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.

sits, staring out to sea, not speaking. Then he turns to me. “Can

him. He leans to me, finishing

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

my eyes, then he leans into me once more, but this time, his mouth opens over mine, and he pulls me in tightly to him, holding me at the waist, drawing me in

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

long time since anyone kissed me in that way. He doesn’t just want a quick fuck. This man wants

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

I don’t want the car to smell of that on the way home. “Archie.

for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins in the

leaps up.

the time we have retrieved the fish, tossing it as far out into the 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,

an ice cream?” I suggest, waving vaguely towards the bar further along the beach. “My treat.

that ice cream is just an excuse for hanging

as he smiles, his face transforms. He becomes

I juggle change in my

sure. What have they

chocolate and sour

me.” He

Of course you will….

I think you’ll always choose

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

But…. You’re nice….

‘nice’ what

beach again, eating cornets, licking away

a living,

one of those dream jobs for a lot of people, but I hated

“Something different?”

in one of the office blocks in

certainly a change. Which

one that went up so

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

be on their front desk, so I’ll be seeing

the sis said something about that too. She’s going through their

I’ll get to