Today is the tenth day since my last orgasm and, if she is to be believed, the day I get off. Since I’ve been reflecting on my sexual assumptions, I’m not entirely sure that an orgasm is as much a goal as it used to be. Part of it is that I feel badly that I am the only one enjoying sex. Mrs. Lion remains uninterested in sex for herself.
I can’t quite shake the feeling that when she gets me off, she is doing it more out of obligation than pleasure. I realize this is a dark path to go down. Thinking this way can do no good for either of us. But I can’t shake this feeling. Mrs. Lion is quite cagey on the subject of what she gets out of teasing me and getting me off. I wrote about that the other day (click here to read that post).
I have no idea what she, or for that matter, I can do about it. But it is getting in my way. Last night, Mrs. Lion edged me a few times. It was nice and very exciting. But I couldn’t just get into it. I felt selfish.
This isn’t one of those posts where I come up with some insight about this. I don’t have one. At this point I feel lost and not very excited about a birthday orgasm.