Bokeh

By A. Octavia

For more than 20 years, Peyton lived a happily married, perfect life. One photo shoot changed everything, awakened something deep inside him he never knew was there, and it changed him forever. 'Bokeh' blurs the line between adultery and self-discovery...

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Octavia
• Release date: Oct 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311173737

A. Octavia

From an ancient desk in a sunlit corner of a room, A. Octavia writes about worlds hidden behind a veil of time and cosmic dust. He also writes an Erotic Blog, and hosts an Erotic Podcast available on iTunes and Stitcher."The world is too big and full of everything to close your eyes and do nothing." -A. Octavia.

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Bokeh

Written by A. Octavia

Bokeh

by A. Octavia

Copyright 2014 A. Octavia

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Chapter 1: Lasting Impressions.

I've never been one of those ultra-kink guys. You know the type: full latex catsuits, masks, leather basements with ceiling hooks... So, when Neil asked me to tag along with her to do a shoot for some upstart fetish company near the hub, I was a bit hesitant. Beside the obvious, the hub was almost twenty hours out of sub-light, and that meant I not only had to convince my wife that I wasn't making a run to some high-end casino with my secretary, I also had to pack all my camera gear and then make the travel arrangements. Neil told me to stop whining, and that she'd do it, but the last time I let her drive--was the last time I let her drive. I made a silent deal with God that if we survived, I'd never let her behind the wheel with me again.

Now, Neil and I went way back a little more than twenty-five years. We met at a coffee social for some backwater political cause on behalf of 'sentient mico-algae.' She was part of the press corp, taking archive stills for Global Press, and I was writing for a sub-net column only making about eighty cents a line. We were both miserable, and like the story goes, we loved each others company. She always had a razor wit and never gave a damn what might shock anyone listening in. Her philosophy was if they were eavesdropping, they deserved a shock to their senses.

When I picked her up the night before the shoot, the first thing I noticed was she wasn't her usual super-chatty self. She didn't even look pissed off about anything in particular. She looked a bit rough, like she hadn't slept much, and she never looked back once the car was packed. She even tossed her phone in the bin in the center console without looking at it. Yeah, something was up, but I didn't press her on it. She always internalized everything, and if you tried to dig it out before it was ready to surface, well, let's just say it was a lot like banging a hammer on a landmine.

So I didn't ask her about it. Thinking back, maybe I should have. The fireworks would have built a good strong wall of animosity that I could have used. Anyway, within an hour, Neil was passed out next to me, curled into the door with her knees drawn up under her. She was always a small woman, but her endless fountain of energy gave me the impression that a firestorm always brewed under her skin, ready to explode at a moment's notice.

From the glow of the dashboard lights, she just looked fragile. It was one of those contradictory moments, like a total eclipse, and it struck me as hard as a slap to my face. I wanted to pull over and drag out my camera to snap a picture, but I knew if the car stopped, she'd just wake up and wonder what the hell I was up to. I tried to get a few with my phone before I hit the jet-way, but the light was horrid. It looked less artistic than creepy. She looked less like a fragile angel and more like a runaway kidnap victim.

I gave up before the last merge sign faded into sight and decided to steel my nerves at the base of the on-ramp. I took a deep breath and slowly pressed the accelerator against the floor. The car rocked back as the passing gear kicked in, and I felt like I might have even left the ground near the top of merge lane. The streetlights blurred for an instant, and I sighed when I saw a clear lane ahead of me. I eased my foot up and thumbed through the auto-route controller on the steering wheel. The magnetic rails under the car energized, and the car jerked a little before it settled into the groove. I checked the computer before I leaned back to stretch. I heard my shoulder pop, and Neil stirred, You drive like shit.

I glared across at her, but she hadn't moved. Yeah, well, at least I stay in my own lane.

Whatever, just wake me up for coffee at the junction.

I see how it is, you just brought me along to be your chauffeur, is that it?

She snored.

The junction was a connecting set