It’s Not a Sprint

Lion visited me at work today. He had an appointment with one of our doctors. Even though we spend a lot of time together, it was really nice to see him. Somehow the context made it special. I don’t quite know how to explain it. It was different from seeing him at home or even on our trips. A bright spot in my day. I know we often sound gushy and diabetic coma-inducing, but he really is my favorite person in the world.

We were talking last night about his assumption that I’ve given him so many orgasms lately because I’m afraid he won’t be horny again. It’s true that I’ve been striking while the Lion is horny, but the real reason for so many orgasms is that I figure since things are not going so well on the job front, he deserves some part of his life to go well. Why not give him orgasms? He agrees with that plan wholeheartedly. He even encourages it. I’m more than happy to oblige. Last night, however, was not one of those times.

Initially I was going to edge him and lock him away. I’d left him wild an extra day to remind me that I needed to do some manscaping. Boy, was he furry! I did the front half last night. Tonight I will finish. Unfortunately, when I edged him, I went a little bit too far and gave him a ruined orgasm. I need more practice. If I had realized it at the time I might have continued on to a full orgasm, but I thought I had stopped in time. Nope. I don’t like to do that. I don’t see a reason for ruined orgasms. The only thing they seem to be good for is frustrating Lion and not even in a good way. They don’t seem to reduce or increase his horniness level. He just gets the physical frustration of being so close and almost going over and then not.

My goal now is to edge him. No ruined orgasms. No full orgasms. Just edging. For how long? I don’t know. I don’t remember when his next scheduled orgasm is. I’ll play it by ear. But I do know I have to get back in practice for edging. I still won’t pressure Lion into being horny. If he is, he is. If he’s not, we can wait for another day. We’re in a marathon, not a sprint.

What do you think?