Do Men Enjoy Sucking On Women’s Milk-Filled Breasts? by The Love Doctor

The Love Doctor

For women, having their breasts caressed and nipples sucked can produce an orgasm. “I absolutely love for my man to suck, lick, tease and gently bite my nipples,” says Lisa, 22, a freshman at Columbia University.”
 
She adds, “Interestingly enough, when my man is stressed or just needing to feel comforted or loved, he enjoys sucking my breasts as if he’s nursing. This is a huge bonding experience for us both, and I really enjoy it.”
 
I love it when my man makes circles around my breasts with his finger or tongue.  When he’s eating me out, I pinch and rub my own nipples,” says Donna, 23, a sophomore at Yale University.  “I also love it when he sucks on my nipples as if he’s nursing.  I can cum from nipple or clitoral stimulation.  It just takes longer with nipple stimulation.”
 
A woman with 34 B size breasts says that her jet black nipples are huge and always look erect. She says that she has been embarrassed by them most of her life and used to hide them under loose-fitting clothing and tight bras. “I have gotten into non-piercing nipple jewelry, which looks very classy,” she says.
 
“My breasts were so sensitive that it used to drive me crazy,” she says.  “I would climax several times a day merely from fabric rubbing across them.  I remained wet and sexually aroused for long periods of time without being able to get much work done.  I’m lucky that my husband loves nipples and that they’re part of our lovemaking.”
 
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Another woman claims that she loves having her breasts sucked. She also likes to show them off. “ I love to perform oral sex on him and then let  him suck the hell out of my breasts,” she says.  “My favorite part of foreplay activity is running my hard nipples down my partner’s back and buttocks.” 

Here’s what another woman has to say about getting her breasts sucked.  “I also have to be another voice for the fantasy of a woman playing with my breasts.  I definitely want to find a lady that is willing to let me play tirelessly with her breasts: in my face, licking, sucking, rubbing and enjoying them.” She says that she is straight, but that she finds images of women’s breasts hot.
 
Men are very attracted to breasts because of the firmness, shape and size. Breasts are not only meant for nursing, but for stimulation and arousal of sexual feelings in both men and women. As part of the foreplay, most men enjoy gliding their tongues over a woman’s nipples and placing them in their mouths while sucking and nibbling on them. Some men love to cup a woman’s breast while pinching the other one with their thumb and index finger; whereas, other men enjoy sucking on a woman’s breasts- milk or no milk, and not only sucking, but salivating on them and massaging them with their saliva.
 
I’m a 35-year-old bachelor and my greatest weakness is a woman with big lactating breasts.  I enjoy playing and sucking on breast milk as a tool for foreplay.  Sometimes I bathe my erection with breast milk before and after sex, if the woman is lactating,” states Shahil of Delhi, India.
 
When I was breast feeding and my husband and I would have sex, he would suck on them some times and not mind the milk because it was so sweet but he wouldn’t do it just for the milk,” states Briana, location hidden.
 
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 Bio: The Love Doctor is a professional writer from the State of Florida.  She was born and raised in Miami.  She is a graduate of Florida International University School of Journalism and Mass Communication program.  She has a Bachelor’s of Science Degree in Broadcast journalism. 

How Does A Man Know When A Woman Cums?

Well, fellas, that’s a tough question?  Women certainly know when men cum but guys are at a disadvantage.  When men cum it’s all over her breasts, her face, in her mouth, in her vagina and in her butt: I mean a woman knows when a man cums.  How do men know when women cum?

To tell you the truth, I don’t know.  And I’m an older man with a history behind me.  Okay, this is how men can “guess” when a woman cums.

Her hold on you (arms and legs) will tighten noticeably.

Her face will get very flush.

Her toes will curl.

Her body will go stiff.

Her body will go into spasms.

She’ll say something like, “Honey, I’m cumming!”

Other than that guys, I can’t help you.

Book Review

BOOK REVIEW:

Compressionism: The Pittsburgh Stories by Guy Hogan

Reviewed by Jan Harris

Associate Editor, Flash Me Magazine

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In “Compressionism: The Pittsburgh Stories,” Guy Hogan presents a series of short stories, and a novella, in a fresh, new, style of writing.

Compressionism, a style developed by Hogan himself, presents a story as a series of images, which can best be compared to a silent film. The stories are set in either the Vietnam War, or against the Pittsburgh college scene.

The very first story in the book, aptly named Genesis, presents Scott Delaney, a character who turns up again in later stories. He is an American Soldier, his helicopter under fire from the Viet Cong. As in all the stories, there is no exposition, the brief scene is told in a series of staccato sentences, which present the events and leaves the reader to interpret them.

“Scott looked out the porthole behind him. Now he could not see the landing zone. There were only trees everywhere. Suddenly they were in the trees. He was flung against the port hull. Everyone shouting. He was flung back against the starboard hull, except now it was the deck. Others fell on top of him, everyone shouting.”

This creates a fast paced, vivid story, which takes shape in front of the reader’s eyes, and which is all the more memorable for the absence of exposition. Hogan suggests that 1,000 words is a good length for a compressionist short story. There are certainly many examples of stories of this length and less in the book.

In just two pages, the Big 5-0 is the story of Nate Johnson on his 50th birthday. The story opens with a photograph of Nate as a young man – a soldier in South Vietnam – and then presents a series of images of him with his family. The skillful combination of these images with totally believable dialogue, gives the reader a compelling snapshot of Nate and his wife and children. The characters come to life in a way that is often not achieved in stories of much greater length.

Although many of the stories are very short, they seem much longer because much of the story is in the sub-text. These are stories that reward readers who like to think for themselves.

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Compressionism: The Pittsburgh Stories is only $6.00.  Download your copy in minutes.

Eating A Woman Until She Cums

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Today, we will discuss orally pleasuring a woman.

Hello, bloggers, writers, Flash Fiction Fanatics and lovers.  The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is turning into the Playboy Magazine of flash fiction blogs.  But I digress.

Why do women who enjoy being eaten love it so much?  Because the tongue and lips of the lover can be brought in direct contact with the clitoris, something the penis does not do when it is being plunged and withdrawn from the vagina.  The clitoris is the center of a woman’s sexual pleasure.  The clitoris is at the top of the vagina just within the lips.

It can be even more pleasurable for a woman when her lover not only applies tongue and lips to her clitoris and to the lips of the vagina but also works around and around and around two fingers inside the vagina cavity at the same time the woman is being eaten.

Don’t ask me how I know these things.  You learn a lot about sex when you live long enough to be an Old Soldier.

Fingering Your Girlfriend

 
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What guy hasn’t fingered his girlfriend?  What woman hasn’t been fingered by her boyfriend?  And of course husbands have done it to their wives.  It’s all part of making love.  Or if you must be crude about it, fucking.

Working two fingers into a woman is a good way to get her ready.  She will let you know how it feels.  Usually, it feels pretty good.  Her moans and groans confirm it.  And even if she is not a noise maker, she doesn’t have to say a word.  The love juices of her vagina will flow more and more freely as her body prepares itself for some hard meat.

The Old Soldier even wrote a flash fiction story about this universal sexual act.  I dedicate this story to all the women in the world who have been finger fucked and liked it.  And here it is: Orgasm

For more great erotica, click on the Sexy Stories tab at the top of the page.

Taking Photos Of A Naked Woman

I Shot This Photo With A Disposable Camera In My Apartment About Five Years Ago

Okay guys, listen up.  The Old Soldier is just an amateur photographer but I’ll tell you what I know about taking a photograph of a naked woman.

The first thing you have to understand is that your job is to make her look the best she can look naked.  Now she is already doing you a big favor of taking off her clothes even if she’s your wife or girlfriend; but a lot of women would like to see what they look like naked in a photograph.  It’s the society and the times that we live in.  They just want to look good.

All women have good and bad photographic qualities.  You must emphasize her good qualities and hide as best you can her bad qualities.  The most important thing for you to do is to have plenty of lighting.  Lighting is the key.

And when you shoot, shoot several shots from different angles (straight up and down and horizontal are the best) because out of 100 shots, you may like 30 but she will only like 10.

The Last Nude Photos

The Real Reason Young Women Willingly Do Porn

I ran the following article, Laurence Fishburne’s Daughter Does Porn, on August 6, 2010.  It was my effort to discuss pornography in an intelligent way.  The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is about many things: the life of a writer, writing, flash fiction, current events, society and sexuality.  It is this mixture that I hope makes this online magazine unique.

If you are connected to what is going on online and in many modern societies, you know about pornography.  I find pornography a valid subject for serious study.

Celebrities like Kim Kardashian, Pamela Anderson and Paris Hilton use “leaked” porn videos to advance their careers.  Montana’s porn video has not helped her career because she was not a celebrity to begin with.  Her father, Laurence Fishburne, is the celebrity.  She is just the daughter of a celebrity.

Pornography is here to stay.  Pornography is big, big business.  Bigger than the movies and the music recording industry combined.  So, here is the Old Soldier’s humble contribution to the study of porn in American society.

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Laurence Fishburne’s Daughter Does Porn

It is no surprise to me that the 19-year-old daughter of award-winning actor Laurence Fishburne has just done her first porno movie.

Hello hello hello, my brother and sister bloggers, writers and Flash Fiction Fanatics.  Media reports have surfaced that Montana Fishburne has just starred in her first porn movie.  Her dad must be stunned.  And reports say that the award-winning actor is devastated, but I’m not surprised by what his daughter has done.  She moved out of the house when she was 18.

One source quoted Montana Fishburne as saying, “Being in an adult film is not a big deal to me.”

The Old Soldier is no prude, but I must admit that when I try to get inside the heads of all these young girls who voluntarily allow their bodies to be ravished I can’t make that transition.  Once, I did write a flash fiction story about a young woman who talks her boyfriend into making sex tapes and selling them on the Internet.  The only motivations I could think of giving this young woman were money, notoriety and just  plain exhibitionism mixed with plenty of youthful lust.  But from the vantage point of my age, 63, is that enough?  I guess when you’re 19 years old like Montana Fishburne it is.

I wrote the following news commentary about adult videos a few weeks ago.  Of course, I wasn’t writing about young girls with famous fathers.

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News: A Commentary About Adult Videos

Pornography was around long before the Internet.  It was around before the invention of writing.  It can be found in numerous scenes painted on the walls of caves by our ancestors.  The Internet has sent the production and consumption of porn into overdrive.  An ever-increasing number of willing young women are showing up in porn videos.  Why?

I have read reports that the porn industry makes more billions of dollars than the movie industry and the music industry combined.  I have no doubt that the day will come when the porn-industry lobby will be one of the most powerful lobbies in Washington D.C. 

The Old Soldier is no prude.  My own niece has been a webcam stripper since she was 19.  She’s in her early 20s now and makes more money each year than I ever made each year I was working before I retired.  She doesn’t do hard-core pornography…yet.

It is my belief that the stream of young women into porn is only going to increase.  Already, young women text pictures of themselves nude.  They make home videos of themselves having sex.  The logical next step is to get paid to do what they are already doing.  And if that means having sex with one or more strange men, so be it.

Being in a porn video does not carry the sort of stigma it use to for many young women between the ages of 18 and 25, many who are in college.  They use false names, withhold the names of their universities and then proceed to allow their bodies to be ravaged.  For so many of them, it’s naughty and very exciting stuff, all those aroused men and all those video cameras pointed at them, all those flash cameras going off in the background.  Often, the women have their own orgasms.  It’s easy money.

Like any industry, some porn sites are run better than others.  The smart porn sites make the shoots fun for the women. 

There is one site that interviews the women before the shoot.  The interview is done in an office, the women in their street clothes.  The guy doing the interview has a talent for making these young women relax, to feel more comfortable about what is about to happen.  The interview makes the women seem very human.  They are definitely not porn stars.  They are strictly amateurs.  This site only wants amateurs.  Many of the amateurs are articulate. 

After the shoot the women are again in their street clothes in the office for a final interview.  They are asked what they thought of the shoot, what they did and did not like.  You would be surprised at what many of them liked.  In describing the shoot the women often use the term ”fun.”

 A large percentage of these young women offer to come back and shoot another video.  They agree to do things in the next video that they did not do in the first video.  Some have such a good time in the first video that they end up recommending their friends to the site.  You can’t pay for that sort of publicity.  In this way, the site has a never-ending stream of willing, young and attractive women to have in its sex videos. 

This can be easy money for the young women who do porn as a youthful experiment and then get out.  The trick seems to be not to end up on poorly run sites and not to become addicted to the easy money.

I can see the day coming when it won’t be unusual for a happily married woman in her 40s to be having a morning cup of coffee with her best female friend and to confide in her friend that she was pretty wild in her teens and 20s, that she did five porn videos from the time she was 18 to the time she was 26; only to have the best friend ask, “Did you ever see any of ’Mary’s Hot Gangbangs’?”

“You mean…”

“Yep, that was little old me.  I had orgasms all over the place.  The site kept bringing me back because they knew I wasn’t faking.  The guys subscribing to the site knew I wasn’t faking.  I ended doing seven gangbangs in all.”

“Does Steve know?”

“He would die.  Bob?”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

The End

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Fiction: The $2,000 Payday by Guy Hogan

Sony DCR PC100E Video Camera

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The video begins.  An attractive young woman in a black dress and black, strappy heels sits back against a row of snow-white, fluffy pillows on a large bed covered with snowy-white sheets.  There are paintings of beautiful landscapes in frames on the wall above the headboard of the bed.  The young woman smiles and has a look of expectancy and excitement on her face.

“Alright,” a male voice says.  “You’re a sophomore at a local college which will remain nameless.”  The video shakes a little.  It is obvious that the male speaking is using a hand-held video camera.  “Can we say the college is not for dummies?”

“No,” she says.  “It’s not for dummies.”

“What did we agree to call you?”

“Bella.”

“Bella.  I like that.  It’s not your real name.”

“No.”

“Bella, have you ever had sex with ten men at the same time?”

“I’ve only had one real boyfriend and we broke up.”

“You are about to service ten cocks.”

Bella looks around the room and does a quick count of the naked men who are off camera.  Many of the naked men are playing with themselves and several already have serious erections.  A couple of the men seem to be in their 20s but most seem to be in their 30s and 40s and one appears to be in his 50s.  Bella laughs.

“Now, Bella, this is your third video for me, your first gangbang.  These are my friends.  They help me out in the gangbangs.  We’re all nice guys.  We’re not here to hurt you.  We’re here to show you a good time.  Are you nervous?”

“This is really exciting.”

“In our very first emails you said you liked life experiences.”

“Yes, I do.”

“I think you will remember this one.  Alright, fellas.  I see one hot nineteen-year-old woman who wants to make your acquaintance.  Let’s get started.”

By the eleven-minute mark of the video, Bella is naked, except for her shoes, on her back, her head turned to her left as she sucks on a swollen penis, her eyes closed, her right hand stroking another swollen penis as one of the men keeps plunging his swollen penis in her vagina, the lips of her vulva prominent, her pubic hairs shaved.  Every once in a while the flash of a camera goes off.

Hands tenderly, almost lovingly move over her white skin.  The men talk and joke among themselves.  Sometimes Bella stops sucking to laugh, too.  The jokes are never derogatory to her.  The men constantly complement what she is doing, how sweet she is and how hot she is.  Bella even joins in the banter and the men laugh appreciatively at her jokes.  But she has little time for jokes.  The atmosphere is very relaxed.  The men urge each other on and they urge Bella on.  

“Share the mouth, honey,” the videoman says.  Bella turns her head to her right and sucks on that penis.  “That’s a good girl.”

“Look how pretty her skin is.”

“This pussy is so tight.”

“She is definitely marriage material.”

Bella’s breathing becomes more and more labored.  Low grunts begin to escape from her.  Now and then she has to stop sucking to catch her breath.  Bella is once again sucking on the swollen penis on her left.

The man on Bella’s right asks, “Does she like cum?”

The videoman says, “She loves it.”

The man on her right is stroking his swollen penis.  “Bella,” he says, “I have a load for you.”

Bella stops sucking the man on her left.  Opens her eyes, turns her head to the right, opens her mouth and the man ejaculates in her mouth.  She turns to the camera, her mouth open to reveal the cum inside and then she swallows it down.

In the space of two minutes she swallows four more mouthfuls of cum.

All this time the man between her wide open legs has been plunging his swollen penis deep in her vagina, her body in constant motion from his repeated thrusts.  Now he also uses his left thumb to massage her clitoris.

Bella’s grunts have become louder and closer together.  Now she ignores the swollen penises around her face.  She raises her head to look down between her legs.  She holds two fistfuls of the white sheets.  She closes her eyes.  Her face contorts.

“Oh, shit,” she says.  “Oh, shit.  Oh, shit.  Oh, fuck.  Oh, fuck.  Oh, fuck.”

The men urge her on.  “Bella, go for it…The camera loves a cumming girl…Make her cum…Make her moan.”  The camera flashes are now constant.

Between grunts and moans Bella gives one last, “Oh, fuck.”  Her body tenses forward.  The room is strangely silent, except for the clicking camera flashes going off, as the men watch her.  And the video camera distinctly catches the subtle trembling of her breasts.  One second.  Two seconds.  Three seconds.  Four seconds.  Five seconds.

Bella catches her breath and collapses back against the white sheets.  The action continues for forty more minutes.  Sometimes Bella is on her back and sometimes she’s on her hands and knees; but there is nearly always a swollen penis working her mouth and one working her vagina at the same time.  When the men have orgasms they ejaculate in her mouth.  Stray cum streaks her face.  During the video Bella swallows 15 loads of cum.

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At the end of the video Bella has showered, changed clothes and now sits in the office with the man who shot the video.

The man says, “Okay, I’m filming the interview.  That’s why these cameras are set up.  So, what did you think?”

“I loved, loved, loved it.  I’m a happy girl.  I’m exhausted.”

“You really earned your money.”

“I think I did.”

“I’m not blowing smoke up your dress.  This is one of the hottest videos I’ve shot in over 10 years.”

“Why thank you so much.”

“How many orgasms did you have?”

“How many?  Around five or six.  I stopped counting after three.”

“What would you do if your parents or friends found one of the videos you’ve done for me?”

“I don’t know.  Deny it’s me.”

“Well, you’ve done three videos for me.”

“I know.  I’m not an amateur anymore.  I guess this is the end of my career.”

“Everyone in the business is not as nice as I am.”

“I know.”

“Or have nice friends like I do.”

“I know.”

“I have some papers for you to sign.  You’ll be on your way in ten minutes.  Finish your education.  That’s the best thing for you to do.  Say goodbye to our viewing audience.”

Bella looks into one of the cameras, wiggles the fingers of her right hand and then blows the audience a kiss.

The End

Fiction: Waiting On The Riverbank by Susan Dale

Father & SonFramed in sunset the father seemed an Asian portrait.  Behind him, sundown colors illuminated his face.  In front of him, the dark river was gilded gold from the brightness of the sun.

Tonight, the father sat atop a pile of sandbags, and tipped a coconut half to drink from it watery milk.  He put the shell down, and with his hand shielding the sun’s glare, he again took up his watch.  Through gray mornings, through sun-baked days that slipped into silver twilights, he sat; he watched.  Waiting yet when the first stars of night hung onto twilight.

‘And so,’ he thought.  ‘Another day without my son.’

The father’s face was etched with the furrows of the many years of which his eyes had given over their color.  His face reflected his sad longings, both for his son, and for the hut that he and his boy left behind when they were herded up and drug to this refugee camp called a hamlet, by these round-eyes from across the sea.  Mixed up in his thoughts were his forsaken hut and his lost son.  One intertwined with the other, and they both wrestled with his creature struggle for survival; his time on earth too lonely and sad to go on, versus an indomitable ure to live.

On the days when despair blackened his thoughts, the father told himself that his hut had long been overtaken by the rapacious growth of the mountain jungles.  ‘Yes, and there will be a sapper behind every tree and My-My (American) bombs overhead.  My son is lost and so I have no one to go back with me.’

But on the days when his need to live emerged strong, the father’s heart filled with longings that took him back to the abandoned hut.  He loved most the hut’s mossy roof studded with wildflowers.  When he thought of it, involuntarily, his hands wavered in the air.  In his thoughts, his hands were running across the velvety moss of the hut’s roof.  On those bright days of wildflowers and his son’s spontaneous laughter clear and true in his mind, the father took despair and processed it into faith.  He saw his hut just as it was when he and his boy left it…on a beaten path, and protected by the long shadows of the Sip San Mountain.  And the most happy moment in his dreams?  Inside the hut, under the roof of moss was his son, no longer lost as he was on the days of his father’s despair; those agonizing days when his father saw quite clearly that he was gone.

But hope and despair were weak compared to the father’s overwhelming emotion…to sit on the riverbank and wait.  Wait with his gaze stretched out across the horizon and down the river to time.

Gently, did he call to the boys at the river’s edge: he saw them beating schools of tiny fish into hand-held, bamboo nets, “Have you seen my boy?”

They called back, “In a dugout canoe round a ben of the river.”

“When?”

“Many days ago.”

‘Yes, that could be my son,’ thought the father but he couldn’t be certain.

Yesterday, a fisherman on a sampan that floated by told the father he had seen a young man being captured by Kurilian pirates, and taken downstream to work the rubber plantations recently overtaken by the Viet Cong.

So many false sightings, so many conflicting stories; the father grew more confused every day.  But his fierce, inexplicable, infinite patience kept him on the riverbank.

He was still there at dusk when the fishing boys headed for their village.  On the riverbank searching and waiting when drifts of monsoon clouds dusted the moon.  And while he was waiting, the father fell asleep to dream into the night.  In his dreams, the river churned into a spunky water child that skipped over rocks.  It swirled with foamy shoals of fish, then deepened into currents too wild for him to overcome.

Wakened by his own sobbing, the father knew before he could bring himself to say it, either silently or aloud; yes, his son was gone.

The End

Bio: Susan Dale writes regularly for print magazines WestWard Quarterly, Pegasus and Hudson Review.  Online she has poems and fiction on Eastown Fiction, Tryst 3, Word Salad, Pens On Fire and Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette to name a few.  In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.

How To Write A Great Flash Fiction Story About Sex

If you want to write a really good story about sex, forget the sex.  Concentrate on the dynamics of the relationship (s) of the people involved in the sex.  The days of just fucking is over.  We’re talking about really good sex short stories.  There will always be a market for trash; but we are not talking about trash.  We are talking about writing a first-class flash fiction story.

When you write your story about sex, pay as much attention to things like character motivation, dialogue, locale…You know, just as if you were writing a mainstream or a literary flash fiction story.

Then when you slip the sex in the situation will feel more life-like.  And that’s as hot as it gets.

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Life, Writing And Over 5,000 Hits For January

And you thought this news magazine was only about naked women.

The Old Soldier has 65 years of life to look back on.  Ladies and gentlemen, the Old Soldier fucked up a lot.  He also accomplished a lot.

I’ve been lucky.  I distinctly remember wandering around at night in Vietnam in front of a sister battery and having my head almost blown off by the muzzle blast of a 105 mm howitzer.

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This is a good time to reflect on life as I lay here on the sofa with two pillows under my weary head and jot things down in my notebook and wait for my computer to finish a security scan as I do a load of clothes in the laundry room downstairs.

There’s karaoke tonight at Del’s.  I phoned the Matriarch on Wednesday and promised I would phone my younger brother Anthony (Tony) who lives in an assistant living facility; but he would probably ask me if I was going to karaoke tonight and I don’t want to lie to him.  He has not had a drink in over two years.  He is the classic drunk, always one drink away from disaster.

I’ll phone him Saturday or Sunday.

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Tomorrow, when I go back to Del’s to see Rick and Di, my baby boomer peeps, I’ll first stop at The Big Idea Bookstore to pick up a booklet or two of fiction by some local aspiring writers in a continued efforts to find new contributors for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.

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Today, my stats page said that the PFF Gazette went over 5,000 hits for the month of January.  There are still four days left in this month.  My goal is for this news magazine to get at least 10,000 hits every month.  Only time will tell if that is a realistic goal.

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Publication In The PFF Gazette Is A Good Start

Aspiring writers, the Old Soldier has your back.  As of this morning the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette has gotten 4,747 hits for the month of January.  Not bad for a little niche blog about flash fiction.

As the Old Soldier ponders how to increase the readership of this news magazine even more, he wants to make this publication the showpiece for the work of aspiring writers.

I publish poems, non-fiction and fiction by aspiring and veteran writers.  So, take your shot.  Submit something.  At the top of the page are three tabs: Anything Goes is for non-fiction, Send Poetry is for poetry and Submissions is for fiction.

Good luck.  I’m rooting for you.

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Fiction S-Z (a sequel)

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It’s early afternoon here in Pittsburgh.  The Old Soldier is getting a late start.  I was out and about last night.  Del’s had karaoke last night.  It’s something new.  And of course there is regular karaoke on Friday night.  The Old Soldier’s social life is improving.  Karaoke allows the Old Soldier to shine. 

Now that I have financial stability, retirement feels pretty good.  The older I get the bolder I get.  I sure am talking a lot about myself in this post; but it has been years since the Old Soldier was this happy.

So, please forgive me.

The high today in Pittsburgh will be 47 with scattered rain.

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Tell all your friends about this magazine of serious writing and brazen sexuality.

Read.  Study.  Write.

Writing: Dialogue Is Not A Dirty Word

Good dialogue brings a character to life better than any other device that the writer has in his or her tool box; but good dialogue is not easy to write.  Maybe the Old Soldier can give you a few pointers.

I guess the first thing that a writer must understand about dialogue is that dialogue is not just people talking.  Dialogue is “directed” conversation that must do several things to be effective.

It must characterize what kind of person the speaker is.  It must carry tension or conflict.  It must move the story to its conclusion.

It can also hint at locale and action.  It can hint at the past, the future and it can hint at the nature of a relationship.

And one other thing.  Long patches of dialogue come off more like speeches than like people talking to each other.  One, two or three lines of dialogue by one character is usually enough.  Then it’s someone else’s turn to talk.

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The Best In Erotic Flash Fiction Entertainment And Much More

If you enjoy good writing and you are open-minded about sex, this news magazine is for you. 

I’m your host, the Old Soldier.  I call myself the Old Soldier because I’m a Vietnam War veteran.  I call this blog a news magazine because its editorial content covers blogging and writing with commentaries and reports on items in the media and on life that the blog’s readership may be interested in.  Female sexuality is one of these items.

The Old Soldier will guarantee you two things.  You will find content that may be too sexually explicit for your enjoyment; but you will also find content that you will enjoy very much: like some of the best mainstream, literary, erotic and sexually explicit flash fiction on the internet.

And I am eager to publish your poem, non-fiction and short story.  Check out Send Poetry, Anything Goes and Submissions at the top of the page.  The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette has gotten over 4, 500 hits so far this month.  People will see your work.

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Successful Blogging After The Age Of 60

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I believe I can speak with some authority on this subject.  The Old Soldier is 65 years old and in a good place in his life.  Oh, sure, I wish I was richer, younger and better looking; but none of that is going to happen.

The Old Soldier does have working-class financial security because of Social Security and two pensions; and he is in good health.

This does not mean that I can’t drop dead before I finish this post.  It does mean that I have an opportunity to blog full-time; and I love being a full-time blogger.  This is the best job I’ve ever had in my life.  And maybe one day I’ll actually make some money from my little blog.  This blog now gets over 5,000 hits a month.  Can 6,000 hits a month be far behind?

The point of this post is this: old age can provide a person with opportunities that he or she did not have when he or she was younger.

Gray power!

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Oh, what is the secret to successful blogging after the age of 60?  To identify a need or a want and to provide that need or want.  The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette provides serious writing and brazen sexuality.

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Today has turned out to be a lovely day in Pittsburgh, mild and sunny.

I broke down and transferred some money from my savings account into my checking account so that I could get a withdrawal and have a couple of beers at Sonny’s Tavern.  The Old Soldier finds it nearly impossible to stay inside when he has money in the bank. 

I had two beers, watched The Young and the Restless, got a six-pack of beer and walked back home.

I feel much better.  Now I’m going to read a little of my Hunter S. Thompson book, watch the evening news on public television and think deep thoughts: flash fiction, female orgasm, karaoke…and maybe with my new financial stability I can find a woman in her 40s or older who would want to deal with me.

Public Television, Hot Dogs And Blackeye Peas

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It’s around noon, on an overcast day in Pittsburgh that might get up to 52 degrees and may even have some sunshine.  The Old Soldier has public television on the TV.  It’s a show about the All-American hot dog.  There seems to be all kinds of hot dogs, covered with onions, relish, mustard, sauerkraut, chili, cheese…

The Old Soldier is eating a small bowl of the blackeye peas and ham hocks that he cooked in the crock pot.  The peas did not turn out as good as I hoped.  I put too much water in the crock pot.  So, I poured some of the liquid out and let the peas sit overnight, but they still are not as tasty as they can be and it’s all my fault.

Oh, well, you win some and you lose some.

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Crock Pot Cooking: Blackeye Peas And Other Observations

The Old Soldier is finishing up the lima beans and ham hocks and has just put on a crock pot of blackeye peas and ham hocks.  I’ve never cooked blackeye peas in the crock pot; so, I will have to keep an eye on them.

I rinsed the peas, put them in the crock pot with two nice ham hocks for flavor and then covered everything with a few inches of water.

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It’s early afternoon.  I haven’t been outside, but the sun is shinning and the high will be around 40.  Maybe I’ll go for a walk around the neighborhood.  A play-off football game will be on television at 3:00 PM.  Right now I have soccer on the television, but I’m not a soccer fan.

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I did get in touch with Zemanta, the people who run the app for visuals for WordPress.  I’ve agreed to do an email interview.  They want to do the interview Tuesday or Thursday.  I should let them know some time today.

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As of this morning the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette has gotten over 4,100 hits for January.  Which means the magazine is on schedule to get over 5,000 hits for the month.  I would really like to make 6,000 hits a month the minimum for the magazine.

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Well, the Old Soldier is low on funds and he doesn’t expected any reinforcements until Wednesday.  So, I won’t be hanging out in the bars today.  Just as well.  I’ve been drinking too much.

Crock Pot Cooking: Turkey Wings And Other Observations

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It’s around 3:00 PM.  Soon I will leave and walk to Del’s to see my peeps, Rick and Di.  Jonny Del, one of the owners of Del’s, told me something interesting last night.  Del’s is going to start having karaoke on Wednesday nights, too.  Karaoke at Del’s Wednesdays and Fridays, it’s time for the Old Soldier to shine.

The question becomes, how can I use my karaoke persona (Jim Morrison) to promote the PFF Gazette?

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Hello hello hello, all my brother and sister bloggers, readers, writers and Flash Fiction Fanatics.  I guess you’re tired of reading about the Old Soldier eating lima beans and ham hocks.  Well, I’m tired of eating them.  There is only one cup of beans and ham left.  So, today I put two big turkey wings in the crock pot.  I usually tear off the skin, but I’ll do that after the wings are done.  It’s easier.  Then I’ll debone the meat.

I just put a cup of water into the pot.  Nothing more.  I’ll season the meat when it’s deboned and done.

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Stuffing Dollar Bills Down Haely’s Cleavage

I jotted this in my notebook last night.

It’s around 9:30 PM.  I sit at the bar at Sonny’s Tavern.  The young, sexy Haely (I hope I spelled her name right.  I told her I was going to blog about her, to check out the magazine on Monday.) is behind the bar.  In real life she is a pharmacy intern.  On Friday nights she’s the hot bartender at Sonny’s.  Just jeans and a long-sleeve jersey, showing some nice cleavage.  And she wears glasses, too.  She’s in her twenties.  You got to love it.

Well, I don’t know if Joannie the DJ is going to have karaoke.  If she does I’ll sing It’s My Life by The Animals because I know the lyrics.  The monitor forces you to turn your back on the audience and you never want to do that.

But the real action is at Del’s.

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I’m at Del’s now.  It is snowing outside.  We are supposed to get three inches of snow and three inches of ice in the next few hours.  Del’s is dead.  It’s 10:30 PM.

I got up and did It’s My Life by The Animals, but that is not the important thing.

I asked the DJ how much the cordless mike cost, because I throw it around pretty good, hand to hand and up in the air.  The Old Soldier told you he was a performance artist, not jus a karaoke singer.

The DJ told me that when the salesman was pitching the karaoke system, he ran over the mike with a car.

I have been released.

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I wrote this around 11:00 AM Saturday morning.

So, the weather killed karaoke at Del’s but not business at Sonny’s Tavern.  I left Del’s and walked back to Sonny’s.  Sonny’s was packed.  A young crowd.  I got a seat at the bar.  And there was Haely, slinging booze.

There is a strong lesbian element at Sonny’s.  I mention this in passing.  The first time I saw women stuffing dollar bills down Haely’s cleavage I thought it was hot.  The Old Soldier thought this was a great way to give Haely a tip.

So, last night, for the second time, I stuffed a couple of dollar bills down Haely’s cleavage.  Two fingers can only tell you so much.  But the girl is full and firm.

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Count Down To Karaoke And Other Observations

The Old Soldier is sitting at his workstation, eating a small bowl of lima beans and ham hocks, sipping beer as he contemplates the mysteries of life.  Being a flash fiction writer is not the glamorous life some people think it is; but I love it.

There’s not much going on right now.  It’s around 9:30 AM.  The high will only be 29 and overcast.  There is snow on the ground.  Thank goodness there is no wind.  I have a load of laundry in a washing machine downstairs in the laundry room.

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Del’s has moved the start of karaoke back to 10:30 PM.  People show up so late; but I don’t have a car and I usually miss the bus, ending up walking the eight blocks back to my apartment at 1:00 AM in the morning.

I have to find a solution to this problem.

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So far this month the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette has gotten over 3,600 hits.  It is averaging 180 hits every day.  Still, I need to figure out a way to get at least 200 hits every day.  The Front Page is an excellent example of “serious writing and brazen sexuality” and it brings in a lot of hits.  The Front Page usually has ten posts stuck to it and then there are usually 15 more posts that are in constant movement from the Front Page to the archives.

The posts stuck to the Front Page are meant to be controversial if not down right outrageous.  The rotating posts are usually more mundane, but are still meant to be informative and, or entertaining.

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My strategy to recruit writers from The Big Idea Bookstore, which is around five blocks from my apartment, is not working.  I bought two booklets of this one writer of erotica that cost me $10, but I can’t get in touch with her.  The contact information in the booklets is useless.  I have to rethink my marketing strategy.

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Well, it’s time to do my breathing and stretching exercises and then I’ll take a hot shower and dress and see what the rest of the day has in store for us.

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Karaoke As Theater: Don’t Make This Mistake

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The Old Soldier takes karaoke very seriously, to the point that he considers himself a performance artist.

As good as I think I am I never get on that mike and scold the audience for not paying attention, for laughing and talking and eating and drinking and acting like I’m not there.

I have seen some pretty good karaoke singers get upset and scold the audience for not paying attention.

Sometimes, no matter how good you are, the audience may not be into what you’re doing.  And if you scold them for not paying attention to you, you come off as self-important and angry.

Just perform your song, smile and hope that your next selection will go over better.

The Occupy Movement, Writing And The Ebook

Editor’s Note: This post could not be published until after 9:00 AM because of computer problems.

The Old Soldier is getting an early start.  I slept in my bed, as opposed to sleeping on the sofa, and got several hours of solid sleep.  I have a cup of lima beans and ham hocks heating up on the stove.  I’ve done my breathing and stretching exercises and I’m at the workstation and it’s not even 9:00 AM.

Spank my bare bottom and call me a nudist.

How’s everyone doin’?  What adventures will we share today?  There are reports in the media that an Occupy Congress group recently marched in Washington DC just to remind Congress that the Occupy Movement is not going away.  If the movement can survive the winter, it will probably revive during the summer just in time for the elections of 2012.

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The Old Soldier is always talking about “show don’t tell” fiction and about “using words to paint a picture that tells a story.”  Well, I’ve published an ebook that contains the best examples of this revolutionary method of writing.  Download your copy of Compressionism: The Pittsburgh Stories.

Just go to the Front Page and you will see a book review.  The ebook can be downloaded from the book review.  Be sure to save the file when you download the book.

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That’s all for this post.  I’m going to eat my lima beans, shower and get dressed and see what the day has in store for us.

Read.  Study.  Write.

The PFF Gazette Continues To Evolve

Some Of My Old Amateur Photography Shot With A Desposable CameraThis will probably be my last post of the day.  It’s dark outside, around 9:00 PM.  There is a nature program on public televisions, tigers.  My apartment is a little too hot.  Radiator heat is great but it’s difficult to control.  So, I’m sitting at the workstation in a T-shirt and boxer shorts, determined not to sleep on the sofa tonight.  There is beer in the refrigerator.

My to-do list for tomorrow is: deposit my Giant Eagle pension check, do an online interview that Zemanta (the app that provides the WordPress platform with its visuals) has requested, call the Matriarch and get some supplies (floss and stuff) from the CVS across the street: blogging is a given.

I see the PFF Gazette continuing to move toward reporting/commenting on issues that concern senior citizens along with its focus on blogging, flash fiction, writing, women and sexuality and news and life in general.

I think I mentioned a bookstore, The Big Idea, that is nearby and that I can do readings at; but instead of doing readings I’ll frequent the place to find writers that I can publish.  I’ve already bought a booklet of erotic stories by a young woman from the bookstore.

Apparently, if the stories are based upon real experiences, she is a young punker.  Kool.

The Love Doctor has become an important part of the magazine and I would really like to find some local women to pose nude for a Pittsburgh Nudes series, but that might be beyond my resources.  I would have to pay them a fee, pay for the film, pay for processing the film and so on; but that would really create some buzz and the internet is all about buzz.  We’ll, see.  I’m very much an amateur photographer, but I think the readership of The Gazette, male and female, would be into it.  The photo in this post is some of my old amateur photography that I shot with a disposable camera.  Pittsburgh Nudes would be about amateur nude female models and amateur photographers.

Anyway, these are just some of the random thoughts that the Old Soldier has on a cold Wednesday night in Pittsburgh.

The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette continues to evolve. 

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