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

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

hand cupping my cheek, his touch

into me once more, but this time, his mouth opens over mine, and he

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

what to say to him. It’s a long time since anyone kissed me in that way. He doesn’t just

that down….” Emma drops the semi-rotted fish

to smell of that on

competing for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins in the melee, and chaos

up. “Scruffy.

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

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

he replies, with the kind of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an excuse for hanging around

smiles, his face transforms. He becomes an

I juggle change in my pocket.

not sure. What have

and sour cherry that’s

powerful for me.”

Of course you will….

I think you’ll always choose the

want something you’re never going

But…. You’re nice….

Is ‘nice’

the beach again, eating cornets, licking away the dripping

you do?” he asks. “For a

those dream jobs for a lot of people, but I

“Something different?”

one of the office blocks in the

a change. Which

that went up so quickly after the

works there. What made you pick

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

said something about that too. She’s going through their training program as

I’ll