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.

not speaking. Then he

He leans to me, finishing the movement, tilting his

air, strawberries, and vanilla. His hand cupping my cheek, his touch is soft, his mouth

for a moment, holding my 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

sea. “I wanted to do that the other night, but I thought maybe I’d be moving

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. This

fish she is holding, letting it fall to the sand. Archie immediately seizes the initiative and starts rolling

don’t want the car to smell

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

leaps up.

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, sweaty and

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

suggests that ice cream is

smiles, his face transforms. He becomes

I juggle change in my pocket. “What are you

not sure. What have

and sour

powerful for me.” He sniffs. “I’ll have

Of course you will….

I think you’ll always choose

You want something you’re never going to

But…. You’re nice….

‘nice’ what I

again, eating cornets,

is it you do?” he asks. “For a

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

“Something different?”

taken on as a concierge in one of the office blocks in the new part of

certainly a

went up so quickly after the old headquarters got burned

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

so I’ll be seeing people all the time. And the company has a good

eyebrows. “Yeah, the sis said something about that

I’ll get to meet