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Kirstie's Tale

Kirstie's Tale

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A Tale of Lovers & The Meeting Of Strangers Kirstie lives alone and values her independence. When faced with the choice of two very different men, who will she choose as her lover? And in her professional life, in her new job how does she handle finding that her new company director is a Dom she once knew, James? A BDSM Erotic Romance Kirstie's Tale is created by Simone Leigh, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.
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Chapter 1

I sit on the dune, staring out to sea where, under a stiff breeze the surf rolls in, tossing its white horses onto the beach.

The surf fascinates me, frothing and boiling as it dances over the sand, holding me in its spell in the way a flame will hypnotise, enrapturing the eye. A million white foaming bubbles race and toss and die, only to be reborn on the next wave.

The dogs frolic in the waves; at least Emma, Meg and Archie do. Mac is far too dignified to get wet, and he settles for exploring the strand line, poking through seaweed, dead crabs and driftwood. Sometimes, he finds a plastic bottle or other floater that he identifies as entertainment, bringing over his offering and inviting me to do something interesting with this enticing object, like play tag or fetch, or make it go...

If I'm really lucky, he'll find a dead seagull and roll. As it is, the car is going to be full of salt and sand, but everyone, me included, will have had a good day's exercise.

The sky is blue and bright, white clouds scudding high above, speeding across an azure dome, silvered at the edges by brilliant sunshine.

It is a perfect day.

I'm dragged from my thoughts by excited yapping. Meg has something in her mouth and is making threats to another dog; a stranger,

What has she found?

It's a dog toy, one of the rope tuggers, and it's not hers. Its owner, some sort of terrier, ears askew and fur sticking out at odd angles, is not cowed by her threats, the two squaring-up for combat.

From off-stage a man comes jogging in, calling. I close in on the pair as well. Meg can be a snappy little madam when she wants to be.

“Meg..." I call. “Come on, Meg. Give it to me."

Reaching carefully, I take the toy from her. She grumbles but doesn't snap. Once of a day, I couldn't have done this with Meg, but she's improved a lot in the couple of years since I brought her home from the shelter.

Offering the tugger back to the stranger. “Sorry about that. Meg thinks she owns all the toys in the world."

He laughs. “Thanks. Don't worry about it. They can be like that, can't they?"

I don't recognise the man. Letting my gaze wander over him, I try not to be too obvious about it. He's nice looking; not spectacular, but... nice... Taller than me, he is dark-haired, with steel grey eyes set into a serious, almost stern face. He is casually dressed in trainers and sweats... of course he is, out jogging on the beach.

He glances around. “Are all this lot yours? Four of them?

“Yes, all mine. Everyone has a vice. Mine's that I'm a serial dog rescuer."

“You're not kidding... four?"

“I never intended to have so many, but when they turn up, well... what do you do?"

He nods. “I bet you never have any trouble when you're out, walking with your wolf pack."

It sounds like a joke, but he doesn't smile.

“You're not wrong there," I reply.

“Oh, I'm Ben, by the way." He holds out his hand to shake, and I take it.

“Kirstie."

“Nice to meet you Kirstie. You come here often?"

“Yes, most weekends. It gives the dogs a good run, me a good walk and I love to sit and watch the sea."

“Yeah, me too. It's a good place..." He hesitates, as though he wants to say something else, then, “Anyway, I'd better go finish my run. Scruffy there wants to be off..."

“Scruffy?" I call after him, as he trots away. “What kind of name is that?"

Still jogging, he turns, running backwards for a few steps. “Well, look at him. What would you call him?" Then he turns again, continuing on his way.

*****

Back at home, I open up my laptop, checking e-mails and the 'dating' site I use.

Mmmm...

I trawl through what's come in. It's the usual stuff. I never make the first approach, always letting 'them' to come to me, and the responses to my profile, as ever, run the full range from the sublime to the ridiculous.

“I have read your profile and you look very nice. I am looking for a long-term friendship and hopefully more..."

So... you haven't read my profile...

I am very clear that I want casual contacts, a bit of fun a couple of times a week, have a meal, conversation, throw each other around between the sheets for an hour or so, some pillow talk and then, a firm “Goodbye."

I want my bed to myself in the morning. I like to wake up alone.

I will remain in charge of my life...

I scan more of the messages.

Image of genitals... Delete.

Image of full frontal with blurred out face... Ugh! Delete.

“Knight in shining armour seeks maiden with can opener..." I chuckle but delete anyway. That sounds a bit too romantic for me.

“Hi. I can c from your Birthday that u r a Scorpio. The sexyest of the signs. I am a Scorpio too..." Oh, God. You don't believe in all that stuff, do you? Can't spell

or be bothered to try

either... Delete.

“You just want to fuck? Great. Me too. I'm really well hung..." Picture of genitals... OMG! Look at the size of that thing... Delete

“Hey... you look cool. You've tried the Rest now try the Best..." Cheesy, or what? Delete.

“Hi. I don't want to sound conceited, but I'm pretty good looking. Do you like being eaten out? It's a deal breaker for me if you don't like being eaten out..." Delete

It's looking like a poor crop for today's harvest, but then...

“Hi Debbie. I just read your profile and it looks pretty good. I get it that you like to keep things casual, but you still enjoy good company. If you can't have a conversation with someone you're 'sleeping'' with, what's the point? That's what I'm looking for too. Why don't you take a look at my profile and see if it you are interested? If you like what you see, then get back to me and we can chat. All the Best, Ryan"