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.

to sea, not speaking. Then he

leans to me, finishing the movement, tilting his head to

and vanilla. His hand cupping my cheek, his touch is soft, his mouth pressed to mine

eyes, then he leans into me once more, but this time, his mouth opens over mine, and he pulls me in

then away out to sea. “I wanted to do that the other night, but I thought

since anyone kissed me in that way. He doesn’t just want a quick fuck.

Will you put that down….” Emma drops the semi-rotted fish she is holding, letting it fall to

up. God knows I don’t want the car to smell of that on

for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins

leaps up. “Scruffy.

manage, and persuaded the dogs to play in the water long enough to get rid

ice cream?” I suggest, waving vaguely towards the bar further along

of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an excuse for hanging around

his face transforms. He becomes

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

What have they

chocolate and sour cherry that’s

powerful for me.”

Of course you will….

but I think you’ll always choose the

being fair to you. You want something you’re never going

But…. You’re nice….

‘nice’ what

beach again, eating cornets, licking away

it you do?” he asks. “For a living,

for a lot of people, but I

“Something different?”

taken on as a concierge in one of the office blocks

a change. Which

Haswell Building. You know, the one that went up so quickly after

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

seeing people all the time. And the

eyebrows. “Yeah, the sis said something about that too. She’s going through their training program

Well, maybe I’ll