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.

out to sea, not speaking. Then he turns to me. “Can I kiss

don’t reply, simply swaying in towards him. He leans to me, finishing

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 mouth pressed to mine in a

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 me at the waist, drawing me

me again, then away out to sea. “I wanted to do that the other night, but I thought

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

fish she

leap up. God knows I don’t want the car to smell

for the stinking thing, then Scruffy joins in the

up.

persuaded the dogs to play in the water long enough

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

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

smiles, his face transforms. He becomes

juggle change in

What have

chocolate and sour cherry that’s to

a bit powerful for me.”

Of course you will….

a good man, but I think you’ll always choose the

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

But…. You’re nice….

‘nice’ what I

wander along the beach again, eating cornets, licking away

asks. “For a living, I mean? If you don’t

jobs for a lot of people, but

“Something different?”

one

certainly a change.

went up so

sister-in-law works there.

of thing I enjoy doing. I’ll be on their front desk, so I’ll be seeing people

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

Well, maybe I’ll