Not Tonight Dear

We spent the last two days packing. The movers are coming this morning. Despite her heroic efforts, Mrs. Lion has a few odds and ends left to pack. I’m concerned that despite getting rid of more than half our stuff, what’s left still is too much to fit into the moving van.

Through this stressful process we have both been in surprisingly good humor. We spent last night in our camper, which is parked in the driveway of our new house. This morning we drive back to the old house to meet the movers.

It goes without saying that Mrs. Lion is exhausted at the end of the days. On Wednesday night she had enough energy to edge me several times. Needless to say, this leaves me super horny. It’s been 8 days since my last ejaculation. Not a lot of time I admit, but still I *really* want to come!

“Too bad,” she says laconically. Too bad, indeed.

This is one of those times that I think back to the good old days of jerking off. They weren’t all that good. The frustration I feel now is part of a very exciting thing we do. In the old days I was frustrated and upset that I wasn’t sexually interesting to my lioness.

In those days I got myself off every three or four days. Sometimes I would wait a week or more. That was rare. I don’t control my sexual rhythm. My lioness owns it now. How badly I want to get off is irrelevant. It’s easy to type that, but even after six years of this, I get just as frustrated as I did in the beginning.

Is it a male thing that no matter how tired we are, we still are readiy for sex? The women I have known are not interested in sex when tired. “Not tonight, Dear, I have a headache.”

I doubt I will get lucky tonight. Moving is just too exhausting.

What do you think?