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

him. He leans to me, finishing the movement, tilting his head

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

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

wanted to do that the other night, but I

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

the semi-rotted fish she is holding, letting it fall to the sand.

to smell of that on the way

for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins in the melee, and chaos

leaps up.

the waves as Ben’s long-armed throw can manage, and persuaded the dogs to play in the water long enough

I suggest, waving vaguely towards the bar further along the beach. “My treat. I

with the kind of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an excuse for

as he smiles, his face transforms. He

in my

sure. What have they

do a bitter chocolate and sour

that’s a bit powerful for me.” He

Of course you will….

man, but I think you’ll always

want something you’re never going

But…. You’re nice….

‘nice’ what

beach again, eating cornets, licking away the dripping

asks. “For a living,

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

“Something different?”

one of the office blocks in the

certainly a change. Which

You know, the one that went up so quickly after

works there. What made

so I’ll be seeing people all

something about that

Well, maybe I’ll get to meet