This weekend is busy and tiring for both of us. We have to pack for our move next week and we have to take care of business at the new house as well. Unfortunately, we can’t divide and conquer. I can’t drive at this point so we have to be in the same place at the same time. I’m confident we’ll get everything done, but it’s wearing us to a nub. Friday night was full of surprises. Despite the stress she is under, Mrs. Lion found time and energy to give me one of the most severe spankings to date. Worse, for me, I managed to get some broth on my shirt at dinner Friday night. Mrs. Lion added four more spankings to the three I had coming.
We also snuggled and Mrs. Lion gave me a hand job all the way to orgasm. What a surprise! It’s only been three days since the last one. I’m not complaining. It felt great. When we woke up on Saturday, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 4 AM and Mrs. Lion woke up a couple of hours later, I could still feel the effects of that spanking. Lioness 3.0 is definitely in residence.
Yesterday, we moved our camper from the old house to the new one. This wasn’t as simple as hitching up for a vacation. We had to pull up a power cord we use to keep our batteries charged as well as hitch with me less able to help. Mrs. Lion’s knees were aching by the time we got the camper on the road. When we got to the new house it was very difficult for her to back it into our narrow driveway. She persevered and with a lot of skill managed to put it exactly where we needed it.
We also did some important shopping and explored a little, local market that features fruit and vegetables from nearby farms. It was fun. Because of my recent medical issues, the lion’s share of the work is being done by her. It’s difficult for me to avoid falling over right now. I am walking more steadily but I’m nowhere near capable of doing much on my own. The doctors say I will continue to improve but no one assure how much of my original balance I’ll get back.
I got a comment to my post yesterday from an apparently-steady reader and critic named Wayne. He can put together reasonably good sentences, but clearly lacks even basic understanding of what it means to read a blog dedicated to a specific subject. Check this out:
“As usual, your content makes no sense at all. I am constantly amazed that the only thing that interests you and your wife is sex and writing about sex. Your blog takes a great deal of time and effort. You post constantly. Such a shallow life. You, constantly thinking and writing about your dick and your perversions. Her constantly thinking of how to hurt you.and telling the world how much she enjoys hurting you. Such a waste of the life given to you. Here’s an idea. Try doing something for your community instead of constantly thinking and doing only for yourself.”
I usually put stuff like this directly into the trash. I don’t waste your time wading through mindless vitriol. I decided it might be amusing for you to see the kind of wackos who take time trying to school Mrs. Lion and I on improved life skills. It blows my mind that even a simpleton like Wayne can’t figure out that I don’t think constantly about sex and other “perversions”. Just because each of us writes a post every day, doesn’t mean we have no time for anything else.
Wayne, sex blogs are dedicated to posts about sex. No one forces you to read them. Not only do we not demand that you enjoy the kind of things we do, we don’t give a crap whether you like it or not. We write about what we do. We also throw stuff in about the non-sexual parts of our lives. I’m sure a portion of our readership thinks we’re a little bit off. Others get good information and even do the same things we do. Heaven forbid!
Being a sex blogger does cloister me from the minimus spewing of insults and generally meaningless diatribes. I can edit anything you see. Most of our readers are sympathetic to our way of life, if you aren’t. But the bottom line is the Internet is a self-selecting medium. People find and read what they’re interested in. A small number seek out things that offend them and then try to convince the writers of the errors of their ways.
Fortunately, idiots like Wayne rarely find their way to our blog. Even more rarely, do they take the energy and time to let us know just how wrong we are. That brings me to the reason I’m taking up our time talking about him. No matter what you think of what Mrs. Lion and I do, you have to believe that we are completely devoted to one another. In many ways these are times that would challenge any marriage.
Mrs. Lion is being challenged by the physical stress and emotional concern my condition causes her. What isn’t stressed is our marriage. No matter what happens physically, we both believe the most important thing in our lives is our relationship with one another. We will do whatever it takes to get through together. I don’t think Mrs. Lion has ever even considered for one second her life without me. I can say without any doubt that I have never even imagined not being with her.
You see, Wayne, our sexual practices work for us. We don’t fight, we don’t cheat, we do everything we possibly can to make each other happy. When I came home from the hospital last spring I could do almost nothing for myself. I couldn’t even sit up in bed. Mrs. Lion took complete care of me. By all rights I should’ve been in a nursing home. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be with her. And, she wanted to be with me.
Yes, this is a sex blog. Yes, some of the things we do are pretty far from mainstream. But if we are nothing else, we are a really good example of a couple completely in love and devoted to each other. I think that comes through in our writing. I hope it’s one of the reasons you read us. Next post, back to our nasty, perverted sex!