I was all set to give Lion his blow job. I wasn’t absolutely sure he wanted one. But then my stomach did a flip. He said that maybe at some point, we’ll both be ready for sex at the same time. He suggested earlier in the day. That might be a good idea. My stomach can’t be too annoyed if there’s not much in it. That’s the theory at least. I’m hoping it will work. I’ll bet he is too.
At least for today, there won’t be any BDSM happening. I don’t think. I could tie Lion’s balls and still suck him. I just don’t want to drag out the massage table. I don’t really like the idea of sucking him while he’s on it, so any blow jobs will still be done on the bed. Of course, BDSM worked for a long time in bed. I was thinking all we would concentrate on today was a blow job. When I say blow job, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll have an orgasm. Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t. I’m just playing with him in my mouth. We both love that.
Lion wanted to go to the casino last night. In the afternoon, he asked me if I wanted to go. My answer, 90% of the time, will be, “Not really.” I know Lion likes to go. First, it gets him out of the house. He likes the lights and sounds of the slot machines. And he doesn’t seem to lose as quickly as I do. He can milk $100 for hours and hours and still leave with most of it. The same amount lasts an hour, at most, for me. We bet the same amount. He just tends to hit bigger amounts when he wins. I find it boring and frustrating after losing so quickly. I’m ready to go home, but Lion is still having fun. Anyway, we decided not to go last night, but Lion says maybe we will today. I can’t say no. He never gets out.
And that concludes our Labor Day weekend. Nothing to write home about. But football starts next weekend. Go, Giants! I’m optimistic at this point, but we haven’t watched any preseason. So far, they have no losses in regular season. Check back with me next Monday.
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