orgasms. I told him that wasn’t a very long wait. He disagrees.

Later on he said I really didn’t have to play with him. He was fine snuggling. Then why did he ask? Sometimes (ok, it’s frequently) I don’t understand Lion. If snuggling was fine then not playing with my weenie wasn’t an issue. I know we can pause a TV show. I figured we’d wait another day for festivities. I know I could have put my foot down. Maybe it was a test and I failed miserably. Maybe Lion was looking for me to say I was watching my damn show and he’ll just have to chill out for another night.

It really didn’t bother me on the scale of recent annoyances. It’s more of a head-scratcher than anything. Things that make you go, “huh?”

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Lion was tired when he got home last night. He was snoozing while we watched TV. We both got up early so he could get to work at the crack of dawn. I’m not sure what shape we’ll be in later but we can always snuggle.

I assume I’ll need to jump start Mr. Weenie next time we play. If he goes a few days without attention he tends to be difficult to rouse. I could be wrong. But I might start off with the butt plug just to get the ball rolling again. Any form of play (except the maximum strength Icy Hot) will get Lion in the mood if he isn’t already.

I was all ready to give him an orgasm the other night. I don’t know if tonight will be his night or not. If we’re too tired maybe tomorrow will be his night. I don’t usually have a particular night in mind anymore. It’s just whenever the mood strikes. If Lion had one when the mood struck, he’d have more orgasms. I think he’s a very lucky boy with all the orgasms he gets even when I make him wait.

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Lion has been very horny the past few days. His wait was only five days. That means nothing to him. Horny is horny.

I’ve had a stiff neck for a few days. Yesterday it became painful. It hurts to turn my head. Lucky for Lion it doesn’t hurt to move up and down. Perfect for some oral action.

I had him nice and hard before I moved into position to suck him. In the past, if I used my mouth, it meant he was getting an orgasm. It was difficult for me to gauge when to stop since I can’t see his face very well. Some time ago I figured out how to edge him. Poor Lion.

At some point, I set a goal of doing more oral orgasms than hand jobs. Well, I wanted to equal the number of hand jobs. It hasn’t worked out that way so far, but I’m still game. Lion is too.

Actually, I’m glad Lion has no idea if he’ll get an orgasm just because I’m using my mouth. I mean, if I’m still going for my goal, his chances are still good. But I like keeping him on his toes. I think it’s better when he doesn’t know. Of course, even if he did know, it doesn’t mean he’ll know exactly when. I don’t always edge him the same amount each time. Sometimes he gets edged over and over. Sometimes he gets edged only a few times. And it doesn’t matter if he’s getting an orgasm or not. On your toes, Lion.

Fortunately for Lion, last night’s oral ministrations had a happy ending.