Orgasm

While I did take a shower earlier than usual, we didn’t play any earlier. Lion was snoozing a bit while watching TV and I hate to wake him. However, the news is not all bad. Sometime around 9, I told him to lay across the bed for some oral attention.

If you recall, I love playing with my food. Based on the purring I heard, Lion loved what I was doing. Of course, I also had the penis-o-meter, which raised and lowered in approval and disapproval. There wasn’t much disapproval. My biggest problem was that my hair was getting in the way. It had to be my hair because Lion is smooth as a baby’s butt down there. A few weeks ago I felt like I had a mustache. No more.

I didn’t set out with a goal. I rarely do. I didn’t want to edge him four times, for example. I just take things as they come. At one point, I thought Lion was starting to lose it but then he regained his harder erection. I struggled with whether or not to point out that he’s not as hard as I think he should be. Lion is quick to jump to the “I’m broken” conclusion. [Lion — I could feel that at times I wasn’t fully erect. She’s right. It worried me.]

A few weeks ago, I took Lion from flaccid all the way to orgasm without stopping along the way. It’s rare that I do that, especially with my mouth. Once I figured out how to edge him orally, I’ve been trying to do it all the time. Last night, I got particularly good at it. I got him so close to the edge I thought he was going to lose it. And there wasn’t even any danger of a ruined orgasm. I timed it perfectly. You know sometimes you do something and think you’d never be able to do that again in a million years? That’s how I felt the first time. And then the second time I swear I got him even closer.

I gave him less than a minute to calm down. I started right back in with little bursts of sucking. I didn’t want to lose momentum. I wanted him perched right on the edge. I don’t know how many times I actually shoved him toward the precipice. Eventually, I let him go. There wasn’t much in the line of cream filling, just Lion trying to catch his breath. He informed me a little while later that it had been six days. That’s not a long wait, by any means. I wasn’t going for a long wait.

Sure, I was thinking I should leave him hanging again, but then I got him closer and closer. And yes, I could have gotten him very close and still left him hanging, but giving him orgasms is the fun part for me. You might even say it was my reward for a job well done.

I poked around last night and couldn’t find our supply of coconut oil. I know we have it. I just don’t know where it is. I guess that means I’m back to unpacking.

Just to prove I don’t know what I’m doing, I was sure Lion wasn’t getting anywhere when I was milking him. He didn’t seem to be getting any harder. He wasn’t making any noises. The only thing that seemed to be happening was that I was getting a little achy. Normally I can deal with achy if I think I’m having an impact on things. I’m not sure how long I tried but I finally told Lion we were done.

Before he got comfortable on his back, I told him to lay across the bed so I could give him some oral attention. Again, he didn’t seem like he was getting anywhere. He did get a little hard but he was still fairly soft when I asked my weenie why he was ignoring me. Lion said he thought he was getting somewhere. It felt good. That’s all I need to hear. If it feels good, I’ll keep chugging along.

I was doing some of my best stuff. Tongue movements, varying the speed, more pressure, less pressure, etc. and Lion was still semi-soft. But then, he was making his I’m-near-the-edge noises. I kept going and I got some cream filling. I’m sure he probably could have produced more semen if I’d edged him a few times, but I’m happy with what I got. It was the whipped cream on my happy birthday.

I do wonder, however, what was up with the lack of weenie hardness. It wasn’t that it took a long time to rev him up. I think the milking did its fair share of getting him excited. The fact that he said he was getting somewhere when I didn’t think he was is strange too. To be clear, this isn’t the difference between hard and super hard. This was more like the times we give up because he’s stalled out.

I don’t think Lion is broken. He did get to an orgasm, after all. And I’ll be sure to keep an eye on my weenie to see if this trend continues. Plus, it’s fun to keep an eye on my weenie.

Lion filled the house with yummy soup smells yesterday. I did some laundry and helped him with the soup. Other than that it was a very unproductive day. I didn’t spank him. I didn’t milk him. And, if it hadn’t been for the fact that we did nothing Friday night, I don’t think I would have given him any attention other than some snuggling or hand-holding.

Around 9 I decided it was time to get moving. I didn’t spend much time snuggling. Instead, I moved down to give Lion some licks and suck on him. I’m sure he was surprised. I don’t normally do that. I guess I wanted to change things up a bit so it wasn’t boring for him. When Lion started moaning, I told him to give me some room.

Once he was in position I went to work getting him excited. I wasn’t sure it was going to work. Usually, he starts to get hard the second he’s in my mouth. However, I hadn’t done much to give him a head start. It wasn’t too long before he was hard. Maybe he wasn’t as hard as I’d like, but I like the bursting-at-the-seams weenie best. I have no idea how long it was before I started hearing the I’m-getting-closer-and-closer sounds. For some reason, I decided I’d just keep going. It’s been a while since I’ve gone straight for the happy ending when Lion wasn’t in a slump. True, he’s had some issues lately but nothing I’d call a real slump.

Lion seemed to get quieter as he got to the edge. I don’t know if he was trying to fake me out so I couldn’t stop. I doubt it since he rarely realizes he’s making any noise at all. And I don’t know if he expected me to stop at any moment or if he was just riding that high all the way to victory. In the past, he’s said he hopes I don’t stop.

He was still panting for quite a while afterward. He said it was quite a surprise that he got to come. As it should be, I said. I don’t think he should ever expect to come. He may hope he does but never count on it. Then he told me it was a leap year surprise. That’s true. I never even thought about it being February 29, leap day. (The evil part of me is wondering if he should only have orgasms on leap days from now on.) He also pointed out that his last two orgasms were oral. I hadn’t thought about that either but it seems like a nice tradition to continue. I have wanted to even the score between oral and hand for a while.

When I was little I had a book called Bill the Brave. It was a story about a dog with a bad toothache. He had a bandage tied around his head like the one shown in the picture. I admit, until this morning, I had no idea what the purpose of the bandage was.

About a week ago Lion broke a tooth. It was not something his regular dentist felt comfortable pulling so he was referred to an oral surgeon. When he was all done, he had a nifty bandage around his head that held ice against his cheek. Ice! Duh. The bandage held ice. All these years of not knowing.

Since Lion knew he wouldn’t be in any shape for sexual activity tonight, he courageously told me not to feel compelled to give him an orgasm last night. He was sure he could make it another few days. Look out, Bill the Brave. You’ve been unseated by Lion the Brave. Such sacrifice!

I found it humorous that Lion would tell me not to feel it necessary to give him an orgasm…as if he could determine when he has one. I hadn’t really considered giving him one. Or not giving him one, for that matter. I know I’ve given him orgasms prior to other surgeries when I know there will be long recoveries. Having a tooth pulled does not normally have a long recovery.

Actually, I was feeling fairly yucky last night. I’m not sure I considered playing with him until he asked. It was clear from the outset that he wasn’t going to enjoy a hand job. I told him he was spoiled as I moved between his legs. I decided the penalty was to tease him mercilesly.

I still hadn’t decided to give him an orgasm. I was just having fun making him squirm. I got him so close so many times I’m not sure how he held out as long as he did. Then I decided, in honor of his telling me not to feel obligated, that I’d give him an orgasm. That’ll show him!

Right now, Lion is snoozing. He’s on a soft food diet for a few days. He’s already had some ice cream. I know it wasn’t his tonsils that came out, but ice cream has some decent nutrients in it. This is per a doctor after Lion had an infection in his knee and could only manage chocolate shakes. If it’s good for a knee infection, it’s good for a tooth extraction. Yet another sacrifice by Lion the Brave.