Choosing Her Lover

*****

‘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

don’t reply, simply swaying in towards him. He leans to me, finishing the

hand cupping my cheek, his touch is

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

again, then away out to sea. “I wanted to do

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

provide my excuse to break away. “Emma! Will you put that down….” Emma drops the semi-rotted fish she is holding, letting it

God knows I don’t want the car to

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

leaps up.

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

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

smile that suggests that ice

he smiles, his face

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

What have

do a bitter chocolate and sour

me.” He sniffs.

Of course you will….

but I think

to you. You want

But…. You’re nice….

Is ‘nice’ what I

again, eating

he asks. “For a living, I

at all. I was a pastry chef. I know it’s one of those dream jobs for a lot of people, but I

“Something different?”

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

certainly a change. Which

went up so quickly after

works there. What made you pick that

seeing

“Yeah, the sis said something about that

maybe I’ll get to