My wife moans under a Chinese masseur’s hands in Goa while I watch, helpless and aroused.

A smile fills your face and a tear comes to your eye as you take it from me. XXX +++++++++++
The sound of your alarm clock going off awakens you from a deep sleep, and you mumble “I’m awake, I’m awake” as you reach over and hit the shut-off for your alarm. I run my tongue around your navel as my hands move even further down, to slip between your things and pull them open. “This is for you, babe. …another present for your birthday.” I stretch out my hand and give you a crystal vase with a single pink long-stemmed rose in it. A quick glance at the clock. …2 AM…and then you realize you’re not alone, that there’s a vague shape in the edge of the lamp’s glow.