Winter Lull

Living somewhere it snows infrequently is a sort of good news, bad news situation. Since snowplows and other equipment needed to deal with freezing weather are expensive, there isn’t much around here to deal with a snowstorm that rolls in once in a while. In fact, while the weather here is generally wet it rarely goes below freezing. When it does, it’s because cold air from Canada finds its way to us. The Canadian air tends to be dry so there is usually no precipitation at that point. On the other hand, most of our weather comes from the Pacific Ocean. The ocean is warm and wet. So, our fall, winter, and spring are rainy with the temperatures hovering in the upper 40s to lower 50s. Garrison Keillor once commented that the weather here is like spring nine months of the year. We like that.

As you might imagine, we are “buried” under about 6 inches of snow. Back in New York, where Mrs. Lion and I come from, 6 inches of snow is hardly worth mentioning. Here, on the other hand, it’s considered a natural disaster. Schools are closed and people are staying home from work. Since I work from home, I don’t get the day off. Mrs. Lion came home from work early so that she could take me to an eye doctor appointment in the city. After struggling to get from her office, which is only a few miles away, to the house, she wisely decided that we would have to cancel my appointment. It means I have to wait another month to see the eye doctor but that shouldn’t cause me any real trouble.

As Mrs. Lion mentioned in her post yesterday, she slapped my balls for a while as part of playing with me. She commented that my penis didn’t react very joyously to these festivities. She wasn’t hitting me very hard and it didn’t really hurt. I think I was just a little tired. We seem to get around to doing sexual things pretty late at night. Even though we both stay up to midnight or so, I find that my ability to respond drops off sharply after nine.

Maybe things are changing a little bit too. My body may have a longer refractory period at this point. Or, it could be after all this time things we once considered exotic are now routine. I’ve noticed that neither of us has been writing much about things we want to try sexually. That may be a symptom. Mrs. Lion used to come up with all sorts of interesting thoughts. She never got around to some of them, but thinking about them got my motor running. I don’t know. This could just be part of the lull.

It won’t be long before I am going to be securely locked into an Evotion chastity device. It may just be the thing we need to get the fires burning again. In the meantime, I’m gonna join Mrs. Lion under the covers with just my nose poking out until the weather improves.