My waxed nipple

My home office looks like a war zone. Sections of wire fencing are guarding the cables connecting my computer and monitors. Puppy proofing is much more difficult than dealing with an infant. For some reason, Willow, like her predecessor, Daisy, finds chewing wires irresistible. She severed the power cord to our Sleep Number bed. It’s a miracle she didn’t electrocute herself. Our latest strategy is to put portable GFCI units on every exposed cord. They aren’t cheap, but worth it. The alternative is to spend every minute watching her.

Even though she is only nine weeks old, the house is covered with dog toy land mines. Mrs. Lion loves finding new toys for the puppy. If you add these purchases to the mountain of toys that Daisy left, I’m surprised there is an inch of clear floor left. Given my limited vision, things have become much more interesting for me.

True to her word, Mrs. Lion waxed me on Sunday afternoon. We were both surprised by how quickly she finished. I was on the table for less than an hour. Between Mrs. Lion’s improved skill and my body hair getting lighter and thinner, the effort needed to defur me is dramatically reduced. Perhaps this improvement will encourage more frequent waxing sessions. Each time I’m waxed, less hair grows back.

My last orgasm was unusual. Mrs. Lion reported that I wasn’t fully hard when I came. From my perspective, the feeling was less dramatic. It felt good, but usually, I can feel muscles in my legs and stomach tighten. It almost hurts when I finally climax. This time, when I approached the edge, it was less urgent. Had Mrs. Lion stopped, I wouldn’t have felt the normal letdown.

When I went over the top, I could tell that I was ejaculating, and it felt good. It wasn’t the orchestral crescendo I typically feel. Perhaps that’s why my penis wasn’t fully engorged. I don’t know. The timing was right. It was something under ten minutes from start to finish. I’m grateful that Mrs. Lion gave me release.

I’m tempted to be too analytical about all this. Orgasms aren’t all the same. Some can hurt. Others, like this one, can just feel good. The important fact is that it felt good, and I delivered the payload. That’s what nature intended. I can’t ask for more than that.

Even kinky people can get into a rut. Mrs. Lion and I seem to have found ourselves in one. I’ve been unable to get very aroused when Mrs. Lion tries to turn me on and edge me. I’m sure it’s that I’m in a slump. It’s also because we have fallen into a routine. Sure, it’s a fun routine that includes oral sex. I always like that; what male doesn’t? Right now, it isn’t enough.

In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote that she planned to shove the Njoy butt plug up my ass as a way to spice things up. That might work, but it is her standard second-stage technique when sexual stimulation alone doesn’t work. I understand that Mrs. Lion has to depend on her imagination to develop activities I might like. Over the years, I’ve made lots of suggestions. Most require considerable effort to implement. That is certainly a big part of the problem.

We get back to the elephant in the room. Mrs. Lion has no interest in sex. Doing things to or for me isn’t exciting. She does them as a service to me. I’m very grateful that she does. It’s natural to look for ways to dispense the service as efficiently as possible. If pegging me turned her on, then she would want to spend time with plugs and dildos. Similarly, if bondage were exciting, she would want to take the time to restrain me. They aren’t. The bottom line is that they take time and energy away from things she would much rather do.

To make matters worse, this is obvious to me. I’m lucky that she loves me enough to do all she does to give me a sex life. As I get older, it becomes more difficult to get me off. I understand that. She hasn’t found any way to enjoy topping me. She says that she enjoys getting me off. I don’t doubt it. If I can’t get to the edge, then that fun has been removed.

In the past, I asked her to check out other sites written by women tops. She looked at some but said she didn’t like reading the posts. She sometimes shops BDSM supply websites. She only does that when she has an idea she wants to implement. Maybe it’s time for me to give up on sex too. Or, maybe I should take sex into my own hands again. I won’t like that. I’ve never favored masturbation, but at least it will take the pressure off my lioness. It’s unfair to expect her to keep providing me with a one-way sex life.

[Mrs. Lion — Poor Lion. (Did I roll my eyes out loud?) I think he needs to get over the idea that I need to be turned on to “service” him correctly. I’ll drag out dildos and handcuffs if it will get his motor running. And keep your hands off yourself, my pet.]

I hate writing about not wanting sex. It’s not what a sex blogger should be discussing. The simple fact is that my sex drive seems broken. On Wednesday night Mrs. Lion gave me oral attention. It felt very good. After all, it’s my favorite sexual activity. It took a long time for me to get hard in her mouth. Once I did, my arousal got stalled. Sure, I liked it. At times, I was sure I would get to the edge. I didn’t.

It’s ironic that Mrs. Lion can easily reach orgasm but doesn’t want to. I absolutely want to ejaculate but can’t. It reminds me of the Pinter play, “No Exit.” A straight man, a gay man, and a gay woman are trapped in a room with no door. It’s an odd drama that gives a vision of hell. All are clearly interested in sex but can’t find a partner. The tensions mount with no possible resolution. That’s how I feel. My lioness is orgasmic but uninterested. I’m interested but not orgasmic. Unfair!

Mrs. Lion is sure that my ability to ejaculate will turn on as suddenly as it turned off. I hope so. If history is any indication, she’s right. It doesn’t feel that way to me. I know, I know, I’ve sung this song before. There’s a good chance that Mrs. Lion is right. Tell that to my penis. I can’t claim that my interest in being spanked is unsatisfied. It’s way more than satisfied. I don’t have any idea what might trigger my libido. Mrs. Lion has a large repertoire of things she can do to me. Maybe running through some of them will refresh my libido.

Unspanked and marked. Click image to view larger.

Speaking of spanking, I appear to have permanent marks on my bottom due to being paddled so often. It’s probably a natural darkening of the skin caused by the repeated swats. It may be similar to the darkening most people get around the anus. I’m sure it’s harmless, but it tells a tale of spankings to a knowledgeable viewer. I wonder how many other guys experience this.

That’s me over 10 years ago. I haven’t jerked off since Jan. 2014.

I put a small survey on Twitter. I asked women readers to answer this question: Do you like to watch a man you know intimately masturbate? 70% said that they do. 30% said that they do only if they are sexually aroused. None said that they didn’t like to watch. This surprised me. I’ve read some female sex bloggers write disparagingly about males jerking off while they watched. Apparently, watching a sexual partner play with his penis is fun for all of the women. Nice, I suppose. It’s not a topic likely to come up here.

I am going through one of those difficult times when I can’t seem to get very close to ejaculating. Mrs. Lion has been diligently working on getting me to the edge, but I’m not cooperating. It’s probably one of my periodic slumps. Eventually, my body will decide to cooperate, and I will get to the top of the mountain. Whether I get to see the other side is up to my lioness. She’s pretty frustrated too. I suspect she will let me get to the other side the first time I can get to the top.

Do you care about whether or not I come? It’s been a big topic here for years and years. It easily qualifies as my most intimate information. Even though you can learn every single detail of my sex life, reporting it isn’t exactly routine for me. Mrs. Lion is a more objective reporter and is comfortable letting you know every intimate detail. My views are much more subjective since the topic is my sex life.

I think it is good that we can share this here, and you like reading about us. Recently, a small side conversation with Julie of strictjuliespanks about “forced” bi activities came up. The story she wrote for me (“Visiting Julie at her Cottage”) contained sexual activities between her husband and me. She finds the idea very hot. Reading her account was a turn-on for me too. But I could never really do it.

It feels a little hypocritical that I could like reading about being forced to do sexual things with David but have absolutely no interest in making it real. I guess the same is true of porn. I sometimes get turned on by a handjob or spanking video. The penis in the action isn’t repellent to me. I guess I imagine it’s mine. This happens very rarely. Usually, I get bored by the mechanical process being shown.

You could argue that because I like Mrs. Lion pegging me, I must want a real penis up my ass. It’s true that there is little physical difference between a silicone cock and a real one. If I were blindfolded, I don’t think I could easily tell the difference between a strap-on worn by a woman or a male fucking me. It isn’t about the physical reality. It’s about something deeper.

Sexual attraction is a mental process. Naked men do not turn me on. That doesn’t mean a man couldn’t physically arouse me. I wouldn’t like it despite the erection. I’m also not turned on by all naked women. Chances are, I would feel ok about one of those women sexually stimulating me.

I don’t have strong feelings about gay sex. I don’t have any moral or other objections to it. I’m not sure I would say that I would never do a forced bi scene. Never say never. I will say that I don’t think I will ever request one. I try to be open-minded.