Month: December 2014

Or come. Well, at least not completely. As I wrote yesterday, I was debating with myself whether to allow Lion to orgasm last night. I knew I was going to edge him, but part of me wanted to make him wait because Tuesday is day six. I need to find out if day six is really a thing with him.

I decided to lube Mr. Weenie up and give him a workout. I edged him once, asked if he was as horny as the night before, and attempted to edge him again. I guess the lube threw me off my game. Ruined orgasm. Damn! Not what I intended at all.

After the second edging I was going to give Lion a choice. Depending on what choice he made he might have been allowed to come. Want to know what choice I was going to give him? So does he! And now he’ll just have to wait till his next play date to find out. He says he’ll probably be just as horny since a ruined orgasm doesn’t seem to satisfy his craving. I’m glad because I think the decision may be more difficult the hornier he is. Plus, it will be day six so he should be grumpy and horny. What fun!

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her Sunday post, she promised to tease me and maybe let me come. True to her word she unlocked me and after smacking my balls for a while, she teased me. After I was more than ready, she asked me if I were horny. I agreed that I most certainly was. She got some silicone lube and applied a liberal amount to my penis and proceeded to masturbate me. I was just about to come and she stopped; unfortunately, she didn’t stop soon enough. I could feel that crashing ruined orgasm feeling, and sure enough, a dribble of semen emerged.

“Phooey! That wasn’t what I wanted,”

she said as she milked me to reveal more fluid. She went on to say that she was going to offer me a choice. She wouldn’t say what I was going to choose. All she would say was that she would save the question for another time when I was very horny. I allowed that could be tomorrow. Ruined orgasms aren’t very helpful in curing desire. Neither of us wanted this to happen.

When I was getting close, I tried to delay coming. I avoided letting my kegel muscle clinch. I thought that would help. It didn’t. I’m still clueless about how to avoid an imminent orgasm. Being able to hold off is a skill I certainly could have used last night.  I suspect that Mrs. Lion doesn’t want me to learn that skill. She might change her mind when she gains more interest in orgasms I can give her.

Speaking of which, I have been reading in her posts about her most recent thought that since she spends so much time planning my sexual activity that I should be spontaneously providing her with orgasms. I admit this never occurred to me. Thinking about it gives me the same feeling in the pit of my stomach I got when she let me know that the reason we didn’t have good sex was because I wasn’t initiating.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have to work out how I can  provide her with the sexual attention she needs. It’s not that I don’t want her. I do, more than anything. The most recent time she came was when she asked me if I would like to lick her. I leaped at the chance. It may be that we don’t have the signals we need to subtly, but unmistakenly, understand it’s time for me to provide sexual attention.

There must be a middle ground between silence, and “Do you want to lick me?” This is an area we need to fix. Mrs. Lion has learned to be a great keyholder. I need to learn how to know when to begin pleasing her.

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