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In: BDSM, Sex

I like happy endings–both kinds. I’m a sucker for romcoms. What can I say? It’s just the way I’m wired. You might wonder what I consider a non-movie happy ending. Obviously, an orgasm is one kind. Another is a teasing session that ends in edging. Sometimes I prefer the orgasm variety. Often, edging is more fun. I like activity; sexual activity.

If you are a new reader, you may think that sounds very selfish of me. I didn’t mention happy endings for my lioness. She isn’t interested in them. That’s too bad because I love giving them to her. Back in the day, we had a lot of fun. I miss those times. Maybe that’s why sex isn’t as easy to get excited about. I love it when Mrs. Lion arouses me. I always start off feeling guilty that I’m being selfish.

Sex is like eating. If you aren’t hungry, it isn’t much fun. Eating to stay alive isn’t the same as savoring new dishes. After enough time with no sex goes by, I get hungry. I suppose that is when I would jerk off. I can’t do that. So I get frustrated and then lose interest. It’s usually pretty easy to get me interested again once Mrs. Lion gets my attention. That isn’t always easy.

More often than not, thinking about sex makes me sad. It’s like looking into the window of a good restaurant without having enough money to eat there. I don’t want to be unfair in the way I’m talking about this. I think Mrs. Lion assumes that because I’m the one who wants sex, I’m going to be responsive right away. She doesn’t seem to understand why I don’t want to ask her to do something for me.

It’s hard enough to accept when she initiates. I know that there is nothing in it for her. I’m not selfish by nature. If she could find a way to enjoy doing BDSM or sexual things to me, I would feel a lot better. Even pretending to have a good time would work. I absolutely hate to be a chore. That’s why more often than not if Mrs. Lion asks if I want to play, I say no.

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Lion finished his book, but he’s not happy with the ending. He’s been working on it and hasn’t been in the write-a-male-chastity-post mode. Yesterday, I was on the phone with recruiters, so I missed posting too. Today, aside from looking at job listings, I’ve been trying to take care of a few things around here and just realized how late in the day it is.

I think I’ve done more around here since I haven’t been working. Lion will probably disagree. I don’t think he sees crawling around on the floor, trying to fix our TV’s audio system as work. He just sees the growing pile of things on the kitchen table and wonders why it hasn’t been put away yet. The one thing I haven’t been doing is cooking. I start out thinking I have plenty of time to figure out dinner, and then it’s dinnertime, and I have no idea what to make, much less the energy to make it. We did, however, have a nice dinner last night, and we should again tonight.

This morning, Lion asked if we could play earlier in the day. Then he asked why we haven’t been playing lately. I know one of the nights I was tired and achy. Last night, I was a little achy from crawling around on the floor trying to fix the audio part of our TV setup. As I said, he’s been working on his book. I’ve been reading his book to give him feedback. It’s not like we’re both sitting around all day doing nothing. That said, we can certainly play earlier. Name a time. I can be ready when he is.

Of course, if he wants to play, he can always ask me. And he’ll say he doesn’t want to ask. Right. It’s on me. Okay. I will assume he wants to play until I am told otherwise. [Lion — It’s safe to assume that most any time.]

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In: Body Waxing, Hand Jobs

Lion is fur-free once again. I’m sure I missed hair here and there. I’m not a professional waxer, after all. However, I got the most obvious hair. He won’t be tickling my nose anytime soon. After I had him almost all cleaned up, I realized I’d forgotten the most important thing. I quickly applied more oil and began playing with my weenie.

I wasn’t sure he was going to get hard at first. I don’t know if it made any difference, but I moved to the same side of the table I was on when I last jerked him off. I know it’s all about angles, so I’m sure it didn’t hurt. After a while (I don’t usually pay attention to how long it takes), Lion said he didn’t think he was going to come. I wasn’t going to let him anyway, but I thought maybe he’d get near the edge at least. Between my being dizzy and his not wanting any attention, it had been a while since we did anything. It’s not unusual for him to take a few days to get interested again. He was very hard, though. That’s a good sign.

He’s been busy at work today. He says he thinks he can finish his book. I didn’t know finishing it was in question. Maybe he means he can finish it soon. I can’t wait to read the end. I have no idea whodunit. Of course, I don’t normally when I read mystery novels. However, I think it’s fun to try to figure it out. We both do that when we watch cop shows. I’ll say I think the sister’s actions are a little odd and maybe she did it. Lion will either agree or say the coworker is suspect. Sometimes we’re right. Sometimes we’re completely wrong.

I’ve been busy fine-tuning my resume and looking for potential jobs. I got an email from a headhunter, so maybe that will turn into something. At least someone is looking. I can’t be too nervous yet. It’s only been a little over a week. It took a few days for things to sink in and get my resume up to date. I’d still rather win the lottery, but in the meantime, I’ll keep looking.

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I don’t think I’ve been sleeping well. We’ve been going to bed late. The dog wakes me to go out in the middle of the night and stays out for a while. I think I need to start her training again. She doesn’t listen, won’t come when called, and has been jumping on us again. For the past few days, Lion has been getting up first and the dog wakes me up either by barking or jumping on me. Lastly, I think I’ve been tensing up when I sleep. I don’t know why. It happens from time to time. Obviously, this does not lead to restful sleep.

When Lion came into the bedroom, we were talking, and I tried to tell him about the dog waking me up again, but he interrupted me. We finished that conversation, and I tried again to tell him about the dog, but he interrupted me again. We were having that conversation, and he interrupted me again. Forget it. Done. Later on, he said something about being glad the dog didn’t wake me in the middle of the night, and I said I’d been trying to tell him, but he interrupted me. He didn’t realize he did it. Uh huh.

I know he has tons on his mind. He’s been thinking about his book. He didn’t want to play last night. I assume he was preoccupied with his storyline. He’s worried about money, with me being out of work too. Clearly, he’s worried about getting waxed since he mentioned it again this morning. “When you get around to it…” is a favorite phrase of his lately. But then he also says he doesn’t want me to do too much. Lots of mixed signals.

No, I didn’t tell him he was in trouble for interrupting. Yes, I know I should have. No, I’m not going to punish him. Yes, I know I should. I’ve got a lot on my mind, too, and I didn’t want to deal with punishing him. Maybe if I wasn’t persistently tired, I might have snarled at him when it happened. Next time I probably will.

[Lion — She’s right. I’m very worried. Tomorrow, I begin a workshop on getting an agent. I need my story finished enough to produce a synopsis. I haven’t been posting. I’m in the middle of a crisis of confidence. If my writing isn’t good enough to sell, I don’t know what we will do. A lot of pressure.]