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.

Then he turns to

finishing the movement, tilting his

tastes of sunshine and fresh air, strawberries, and vanilla. His hand

but this time, his mouth opens over mine, and he pulls me in tightly to him, holding me at the waist, drawing me in

again, then away out to sea. “I wanted to do that the other night, but I thought maybe I’d be moving too

to say to him. It’s a long time since anyone kissed me in that way. He doesn’t just want

to break away. “Emma! Will you put that down….” Emma drops the semi-rotted fish

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

start to roll too, competing for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins in the melee,

leaps up. “Scruffy.

long-armed throw can manage, and persuaded the dogs to play in the water

further along the

replies, with the kind of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an

smiles, his face transforms. He becomes

change in my

sure. What have

chocolate and sour cherry that’s to

a bit powerful for me.” He

Of course you will….

but I think

not being fair to you. You want something you’re never going to get from

But…. You’re nice….

Is ‘nice’

wander along the beach again, eating cornets, licking away the

he asks. “For a living, I mean? If you

mind at all. I was a pastry chef. I know it’s one of those dream jobs for a

“Something different?”

concierge in one of the office blocks in the new part of

a change. Which

one that went

he comments. “My sister-in-law works there. What

front desk, so I’ll be seeing people all the time. And the company has a

“Yeah, the sis said something about that too. She’s

Well, maybe I’ll