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 […]
Tag Archives: Kit Miller
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 […]
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 […]
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.” […]