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.

Then he turns to me. “Can

finishing the movement, tilting his head

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

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

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

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

Will you put that down….” Emma drops the semi-rotted fish she is holding, letting it fall to the sand. Archie immediately seizes the initiative and starts rolling

the car to smell of that on the way

too, competing for the stinking thing, then Scruffy

leaps up. “Scruffy.

persuaded the dogs to play in the

vaguely towards the bar further along

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

face

bar, I juggle change in

not sure. What have they

chocolate and

bit powerful for me.”

Of course you will….

good man, but I

want something you’re

But…. You’re nice….

Is ‘nice’ what I

again, eating

a living, I mean? If you don’t

of those dream jobs for a

“Something different?”

on as a concierge in one of

a

You know, the one that went up so quickly after the old

“My sister-in-law works there. What made you pick

I enjoy doing. I’ll be on their front desk, so I’ll be seeing people all the time. And the company has a good reputation for training, and especially for

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

maybe I’ll get