She lost her flair for providing a bigger better present year after year. All she wanted was for your happiness. In the midst of her attempts, you lost some of your flair for her.
All you wanted was to be satisfied again, just the way she used to provide for you. Somehow, she lost that knack and you wondered if she had forgotten what turned you on. Whatever the reason for your involuntary diminished appetite, this was going to be a weekend for you to remember.
The phone calls seemed out of place and unlikely. She was dialing out at random hours with no traceable numbers. The tone of her voice changed. It became sweeter although not fake. She was more sincere. You were becoming interested in her doings. She did not let on to you that anything was different. Your suspicions would have been appropriate if your birthday were near. She always made an effort to honor you on that day.
Being the inquisitive person you are, your mind was not going to settle until this mini mystery was solved. You checked the closets for bags of clues when she returned home from shopping. You retrieved mail from the box before she asked you to, and before she even got home. There were no rsvp cards. Emails were generic or they were solicitations. There were no additional miles on the car for her scheming travels that may have been needed in her planning. Each night, you lay awake hoping she'd talk in her sleep.
Days had gone by and her pleasant voice had not waned. The phone calls had stopped. She did her best to please you in any way she could think of. Her best though was simply not what it used to be and was hardly good enough.
Tolerance to the sensations you once found satisfying was now at a higher level. The details you now require to keep you aroused are different. The quiet years and standard activities have allowed you to become quiet about asking for the things you truly desire.
You are certain you dream about many things along those lines because you regularly wake to a beautiful branch of morning wood. Sometimes even before morning arrives, you are woken to the feel of your hand wrapped carefully around your cock. The jiggling of the bed is because you were jerking off in your sleep. Those are the nights you woke her as well. You never realized she was there next to you getting off on the sight of you. While you did it, she asked what you saw, but talking in your sleep was nothing you responded to.
You were not aware of the lesser-celebrated holidays throughout the year. It always took for someone to remind you that certain ones were coming up. Otherwise, every day was celebrated just the same.
The window was opened during the night, cooling your crisp white sheets. The morning birds and the distant clanking buoys on the bay were singing in harmony. It was music to your ears an brought you back to those youthful hellion days living closer to the shore. Fresh flowers and garden scents filled the breeze that danced across your bare chest. The sheets were tucked beneath your elbows, tightened across your stomach. The quilt had been tossed off during the night and the single layer of sheet was pleasantly draped across your masculinity.
This morning you rose with a feeling different than recent days. Coffee in bed was a special treat, but it was keeping you from your own normal routine. Breakfast in bed accompanied the coffee. It went down so well, comforting you in a way that you would not soon forget.
Your standard routine could wait. While you swallowed your last bites, she began conversation. It was not like you to prefer talking while you ate, but the meal was good, almost finished, and she made the effort for you. In actuality, you allowed the talking because her first words were inquiries as to a recent fantasy of yours. The fork clanked to the plate as she removed the tray. You began.
