lion sleeping on his back

Lion wasn’t interested in sex last night. We didn’t do Spankardy because I didn’t have the new rules committed to memory yet. Earlier in the evening he said he was tired. I assumed he was too tired for sex. Too tired for oral sex? I guess so, although later on he said he wasn’t tired anymore. Oh well. There’s always tonight.

The thought occurred to me as I was about to type “Spankardy” that we used to play Zapardy as well. It’s a similar game except it uses the shock collar rather the spanking. We haven’t done that in a while. We haven’t used the shock collar much at all. Maybe we’ll have to fix that. I’m sure he could use a nice zap once in a while.

Our diets are going well. I’ve eaten more fruit in the past few weeks than I have in the past few years. I went to the store yesterday and walked past all my favorite aisles to get to produce. I walked past candy. I walked past the Valentine’s section with candy. Did we pick a stupid time to start a diet? Valentine’s Day, the Super Bowl. What were we thinking? We even got a visit from a cute little Girl Scout selling cookies. Yes, I checked the calorie count. It’s actually not too bad. A serving size is about 150 calories which is what most of our snacks are. The only problem is that a serving size is two or three cookies. Yeah, right! If I could stop at two or three cookies I wouldn’t look like this.

Lion misses going out to eat. We talked about having a cheat day. The problem I had with it is that we don’t want the same thing. I’ve been thinking about a big breakfast with an omelet and bacon. Lion was thinking of dinner. Then we talked about having pork chops or steak on Saturday. We’ve been splitting one regular size pork chop or steak for a while. Our downfall will be the baked potato slathered in butter. Plus, we already built in a cheat day for Super Bowl Sunday. Maybe we should just hold out till then.

laughing woman

When I was in school and had to write an essay, the rewrite was always more difficult for me. I’m having the same problem at work. I do a task, pend it, then a trainer goes through and grades it. I get a list of what I did right and what I did wrong. It was hard enough to figure out the first time through. Now I have to go undo what I did and fix it. My head is spinning. I forgot all about writing a post until Lion mentioned it.

Yesterday’s football games didn’t go very well. I don’t know how many swats Lion wound up with [Lion — 418], but they were mostly for Eagles points. Yuck! Spanking him added insult to injury. We have two weeks for his buns to prepare for the Super Bowl. Needless to say, we’ll be rooting against the Eagles.

I said in yesterday’s post that I’d either tie Lion’s balls up or use clothespins. I also wanted to suck him. He insists I can suck him on the massage table. I don’t see how that will be comfortable for either of us. I prefer being on the bed. Since I was sucking him, I tied his balls. It’s easier to avoid hitting clothespins with a hand job.

It’s so difficult to tell what’s going on with him when I’m sucking him. He rarely makes a sound. Sometimes I can tell by his movements. I thought he was getting near the edge early on based on how he was moving his hips. Nope. Then he seemed to get softer. I stopped and asked if he was losing it. Nope. A while later, my arm was going numb from being in one position for too long. I had to stop.

I didn’t think he was near the edge. He said he was pretty close. He was bummed that he didn’t get an orgasm. I let him in on a little secret: he wasn’t going to have an orgasm. If I’d gotten him to the edge, I would have done it again and left him hanging anyway.

What a bitch!

Unbelievably, our team won the playoff game. Lion’s buns got 570 swats between points and two sacks on our quarterback. Now it’s on to the next playoff game against a division rival. Lion hates this rival. It’s going to be a tough game and his butt will pay the price for it. At least he still only gets ten swats per point.

After a shower and dinner, I brought in some ginger. He was cold and wanted to snuggle a bit. I played with my weenie, and he said he was horny. Once he decided he was warm, I warmed his ass with the ginger. I have no idea how it feels because no one has ever shoved ginger in my ass, and I don’t want anyone to, but he says it burns. I’m assuming it’s a different burn from IcyHot. Given my experience with eating ginger and hot peppers, I’d think ginger is a nice, slow warming feeling that gradually gets more intense. Hot peppers are all at once hot and uncomfortable. Of course, this is my guess. He could explain it better.

Once I had warmed both his buns and his ass, I set to work on my weenie. I knew he was horny. I knew he’d need a lot of warmup even after the ginger. I started out teasing him to get him harder. He never really got super hard. I was tugging on his balls, running my finger along his crack, and tickling his balls. He was getting there and then it seemed to slow down again. Eventually, I decided I wanted an orgasm, dammit! I was more insistent. I started grabbing his balls. I was going to get that orgasm.

For whatever reason, my neck didn’t hurt, and my arms were fine. We were go for orgasm. The only thing stopping us was Lion. I was worried he was going to tell me he couldn’t get there. Then, I tasted precum. Mmmm mmmm mmmm. We were almost there. Or so I thought. It was another little while and a little more precum. Then a little more precum. And finally, he got there. I had some yummy cream as a reward.

I’m very glad he felt horny again. I knew he wasn’t broken. I’m also glad he gave me cream filling.

oral sex

Mrs. Lion has a long weekend. Maybe that will give us more time to have some fun. I’m mostly to blame for the lack of activity. I think I am in one of my lulls. Sex isn’t on my mind. That’s not exactly accurate. I have been thinking about blow jobs. It’s on the top of my sex list. When all else fails, oral sex succeeds. That’s always been true for me.

I know that most guys love it too. In the last two years nearly all of my orgasms were delivered that way. A big reason for this is that I’ve burnt out on handjobs. For the seven years before, almost all of my sexual activity was produced by Mrs. Lion’s hand. She’s very good at jerking me off. I got less and less sensitive. Maybe it’s like getting too much ice cream. Eventually, you get tired of it. Ask someone who works in an ice cream factory.

Does that mean I will get bored with oral sex? I hope not! If I do, will handjobs suddenly feel exotic and arousing? I don’t know. What I do know is that writing about getting off is turning me on. A nasty side effect of blogging. It is for me. I know that it doesn’t have the same effect on Mrs. Lion.

For the record, it’s been eight days since my last spanking and my last orgasm. It’s unusual that I’ve had them on the same day. That’s not a coincidence. I think that if we both are in motion for a spanking, we tend to keep moving to sex. It’s good evidence we are getting lazy. Maybe our weight loss program will get us moving again.s