escaping into reality
Our sex life became a series of conversations prompted by the things we watched on the screen. Nox would sit and watch some of the things as I surfed around the dark web with me. He almost always remained clothed until later in the evening. He never touched himself, he was always watching me. Making …
When Nox said we were going out I had expected to go to dinner and dancing. I didn’t expect for him to walk me into the discrete door of Ooh. I was wearing a pair of khaki’s and nice shirt in anticipation. Nox was wearing the same though that was what he wore in general …
The one thing that I’d come to expect on Thursday night was Nox cooking in my kitchen. He knew I went to the office on Thursday, and he knew I wouldn’t be home. He used his key and he would make dinner. It would be ready on the island on the bar, there would be …
Work was stressing me out, and even though Nox practically lived at my house, he was not going to be around this week. He was prepping for a month long trip to the mountains to teach a bunch of kids about surviving in the woods. I wasn’t sure why that mattered to someone who hunted …
Friday night’s were always the same. Even now that I was with Nox, they stayed the same. He didn’t believe in date night being Friday night. We’d go out whenever the fancy struck. Which for Nox was like never. He liked staying home and curling up with a book while I zoned out in front …
Sage had planned everything. Except I made dinner per his request. It was just a simple grilled steak salad. He was impressed but I felt it was a humble start to a better night that he had planned. I expected that we’d be down in the basement looking over things on his computer, finding whatever …
