Choosing Her Lover

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‘An Illusion of Happiness’

A Tale of BDSM Erotic Romance

And the Meeting of Strangers

Part Two

An Illusion of Happiness

As I stroll across the sands, a familiar figure jogs towards me, a small dog trotting alongside; a terrier that looks as though it has been assembled from a junkyard of other dogs.

As the runner approaches, he angles my way. Drawing close, he pulls to a stop, huffing.

“Hi, Kirstie,” he says, “I was hoping I’d run into you. How are you?”

His face is severe. Ben is not an unhandsome man, but his natural expression is unsmiling, which detracts from his looks, making him appear austere, perhaps even puritanical.

And is that just an appearance….? Or is that really the man?

“Hi, Ben. I’m good. You?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Mind if we join you for a bit?”

“We?”

He nods down toward his dog. “Scruffy wants to make friends….”

True enough, Scruffy is making moves on my Meg, who rumbling low, curls up a lip, unimpressed by this rag-tag terrier.

“…. and he’s not the only one.”

“I’d love you and Scruffy to join us. I was about to have some coffee actually.” I hold up my flask. “Want a cup?”

“Great idea.”

Sitting on the dune, close to each other, we sip coffee. The wind blowing into our faces sends my hair streaming over my shoulders. It feels very comfortable, very natural.

speaking. Then he turns to me. “Can I

reply, simply swaying in towards him. He leans to me, finishing

warm and affectionate. He tastes of sunshine and fresh air, strawberries, and vanilla. His hand cupping my cheek, his touch is soft, his

into me once more, but this time, his mouth opens over mine, and he

he looks at me again, then away out to sea. “I wanted to do

It’s a long time since anyone kissed me in that way.

semi-rotted fish she is holding, letting it fall to the sand. Archie immediately seizes the initiative and starts rolling

the car to smell of that on the way home. “Archie. Stop

to roll too, competing for the stinking thing,

leaps up.

waves as Ben’s long-armed throw can manage, and persuaded the dogs to play in the water long enough to get rid of the worst of the smell, we are both hot, sweaty

vaguely towards the bar further along the beach. “My treat. I owe you

of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an excuse

smiles, his face transforms. He becomes

the bar, I juggle change in my pocket. “What

not sure. What

a bitter chocolate and sour cherry that’s to die

that’s a bit powerful for me.”

Of course you will….

I

not being fair to you. You want

But…. You’re nice….

Is ‘nice’ what

the beach again, eating cornets, licking away

it you do?” he asks. “For a living, I mean? If you don’t mind

for a lot of people, but

“Something different?”

different. I’m being taken on as a concierge in one of the office blocks

certainly a

the one that went up so quickly after the

sister-in-law works there. What made you pick

I’ll be on their front desk, so I’ll be seeing people all the time. And the company has a good reputation for

about that too. She’s going through

Well, maybe I’ll get to meet