No Sex for You
Between mowing the lawn, doing laundry, and doing some cleaning, I was done for yesterday. Despite taking Tylenol as a preemptive strike against achiness, I wound up achy anyway. Even trying to move next to Lion to snuggle hurt. And then once I got there, my neck got stiff so I had to move away again.
As we watched TV, someone mentioned something about not having sex. Lion said he knows what that feels like. Really? No sex? I must dispute this claim. I contend that Lion has sex more often than the average man. It’s true he doesn’t have an orgasm each time, but he has sex. It still counts.
Consider this. Many women have sex without ever having an orgasm. Unlike men, an orgasm for a woman is not required for procreation. Throughout much of history, men didn’t care if a woman had an orgasm or not. They had their orgasm, who cares about the woman? The man considers this sex.
If that’s the case, then Lion has sex each time I play with him. What if I had an orgasm and he didn’t? Still sex. What’s good for the goose…. But poor Lion didn’t have playtime last night, you say. Awwww. No sex for one night? And he’s horny? Darn! I think he can make it. He’s a big strong Lion.
Nope. I don’t have any sympathy for him. We play pretty much every night. Sometimes he doesn’t like what I do to him (like swatting his balls), but he doesn’t usually get to choose what form of play we do. Beggars can’t be choosers, as they say.
[Lion — Point taken. I do have fun even if I don’t come. I’ve had play about 175 times so far this year. I’ve had 31 orgasms, so I have an orgasm 17% of the time we have sex as Mrs. Lion defines it. Sex for me is over 80% non-orgasmic. ‘Nuff said.]