Last night we had very vanilla sex. Well, Lion did. And vanilla in the sense that we used no implements or BDSM. I didn’t make Lion choose from the Box O’Fun so he didn’t have anything to look forward to. That’s not to say he didn’t look forward to snuggling or edging. He always looks forward to the times we’re close.
If Lion felt he was missing something, he didn’t show it. He was erect almost as soon as I touched him. And he certainly didn’t think he was missing anything when I moved to give him some oral action. I edged him a few times and then gave him an orgasm. Too soon, I hear you say. I have no idea how many days passed between orgasms, but I wanted to give him one. In that respect, it wasn’t too soon.
Lion has been advocating (read: pestering) for me to wax him. “I’m furry”, “Did you see all the hair in my crack in that picture?” and “Do you want to wax me when we get home?” Nope. I don’t want to wax you. I’m tired. I have a headache. But if I wait until I feel 100% well, Lion will be furrier than he ever was. So today I will wax him, front and back, if it kills me. Up to now, I’ve been doing the front one day and the back the next. This seemed like a fair division of labor. But since I didn’t do anything yesterday, I’ll have to do it all today. I’m going to attempt to use the stripless wax for more of it. It’s easier to apply and I think it’s less messy. We’ll see how it goes.
When I think of it, I’ll have Lion pick from the Box O’Fun. I doubt he’ll be in the mood for fun tonight but that just means he’ll have longer to look forward to whatever selection he makes. Come on, tiny clothespins!
