Glory Hole Confessional

[kitschobrien]

“It’s not proper, you know,” he said, tipping his beer so that it emptied into the plant pot next to their table, wetting cracked dirt and discarded cigarette butts, “a woman drinking from a bottle.”

Millicent sat back in her chair, dark eyes bright with amusement. She was sort of attractive in the dim pub light. Tapping the last

Comments

[lauredhel3019]

Got me hooked after the third sentence. :) Enjoyed this very much! And agree - it's clearly screaming for MORE! ;D

[kitschobrien]

Thank you for the kind comment. As for more... maybe.

[fauxpersonae007]

I think your word choice is beautiful. It really makes everything, from the pain of his realization to the actual sex, just lyrical.

Most days he blended against the white marble walls of the Manor like a melancholy albino chameleon

That is such a great visual. Lovely work.

[kitschobrien]

Thank you very much for such a thoughtful comment! I'm terribly flattered.

[tigersilver]

That was both stunning and visceral. I read it with my jaw dropped, literally, and was not able to stop reading nor tear my eyes from the screen till I was finished. That's incredible, that piece of work: powerful and so deep in to the whole experience, that I am left gaping in awe. Wow! Whoa! To say it was an excellent fic is a pure understatement.

[kitschobrien]

Such a lovely comment. Thanks so much for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it.