Mrs Lion Comments (Page 2)

The wax is melting. I excavated the wax cart from the pantry yesterday. I’ll set up the play massage table and wax Lion in the bedroom. The pantry is still a mess. I may do a good job with waxing, and it may not take long, but it is one of my least favorite things to do. I’m sure I’d feel differently if I cared whether he was furry or not. He likes to be hairless. I don’t like the way his lower legs look with no hair, so I’ve stopped waxing them. I guess I could advocate for going back to the belly button to mid-thigh waxing he had before. The truth is, he really doesn’t have much fur than that anyway. It wouldn’t save me any time.

We have a new sound bar to set up in the living room. I doubt we’ll spend any more time in there, but I’ll put it together. Maybe Lion will get some use out of it if he ever uses the treadmill. Maybe I’ll use the living room and he’ll have to follow me if he wants us to be together. I don’t care so much about watching TV, but I don’t like only being in the bedroom all the time.

I’ve been trying to keep the house clean. Aside from a few empty cardboard boxes and baskets of clean laundry, the only thing that doesn’t belong is the sound bar and some hardware stuff Lion got. The dog has been doing her best to scatter more toys around the house since she rediscovered her living room toy box. I suppose I could have kept things cleaner, but I was doing my best to enjoy my three-day weekend.

Lion wanted to do another boner shot last night. I guess I didn’t take the hint when he went into the bedroom for a while before his shower. We decided what we wanted for dinner, and I thought about the boner shot while he was taking a shower. He said he was hungry and would rather eat and then do the shot. Of course, by that time, he’d decided against it. We’ll do it today after he’s waxed and showered. I know he’s worried about this boner shot not working and/or not being able to have another orgasm. I’ll do everything I can to squeeze more cream filling out of him.

The lion wasn’t feeling well yesterday. He spent the day in bed, watching movies and reruns. He kept apologizing about being a lump. It doesn’t bother me if he lounges around all day. I care if he’s sick. I want to make him better. I did, however, make a misstep on Sunday. I got an ad on Facebook for a cremation service. We see these commercials on TV for life insurance, talking about how expensive funerals are. I’ve always wondered how much it costs for cremation. It turns out to be very reasonable. Thinking Lion might like to know, I mentioned it. Now, since he wasn’t feeling well, he thinks I’m planning for his demise.

Well, I was, sort of. I mean, eventually, one of us is going to kick the bucket. He often thinks he has one foot in the grave anyway. Couple that with being sick, and he was sure I was going to dump him in a garbage bag and put him out with the trash last night. Anyway, I thought it was good information for both of us to have. I wasn’t plotting. I want him around for a long time.

There hasn’t been much going on around here. I was “cleaning” the room we use as a pantry so I could move the gardens in there. It frees up space in our living room, even though we’ll probably never use it. I got the gardens moved, but now the pantry is a disaster area. We gained a living room and lost access to most things in the pantry. Lion keeps reminding me he’s getting furry. Good luck even finding the massage table. My sister is visiting this coming weekend. After that, I can excavate the pantry.

We’ve been eating diet meals from Lean Cuisine and Healthy Choice since we canceled Nutrisystem. There seems to be more variety, but I’m sure they’ll get boring pretty soon too. What we need to do is concentrate on portion control. I’ve already been doing that with breakfast. Two Eggo waffles are about the same as Nutrisystem waffles, and they taste better. Of course, it’s easy to read a box and figure out serving size and calories. How many calories are in one hamburger? What’s the serving size? What about homemade chili or stew? We can’t eat diet stuff forever. I guess we could, but I don’t want to.

Lion was very tired yesterday. He never made it into his office. He snoozed on and off while watching TV. We’ve both been tired for a few days. I was falling asleep at my desk on Thursday. I don’t know if the heat finally got to us or what happened. He was apologetic for being a lump, but why would I be mad at him for being tired? Around 3 pm he said he hadn’t set up the coffee pot. I knew. I didn’t expect him to. If he can’t make it out of bed, he can’t very well make it to the kitchen.

We snuggled while we watched TV. I didn’t try to revive Mr. Weenie. I was trying to figure out if the horny pills were making him tired. He hasn’t taken any for a while. He doesn’t think they work. The other night, he tried the “travel” version of the boner shot. It’s only one of the drugs in Trimix. It seemed to work just fine all by itself. Again, I thought he was heading straight for an orgasm, but no dice. He was even bucking his hips. That’s usually a sure sign he’s on his way.

I don’t know what he thinks about when I’m sucking him. Toward the end of my sex-wanting days, when Lion had been trying so hard to lick me to orgasm, I thought about how lucky I was to have him and that he’d do anything for me. I think if I’d been concentrating too hard on having an orgasm, I don’t think I would have. Is that his problem? Is he thinking, “This is it. I might actually get there.” I’ve heard when guys are at the edge and they’re trying not to orgasm before their wives/girlfriends, they think about work or mowing the lawn. Some mundane thing to keep their mind off of coming. Maybe Lion should be thinking about whether he set up the coffee pot or about making a batch of stew for the winter.

Now that he feels better, we’ll have to try for that elusive orgasm again. Maybe he needs another spanking to get him going.

We are in the middle of a heat advisory. We’re cooler than some of the areas around us. Much of Oregon, eastern Washington and Idaho are in triple digits. It’s so hot that the servers at work shut down. We’re on a paid break for a few hours until they decide what to do. I think chances are good they’ll scrap the whole day and try again tomorrow. The heat wave here is expected to break tonight. Of course, that’s our heat wave, not the rest of the area.

Lion came to his amazing conclusion that he needs me to take charge of him. Duh. I told him I knew that. He said I haven’t been doing it. Duh. I keep trying to tell him I’m feeling overwhelmed. That’s not something that goes away quickly. I might be laughing at the TV one minute, but when he mentions the bed needs changing, it all comes rushing back.

I listened to a relaxation podcast the other day. The speaker gave an example of stress enacting the fight or flight response. You tense up, adrenaline kicks in and you’re either going to beat the snot out of something or you’re going to run away. Imagine you beat the snot out of something. Before you have a chance to calm down, another stressor comes along. This time you run. Before you have a chance to calm down again, another stressor comes along. Rinse and repeat. When he said this, it all made perfect sense to me. That’s what I’ve been feeling. Since I don’t deal with the stress, it builds up. I have to find a way to calm down so when the next stressor comes along, I don’t immediately want to beat the snot out of something. How do I do that? I don’t know yet.

I do know that the answer isn’t to whomp Lion. He thinks it would help, but so far it hasn’t. I need to find a batting cage. The last time I went to one was with my ex. He asked why I was hitting the ball so hard. I told them every one of them had his face on it. He thought I was joking. I was not.

Speaking of whomping Lion, I’ve been lax myself, but I realized this morning that he hasn’t been emailing me like I asked him to. He set up a new mailbox for me, and then both of us promptly forgot about it. If I don’t see an email before noon tomorrow, I will have to take matters (and paddles) into my own hands. No, he can’t cheat and send me one today for tomorrow. It has to be between 8 am and noon. Our time. Not Greenwich mean time. Not Outer Mongolia time. (Just trying to close as many loopholes as possible.)