by Kit Miller September 1890 Togas, Joey found, were a surprisingly comfortable garment, once you got used to them. And didn’t try to move around in them. And provided it was summer. Which it still was, if only barely. He was perched on a stool in Humphrey’s studio, stock-still so he didn’t disturb the meticulously […]
Tag Archives: Kit Miller
28
Dec
A Roomful of Strangers
by Kit Miller There’s all sorts. Short, tall, skinny, fat, Black, Brown, white. Two have entered holding hands, and can’t seem to let go of each other for more than five minutes. That, Marcus thinks, will be interesting. Leaning against the bar, he watches their guests trickle in, nod to each other, or ignore each […]
26
Oct
The Nøkk of Crelan Town
by Kit Miller illustrated by melanofly Ælfric had left the door to his shop ajar, even though the autumn air was becoming vicious. The music drifting inside from the town square was just too beautiful to shut away. Ælfric hummed along as he stacked new firewood on the hearth and hung the cauldron above it. […]
24
Aug
Leisure and Little Luxuries
by Kit Miller London, Mayfair. Saturday, 23rd of August 1890. If Jonathan wanted, he could luxuriate in bed until noon. That very much did not matter, because after having spent most of his life in domestic service, his body woke him up unerringly and irrevocably at half past five. The bloody sun rose later than […]
29
Dec
Nothing They Can Do About It
by Kit Miller ‘Oh, that’s lovely, congratulations,’ Sebastian says after a brief, shocked pause. What he really wants to say is Are you fucking kidding me? Millie, his younger sister, is laughing at the other end of the line. ‘Thank you!’ ‘When did he ask you?’ he asks, resting his forehead against the windowpane in […]
27
Oct
Through The Woods, Homewards
by Kit Miller It was a truly magnificent fox. Its fur was silken and shone even in the fading twilight. Its ears, the backs of them night black, were pricked as it listened out for the faintest rustle of mice, ready, any moment, to pounce. Reinhardt breathed in, and let the arrow fly. The […]
25
Aug
A Snapshot of Married Life
by Kit Miller Marcus’ right hand is fisted in Sebastian’s hair. His hips slap against Sebastian’s ass, snapping his cock in and out of him at an eye watering speed. Sebastian is bent forwards over their sofa, the bones of his hips bruising against the edge of it, his arms pinned behind his back. The […]
23
Jun
The Diary of Mr J. Walker
by Kit Miller illustrated by melanofly Introduction. In 1860, Mr J. Walker, an author, artist, and biologist, spent a summer in Cumberland—now Northern Cumbria—to study and illustrate the local plants and wildlife for his Illustrated Guide to the Flora and Fauna of the Coast of Cumberland, which was published the following year. During his […]
28
Apr
An Unexpected Mole
by Kit Miller illustrated by melanofly another round of Nothing But An Unassuming Valet Spokehamshire, England. December 1885. Yawning, David slumped into his chair. He muttered a ‘good morning’ to Ruth, the maid opening the curtains, and another to Jonathan, who was setting out the laden breakfast tray. David was known for having a voracious […]
25
Feb
All the Flavors in Neapolitan Ice Cream are Delicious
by Kit Miller The moan that came out of Matt’s mouth was, frankly, wanton. He closed his eyes and practically shuddered in bliss. This, this right here, was pleasure, distilled and purified. Matt swallowed and went back for another taste. “I take it they’re good,” said Sinéad, Matt’s best friend of over a decade. Matt […]
27
Aug
Nothing But An Unassuming Valet
by Kit Miller Spokehamshire, England. 9th of September 1885 The twenty-seventh birthday of Lord David Prevost, only child of the Lord Jesse Prevost, the Earl of Spokeham, was the most anticipated event of the season. The manour’s ballroom was packed to the rafters with guests milling about, drinking champagne, laughing, and dancing. Lord David himself […]
25
Jun
Miles and Miles of Ice and Snow
by Kit Miller Fairbanks, Alaska. March 15, 1923. A motley crew it was. Siku and Suka, the wheel dogs, were brothers, both robust and sturdy with the thick coats typical for Inuit dogs, though Henry was sure all kinds of other dog had contributed to their ancestry. Of the team dogs, Orca and Delta, Henry […]
26
Feb
Even Vanilla Is An Achievement For Some People
by Kit Miller Thursday, 3.56 pm. Right on the dot, the door opened and a blast of cold January air wafted through the coffee shop. Matt suppressed a shiver as best as he could and reached for a large cup. This regular’s order was always something else, but the size was the same. “Hey there.” […]
