We have been streaming the “West Wing.” This series, which ran from 1999 to 2006, is truly timeless. The writing is incredible, and the acting is excellent. The storyline is as relevant now as it was over two decades ago. I’m loving every episode. We watched three last night. We didn’t have any sexual activity. An errand took up the time after Mrs. Lion finished work until a late dinner. After that, we ran out of steam.

Mrs. Lion has been under a lot of stress. We are getting closer to our move date and there is a lot to do before the movers come. She’s also been getting additional training at work. That always causes her stress and worry until she masters the new skills. No wonder sex is being put off. I’m feeling the stress too. I’ve been dealing with our landlord, who I think believes he can use our security deposits to restore the house to move-in condition. In our state, the law is clear that isn’t the case. He isn’t allowed to charge us for carpet cleaning, painting, or any other work that can be considered normal wear and tear. He sent us a “move out checklist” that demands we do the work that is his responsibility.

Meanwhile, we are moving some stuff ourselves. We took possession of the new house on February 1. Our actual move in isn’t until the 20th. That’s less than two weeks away and the house is still pretty much the same as it has always been. No wonder my lioness is so stressed.

It’s going to be a while before things get anywhere near normal in our lives. We are both pretty grumpy about the situation since we didn’t expect to have to leave for another four years. Another big stresser for me is that we have a lot of stuff we can get rid of that just keeps riding along with us wherever we go. One project for me this weekend is  to go down to our basement and suggest items to go. It makes  no sense to keep paying to move things we never even bother to unpack.

Mrs. Lion gave me an oral orgasm on Friday night. It was unusual from the start. First, the Edex didn’t get me as hard as usual and it took longer for me to get aroused. Then, the orgasm itself was a bit of a downer. There was no fluid, and I didn’t feel the usual intensity. Instead, I found myself getting more and more aroused, then when I should have hit the peak, sensations leveled off and then faded. It definitely felt like a small orgasm. Mrs. Lion said I just got very aroused and then lost it. We agreed to try again soon.

I’m losing my desire to relentlessly pursue orgasms. I like them, but sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth the effort to have them. A good part of this may be because Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in sex for herself. I miss her participation. Another part is that I just may be entering a phase of low libido. I’m not going to worry about it.

We are both stressed by the upcoming move. We’ve scheduled the movers for the last week in February. Mrs. Lion ordered moving boxes that we’ll get today or tomorrow. It’s all getting very real. To make matters worse, I read reviews of the property management company that handles our new house. They get one star on Yelp and the Better Business Bureau has four complaints against them. That’s not too bad, considering that they’ve been in business for twenty years. Still, it’s something else to worry about.

The most serious consequence of this unexpected move is the dent on our savings. Moving fifty miles away is expensive. There is some good news on the economic front. Gasoline, electricity, and water are all considerably cheaper than they are here. Gas prices here are in the $5.50 a gallon range. They are only $3.50 in the new location. Electricity goes from 11 cents a gallon to just eight. The rent is about $100/month higher, but the savings on other stuff offset it.

Maybe all of these new issues affect my ability to orgasm. It makes perfect sense that they would. Life isn’t always easy. Regardless of the move and other stuff, I love every minute I spend with my lioness. I’m incredibly lucky to have found her and bamboozled her into loving me.

We found a new home. It’s a nice, modern house in an older housing development. The house was built about 25 years ago on a quiet, residential street. This is new for us. Until now, we’ve lived in older homes far from developments. We aren’t used to houses being close together. The house itself is a nice, three-bedroom rambler; that’s what they call one-level ranch houses in these parts. I won’t have any interior stairs to manage.

The last few days have been filled with the typical transitional details that one has to handle when moving. I had to transfer utilities and locate a mover. The move will take place at the end of next month. It’s going to be a stressful time as we prepare and then move. We’re both excited about our new house. It’s a lot nicer than the one we have now.

As a result of all this turmoil, Mrs. Lion hasn’t gotten around to either spanking or sex. I’m pretty sure that she will correct this omission very soon. I’m also sure that I will not be happy when she sets up the spanking bench. Speaking of that, I’m not sure where that piece of furniture will be located in the new house. There is a kitchen counter with a breakfast bar. The spanking bench is probably the right height for that. Maybe we can hide it in plain sight. We plan to visit the house this weekend to measure and plan our move.

Mrs. Lion made it clear that spanking comes before sex, so I suppose it makes sense to remind her. I know that the upcoming spanking is going to go at least ten minutes. I’m still owed punishment for interrupting Mrs. Lion. On the BDSM/sex side, I replaced Mrs. Lion’s IcyHot maximum strength spray. She enjoys spraying that on my perineum and balls. It burns like hell. Being aroused reduces the pain, so when she masturbates me after spraying, the burn isn’t too bad. When she stops, oh boy! Please don’t stop! Please!

It is New Year’s Eve. I hope you have safe and fun plans. We will be home and will watch the ball drop in New York. That happens at 9 PM our time. Seattle offers an anemic fireworks display at the Space Needle. It’s accompanied by a horrid medley of pop tunes picked out by a local DJ. Seattle is a premier example of a small city with absolutely no taste. It isn’t as bad as L.A., but still pretty bad. It amazes me that the home city of Amazon, Microsoft, and T-Mobile can’t muster more than a pathetic display on New Year’s Eve and the Fourth of July. The city does sport a first-rate symphony orchestra and a third-rate opera company. There is also a very active theater community. Unlike New York, Seattle’s is all non-profit. Don’t get me started on the TV stations. We did better stuff in high school.

Anyway, Mrs. Lion did spank me on Thursday (punishment day). She had me yelping and trying to escape. Those wooden paddles really sting. I’m writing this post on Saturday. She informed me that I would be spanked again. Sex was also possible if she spanked me early enough for me to recover in time for oral. Since it’s 1 PM now, I’m not sure if she will be early enough for me to get attention on both sides. One of us will keep you posted.

The othe day we tried an Edex injection with rather limp results. It may have been that we missed the right spot or I didn’t get the right amount of the drug set up. It’s a little tricky, and I have missed before. I’m hoping we will try again tonight or New Year’s Eve. Before our last try, Mrs. Lion applied some IcyHot to my perineum. That’s the most sensitive area for me. It’s also out of the way so she won’t bump into it when she sucks me. When she gives me a racing stripe (follows from perineum all the way up the seam in my balls), it gets in her way if she decides to suck me.

We both hope you have a happy New Year and celebrate safely.