Month: September 2018

Apparently I need to be more closely supervised. I can’t be trusted with chemicals. Anything stronger than lube is no good in my hands. I assumed all Icy Hot was created equal. Why wouldn’t it be? Gel, roll on, whatever …

Brylcreem Read More »

Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday forecast Icy Hot on my penis and or balls last night. True to her word, she fetched a tube of Icy Hot cream and Icy Hot roll-on. She mentioned that she might get some on her …

Next Time, Please Read The Label Read More »

Yesterday after I wrote my post I mowed the lawn. An hour of back and forth, up and down, punctuated by a few stops while I decided whether I should stop or if I could actually finish. What drove me …

Maybe Not Such an Idle Threat Read More »

Guilt is an unforeseen byproduct of blogging about our relationship. When I read about the things I’ve done that upset Mrs. Lion, I wonder what sort of person would be so thoughtless. How could I not respect her time? How …

Self Doubt Read More »