Last night didn’t start out very well. Our power went out a little after 4. Lion called me to come home and help with the generator. Unfortunately, several traffic lights were out and I realized this was more of a widespread outage than I thought. Lion was able to get the generator going and run the power cords without too much trouble anyway.
While we sat there watching TV, Lion said he hoped the power outage didn’t screw up our plans for the evening. I was more concerned with whether or not we’d be able to take showers, having to put more gas in the generator at some point and running around unplugging everything that was plugged into the generator when/if the power came back on but, sure, our plans should have been on my mind. I know Lion and I have different priorities for sex but that seemed a little out of place on the list of things to worry about last night.
In all, the power was out for about three hours. Not bad for one of our outages. They’ve been known to go on for days in big storms. We were able to take our showers at a reasonable hour and we had plenty of time for fun. Lion had generously put the roll-on Icy Hot next to the tube I’d left near the sink.
I put on a glove before I set to work with the Icy Hot. I didn’t want to get any on my hands to transfer to my weenie. I only wanted the balls to be on fire. I squirted a fairly liberal amount and rubbed it in. In the past I’ve just done a little racing stripe. As hot as it is, I knew Lion could take more. I put a wash cloth over his balls to protect my weenie. If I had thought about it ahead of time I could have used a hot wash cloth to make things worse. Live and learn.
As I played with my weenie, I rubbed the boys through the wash cloth. Not only was the dry wash cloth scratching around the hot spots but I was also rubbing the Icy Hot in further. Lion was not a fan of this. He was grimacing a lot. And then I decided if I couldn’t get him to the edge, obviously it was because he needed more Icy Hot. I squirted another liberal set of gobs on his balls. Insult to injury.
However, at some level he must have liked it because soon he was bucking into my hand. I didn’t want him to come so I let go. Then I decided he should get an orgasm for withstanding the Icy Hot. I was pretty mean with it. But then it was difficult to get him back to the bucking stage. Eventually he got there and had a very slow and (I hope) enjoyable orgasm.
I’m a nice mean person.