Pricked by an English Rose

Ceciley was saved by the man she wanted to push away

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Ceciley slipped on the panties that fit snugly over her hips and poured over her ass. Breakfast time, alone.

Thank goodness.

Samuel was a beast at the pub needing to flail darts at the board and brag about his football glory days. A couple of pints did that to him, making him sink into the past.

Though she had loved him once, Ceciley had decided to move on and told him that not only would he not spend the night — feeling and groping her beneath the sheets, wrapping his legs around hers and sliding his cock into her pussy, — but he’d also need to find someone else.

Ceciley had imagined marriage with Samuel, the footballer — famous and feared on the pitch for his deft footwork on clearing the ball and using elbows to make his opponents pay when the refs weren’t looking.

But that was then.

Ceciley glanced through the sliding glass doors of her bedroom to the roses blooming. Several rose bushes were well worth her time and attention.

Freshly cut roses on the breakfast table.

She stepped outside, nothing covering her breasts, feeling the chilly tingle play with her flesh and grabbed hand shears from the garden bucket.

Just a few cut stems would provide a rich fragrance. Stepping barefoot in the soil gave her a child-like joy and she carefully held one stem to avoid the dagger-like thorns. Snip. One bloom. She turned, feeling the graze of a thorn playing along her hips — much like Samuel’s teeth when they had rough sex — which she rather liked how he pushed to the edge but knew when to pull back — snip.

Samuel was a good man. She kept her hair shoulder-length just so she could feel his hands gripping the strands. But — so damned boorish at times.

It was the other roses that Ceciley wanted. She stepped carefully over the dirt when a thorn snagged on her panties and cut her at the top of her thigh. She tried to undo the thorn and dropped the shears, but another thorn seemed to lash out, pricked her thumb while another thorn bit at her ass. And that was that. Oh, my God.