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 I kiss

reply, simply swaying in towards him. He leans to me, finishing

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

leans into me once more, but this time, his mouth opens

to do

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. This man

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

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

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

leaps up. “Scruffy.

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,

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

of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an

as he smiles, his face transforms.

juggle change in my

sure. What have they

bitter chocolate and sour cherry that’s

bit powerful for me.” He sniffs.

Of course you will….

a good man, but I think you’ll

you. You want something you’re never going to get from

But…. You’re nice….

Is ‘nice’ what

eating cornets, licking away the dripping

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

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

certainly a

the one that went up so quickly after the old headquarters got

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

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 promoting

about that too. She’s going through

I’ll