This Time I Mean It
So many of my posts seem to be about getting back on track. I’m horrible with consistency. In this case, we’re both at fault. We were doing well with eating better and now we’ve just reverted to old habits. Carbs are our downfall. It seems everything good is loaded with carbs. And carbs are what we need to cut way back on right now.
We were largely successful when we went on our low carb diet the first time. What we noticed right off the bat was that Lion stopped nodding off so much. He’d had a habit of falling asleep after dinner. We think our high carb diet had a lot to do with that. I’ve noticed if I eat a lot of carbs at work, I’ll be face down on my desk after lunch. Obviously all this napping and tiredness have an effect on sex.
This time around, we’re doing it mostly because we’ve seen the scale inch its way back up and our clothes fit a little more snugly. We have been more tired lately but I wouldn’t necessarily attribute that to carbs. And our sex life hasn’t suffered because of either of us needing naps. We just want to be around longer for each other. And it will be much nicer to reach the top of the stairs without being out of breath. And I may not be as achy if my body isn’t trying to lug around excess weight.
I’ve made a big effort to be more consistent with play and punishment for Lion. Now it’s time to make an even bigger effort to lose weight and get back into shape. I’ve warned Lion, though, that if I start lifting weights I may have more stamina in my whomping arm. Harder and longer punishments mean a greater possibility of bruises. At the very least, redder cheeks and a Lion who needs to find a more comfortable position to sit. I think it’s a chance he’s willing to take. [Lion — I can’t wait!]
Little To Say Today
I almost never find myself at a loss for a post topic. But today I am. I started to write about a comment I trashed that completely misses the point of our power exchange. Then I realized that no one really cares about examples of ignorance about what we do. Almost the entire world would misunderstand. Then I considered writing about my current allergies. Again, who cares?
More on topic, for the last couple of days I haven’t been interested in pegging or edging. That’s not too bothersome. Well, it really is. I’ve been looking forward to more pegging and sexual stimulation. Well, it’s my own fault. I don’t know why this is happening, but I want it to stop.
Mrs. Lion has been great about my loss of interest. She could insist on pegging me, but so far she hasn’t. Do I want her to insist. No, I prefer she let me set my own pace. The only time I think it would be good to force me is when I’m feeling horny and it seems like a hot idea.
Come to think of it, that’s the way I think about punishment too. When I am feeling horny, providing ways to punish me seems truly hot. But now, when I’m just suffering from allergies, I don’t want to think about being punished. Unlike pegging, I expect I will be punished whether or not I’m horny. That’s fair. Maybe it is also fair to peg me whether I want it or not. I’m not sure.
Actually, I am sure. Pegging is a sexual activity. I may find it painful at times, but it is something that I find hot to think about. It isn’t something Mrs. Lion finds particularly pleasurable. She does it because she knows I want it. Our power exchange isn’t a bit dependent on my state of sexual interest. It’s something we take seriously.
Sorry this is such a short post. My allergies are very distracting.
Detours
When I came out of the bathroom after my shower with the Boy Butter in my hand, I asked Lion if he needed to be cleaned out before I pegged him. He said no but the look on his face said he’d had a hard day and couldn’t we just forget pegging. It didn’t even seem like he wanted to snuggle. He said he didn’t think he’d get hard but it was nice to snuggle. And then it was time to get the dog her ice cream.
Of the two of us, it’s usually me who’s more inclined to want a day off. As a matter of fact, I’d taken the day off on Wednesday. Unless he’s in one of his slumps, he wants consistency in play. Especially since we just started pegging again. But Lion confided, while we were snuggling, that his presentation at work hadn’t gone as well as he hoped. It’s understandable that he wouldn’t want to play.
I never have any trouble letting Lion “off the hook” when he doesn’t want to play. I’d get a little worried if it lasted more than a day or two. Even when he’s in a slump he wants to snuggle and at least try to get hard. And even then it’s perfectly fine with me if we can’t really play. I never want him to feel like he’s letting me down. Or himself for that matter. Life is bound to intrude. It’s the nature of the beast.
The best I can do for him is be there if he wants to snuggle or bounce things off me or scream or just hold hands. It’s what you do when you’re together for the long haul. Bumps in the road are inevitable. Sometimes there are detours. But we get there eventually.
Clearing The Air
Over the last couple of days, we’ve gotten comments that surprised me. One of them accused me of being too embarrassed to admit that I am gay. Here’s what Stephen said:
“Could it be you harbor homosexual feelings that you are too embarrassed to admit? Is anal penetration a way to fulfill those desires without feeling guilty? After all its a woman on the other end. Now I’m not saying you’r3 gay, but wanting to be anally penetrated does suggest some possibilities”
If you follow that line of thinking, any guy who has anally penetrated his female partner must also think about the fact he may be homosexual. Not to mention oral sex for her…
Of course, this is utter crap. According to Stephen, I must be assuaging long-held guilt by being penetrated by Mrs. Lion. Is anal penetration a form of penitence? What church does he attend? Say three Hail Marys and have your wife peg you for an hour.
I thought we were past the stereotypes that label people based on what they do in bed. Stephen thinks that if I’m not the penetrator, I must want sex with other men. When gay men have anal sex, one of them is the penetrator. Is he straight?
Why in the world would I feel guilty about being gay? If I wanted sex with other men, the last thing I would be feeling is guilt. For me to feel guilt, I would have to believe being homosexual is wrong or sinful. I don’t. I just don’t want to have sex with other guys. The idea simply doesn’t turn me on.
I’m a little surprised that Stephen would be reading our blog. Over the last four years I have had fingers, butt plugs and dildos up my ass. Wait! Did I cross the line into gay when the dildo was attached to Mrs. Lion? Did her fucking me while wearing the strap-on reflect my secret desire to be fucked by a man?
Oh no! I better hide the RodeoH. It will turn me gay. Nobody warned me.
Seriously, I’m not gay. I just don’t want to sexually love another man. I’m not wired that way. When I see another man’s penis, I don’t think of sex. I just don’t. If I did, that would be fine too. It just doesn’t matter. I’m in love with Mrs. Lion. She’s female. I’m very happy with all the sexual things we can do together. Sorry Stephen, you’re simply not my type.
