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 I

me, finishing the movement, tilting his head to

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

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

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

since anyone kissed me in

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

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

competing for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins in the

leaps up. “Scruffy.

manage, and persuaded the dogs to play in the water long enough to get rid of the worst of the smell, we

bar further along the beach. “My treat. I owe you a

that suggests that ice cream is just

as he smiles, his face transforms. He becomes an attractive

I juggle change in my pocket. “What are

not sure. What have they

bitter chocolate and sour cherry that’s to die

bit powerful for me.” He

Of course you will….

good man, but I think you’ll always

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

But…. You’re nice….

‘nice’ what

beach again, eating

is it you do?” he asks. “For a living, I mean? If

for a lot of people, but

“Something different?”

as a concierge in one of the office blocks in the

certainly a change. Which

Building. You know, the one that went

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

be seeing people all

his eyebrows. “Yeah, the sis said something about that too.

maybe I’ll get to