Passion among the roses
My boyfriend had been away visiting his family for a week, we’d traded some pictures and sexted a little, but I missed the contents of his trousers and needed his paws on my skin again.
He was due to arrive back home at 5pm on a sunday. I left a note just inside the front door:
“I’m hiding somewhere, come find your hungry sex kitten, theres a clue in the bedroom”
Where he found a rose and another note:
“Follow your nose to please your heart”
He went outside, into the cool evening air and warm sunshine, along the path in the garden, to the bed of roses I asked the gardner to help me keep so we’d have a supply for romantic needs. Where he could see a small tanned foot peaking out from some longer grass next to the bed. We’d often sit there together in the warm summer, drinking iced juice or licking icecreams by the scent of roses.