Thirteen Great Years

August is a fairly good month for us. Lion and I met online on August 13, 2002. By the 16th we met in person and had sex for the first time. Yes, we work fast. But you have to remember that I was coming out of a sixteen year marriage and I was convinced that it was my time to sow my wild oats. It turned out that I was looking less for sowing and more for finding someone I could really get along with. Neither Lion or I were interested in a long term relationship at the time. We certainly weren’t looking for marriage. For one thing, I was still married. Lion had been married a few times before. So we continued enjoying each other’s company. Even after I moved in we were decidedly anti-marriage. Not anti-marriage in the sense that we didn’t believe in it. We just didn’t believe in it for us.

In August of 2005, Lion said we should get married. Both of us knew we were in it for the long haul by that point, and marriage wasn’t a requirement. Lion wanted to make sure we were legally protected. If anything happened he wanted no question of who should make the decision to pull the plug or even visit each other in the hospital. So on Friday we got our marriage license and rings and, since we had to wait 24 hours before we got married, put on the brakes until Monday. We’re not religious people so it’s not like we could call our minister/pastor/rabbi and do an impromptu wedding. On Monday morning we called a local justice of the peace, went to her office at lunchtime, and (one of my favorite parts of the whole thing) yanked a random lady out of an office to be our witness. Bing, bang, boom. Done. To this day, it’s still one of my favorite weddings I’ve ever been to. No muss, no fuss. We don’t care about fanfare anyway, and I think the whole thing cost less than $300 between the license, the rings, the JOP and the cake ([Lion — Carvel ice cream cake]). Now, thirteen years after meeting, and ten years after that whirlwind wedding, we are still together and going strong. A year and a half after adding male chastity to our lives, we’re better than ever.

I hope he thinks the sex is better than ever. He may have to wait longer for his orgasms, but I think he might enjoy them more. Getting him incredibly turned on and edging him a few times before giving him release is definitely more intense. Last night we played before we went to dinner to test Lion’s theory that edging him in one session would lead to a less painful orgasm in a second session. By the time we got home it was late, but I think because we had played earlier, he got turned on quickly. I couldn’t very well give him a quick orgasm. Nope. Where’s the fun in that? I had to edge him a few more times. Each time he thought this was it, I stopped short. And then suddenly this was it. And it didn’t hurt. Score one for Lion. Well, score two – one for the orgasm and one for no pain.

His next wait is only four days. I hope he can make it.

One comment on “Thirteen Great Years
  1. del says:

    Congrads! Keep it going!

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