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For the past few nights, it’s been taking Lion longer to get anywhere near the edge. We start out okay and then sort of fizzle before getting back on track. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I was thinking about making Lion wait for an orgasm to see if things worked themselves out. I also thought about giving him an orgasm as soon as he got to the edge last night. I also wondered how many orgasms he’d had in October. And, of course, today being Halloween is almost a holiday. A lot of things go through my mind while I’m sucking on Lion.

Since it was taking longer to get him to the edge, I considered stopping after the one time. I’d thought about that the night before too. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. I thought he was too close to the edge by the time I realized it so I kept going. I didn’t want him to have another ruined orgasm. A regular orgasm is much more fun for both of us. I get to hear all his noises, not just the strangled ones of a ruined orgasm. And I get to enjoy all of my hard work. Yummy.

Afterward, Lion said it wouldn’t actually have a been a ruined orgasm if I’d stopped when I paused. Damn. Oh well. I’d much rather make that kind of mistake than the ruined kind. And I was going to give Lion an orgasm sooner than a 20 day wait. I consider that a win-win. Almost all orgasms are win-win. Regular orgasms, that is.

So now I guess we restart the clock and see if he’s as horny after a few days as he was last time. I don’t have nay prediction as to how long I’ll make him wait. I think we have to answer the horny question first. Obviously, he’ll have a longer wait if he isn’t able to get near the edge for a few days. And, just because he gets to the edge quickly, there’s no guarantee he won’t have a long wait. I can be very tricky.

Good thing Lion likes my tricks and my treats.

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Lion has been very horny since his last orgasm. I can’t explain why. For months it took almost a week before he was excited enough to be, well, excited. I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I don’t really care why it’s happening. I’m happy. I just wonder what changed.

When I ask if he wants to join me, he practically levitates across the bed so I can give him oral sex. Last night it did take a little longer to get him to the edge, but he got there. And he’s been producing more precum than usual. Again, I’m not complaining. I love it. The only issue I have with it is that precum usually happens right before an ejaculation. I have to be careful once I taste it. Having said that, I’m not being too careful. I want to get him oh so close to the edge.

Last night I did try something a little different. When I knew we were chugging full steam ahead toward the edge, I stopped. Why? Just to change things up a bit. I don’t want him to get complacent. Here we are, all hot and heavy and he thinks it’s smooth sailing. Nope. Hold on there, partner. Not so fast. And then we’re back on track. I did it a few times. Could it have backfired on me? Could he have been unable to get back to the edge? Was it worth the risk? Absolutely!

Lion was still a puddle in the middle of the bed when I was done with him. I don’t know when I’ll put him out of his misery. From what I’ve seen, he’s not exactly in any misery. He’s getting a lot of attention, some expert oral sex (if I do say so myself), and he’s been more excited than any time in recent memory. Why would I end that? Well, there is a little matter of wanting to make him come. I love the taste, but I also love giving him orgasms. I love his noises. I love making him more of a puddle in the middle of the bed. Is it possible that I’m the selfish one?

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I never learn. I can’t help myself from saying (typing) what I’m thinking. Most recently, I wrote that Mrs. Lion couldn’t help herself from making me ejaculate within a day or so of being able to super edge me. She’s learned that, contrary to my earlier thinking, she can do this right from the day after I ejaculate. We both used to think it took several days, often a week or more, for me to be able to reach that point. It turns out that with sufficient stimulation, I’m ready to go the day after ejaculation.

In a post, I mentioned that it might be interesting to edge me for many days, not just go for ejaculation a day or two after super edging. Apparently Mrs. Lion took this thought to heart. Yesterday was day 6 since I came. She has pushed me to the edge over and over every day beginning with day 2. There is no sign she plans to give me release any time soon.

Mrs. Lion doesn’t like making me ejaculate just because she loves me. For some inexplicable reason, she loves the taste of semen. Apparently this is a flavor she has always liked. I don’t understand it though I am very happy that she does. For one thing, when she gives me a handjob she very rarely makes me eat it. I don’t share her appreciation for semen. She knows it is good for me to be made to consume my own product, but her appreciation for the taste drives her to keep it for herself. Occasionally, in a selfless gesture of domination, she will feed it to me. Happily, that is a fairly rare occurrence.

Anyway, it turns out that the longer she sucks me, the more precum I produce. For her, this is a rare treat; a sort of sexual truffle she unearths in the process of teasing me. She loves this bonus. Now that she can reliably make me produce it, the incentive to make me ejaculate isn’t as strong. A daily diet of precum partially slakes her thirst for semen.

I understand that semen can taste different from one man to another, even between individual ejaculations by the same man. Since the only semen I’ve consumed is my own, I have to go on what others have said. For the record, mine has never tasted good to me. Since Mrs. Lion has considerably more experience with this particular treat, I wonder if she enjoyed her ex’s load as much as mine. I believe he is the only other man she has sampled. I also wonder if mine tastes different from load to load. For the record, semen is a low-calorie, high-protein drink. It’s only hazardous if consumed by the vagina. When ejaculated there, it can produce children. It is harmless when taken orally. It can stain clothes; ask Monica Lewinsky.

my first sex was exclusively oral

I had my first sexual experience when I was 18 and a freshman in college. I met a girl who liked me and was equally inexperienced. Our first attempt was a clumsy romp in my twin bed at home. It felt great! She said she had fun too. A few months later, I moved out and had my own studio apartment. We took our time. I discovered that I couldn’t penetrate her. Her hymen was intact and very thick. I just couldn’t get in and didn’t want to push too hard for fear of hurting her.

To this day I wonder what we did in that first attempt. I suspect I was between her labia with my penis pointing down. The friction stimulated her clitoris and my penis. I guess I ejaculated externally. At the time, she hurriedly put her panties back on and got dressed. Any mess I made was sopped up by them.

After the first session when we discovered I couldn’t penetrate her, we decided to do some research. We bought a couple of sexual how-to’s (the World Wide Web was in its infancy). We decided to try oral sex as a workaround. As I recall, anal sex never got discussed. When we had sex, I would lick her and she would suck me. Apparently she didn’t share Mrs. Lion’s appreciation of semen. After I came she would go into the bathroom and spit out the result of her hard work. It’s ironic that my first sex was exclusively oral. As I recall, she never jerked me off. We always used our mouths. It never occurred to us to do anything else.

Now, all these years later, the only sex we have is oral. At this time I am the lucky recipient. Of course, I stand ready to reciprocate any time Mrs. Lion wishes. For many years, almost all my sex was handjobs. Since last summer, Mrs. Lion found using her mouth is easier for her and a lot more fun for me. Sex has come full circle. Yum!

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Tuesday was a quiet day here. Mrs. Lion worked from home. That’s always nice. We enjoy being together even after all these years. Unfortunately, her stomach was acting up. She said she felt better later in the day. Just in case we had our standard comfort food for dinner: buttered egg noodles with peas. Our evening was quiet. Mrs. Lion played on her iPad and I watched TV. Sex wasn’t even mentioned.

For the record, I was fine with that. Just because I am horny doesn’t mean I run around with an erection all day and night. I only get desperate if Mrs. Lion teases me. This works out well for her. When she wants to be amused by my need for release, all she has to do is a few minutes of teasing. Otherwise, I’m not showing overt signs of being in heat. She likes it when I nearly leap into position for oral attention when she asks if I want some. It’s a little embarrassing for me but I can’t help it.

It’s true that I’ve always had a hard time initiating sex. I believe my deep-seated fear of rejection is responsible. Even in situations that are extremely safe, like with Mrs. Lion, it’s very difficult for me to make the first move. Male chastity  is almost an ideal way to compensate. Control is transferred to my lioness. I not only don’t initiate, I’m not allowed to.

This isn’t as great as it sounds. My problem may have been solved, but it is very unfair to my lioness. Before she lost interest in sex, she was very unhappy that I didn’t romantically initiate sex. I worry that her loss of libido was caused by my inability to initiate.

We are an almost ideal couple. We are completely in love after over 18 years together. Yet in that one area we didn’t work. We talked about ways to compensate for this initiation problem. You can read about some of our efforts in the 2014 and 2015 posts to our blog. They didn’t work. Mrs. Lion did her best. I did too. We just couldn’t find a way to get started. Once we managed to, things were great. This is one of my greatest regrets. One reason I often feel guilty about the sex Mrs. Lion gives me is that I remember how poorly I performed for her. A day doesn’t go by when I don’t think about this and wish we could try again.

I get a lot of sex. Mrs. Lion makes sure of that. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I miss sex with Mrs. Lion. I loved being inside her. Giving her orgasms felt almost as good to me as it did for her. I’d give up sex for me if I could bring her libido back. Mutually satisfying sex is a powerful form of intimacy. We are intimate and share everything, yet…

If sex went away for both of us, we would be just as close. We share a profound sense of belonging together. Perhaps the price of this perfection is sexual incompatibility. If either of us was more sexually aggressive, would we still be fuckng like 20-year-olds? Did I break her? Am I the most selfish man in the World? [Mrs. Lion — I think 20-year-olds is a stretch. And Lion is not selfish at all.]