Well, I don’t mean to brag (but maybe I do mean to brag) if you click on the tab at the top of the page that says “Sexy Flash Fiction” you will get sex stories that don’t have one pussy, bitch, dick, cunt, ass, fuck or whore in it.
Sex is beautiful. Sure, there are times when a dirty word is appropriate. I’m just saying stories about sex don’t have to have dirty words in them.
Sex stories with no dirty words. You heard it first at the Gazette.
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.
The thunder is rambling. I have an old video tape on television of a Super 8 color and sound movie I shot 19 years ago about a serial killer (I play the killer) while I’m blogging. How’s that for nostalgia.
The star of the film was 18 years old and I was 37 at the time. The Old Soldier was hot stuff back in the day and her parents had money. Big time money. She actually slept over in my apartment in my bed with me the night before filming. For some reason I made no move on her and she was one of the sexiest and most beautiful females I’ve ever seen in my life. The critical moment came when she had stayed overnight in my bed and was in the bathroom in a towel after taking a shower and I was standing behind her watching her comb her hair. All I had to do was untie the towel.
I didn’t. I walked out of the bathroom and I regret that move to this day.
In this world, family counts for a lot. Now I’m talking about good families. The kind of people who know you and care about your well being. That’s a good family.
It doesn’t matter how rich or poor you are. It doesn’t matter how young or old you are. It doesn’t even matter if you’re odd or not odd. Good family cares about you.
When I was growing up and a woman wore a dress she wore pantyhose. Women don’t wear pantyhose or stockings anymore. As a young man, and I think I can speak for many men, there was nothing more exciting then to be sitting on the sofa and to put your hand on a girl’s legs that were encased in nylon. And how high she would allow you to run your hand up her nylon encased legs under her dress was heart poundingly exciting.
Well, those days are over. I guess pantyhose and stockings are old fashion. Sex will never be the same.
The sun has finally come out in Pittsburgh. I’ve been at Del’s Italian Restaurant for the past three days. Not today, just Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It is such a nice place to hang out in. I’ve been talking with a guy that was in Vietnam who served in the 173rd Airborne. I served with the 1st Cav (Air Mobile) in ‘Nam. I’d tell you the guy’s name but I don’t know how to spell it.
I go to Del’s and have a couple of beers and watch Fox News on the HDTVs they have. I don’t like Fox News. And I sit there and watch Fox News and try to come up with something to post on the Gazette.
You’ve hear it over and over and over again to write about what you know. Well, it’s great advice and deserves to be repeated as often as possible. When I was a teaching assistant at the University of Pittsburgh from 2004 to 2006 some of my students would make up stories about situations and people they knew nothing about.
It’s all right to write about your life and the people around you. You know your life. You know the people around you.
It’s another beautiful day for blogging in Pittsburgh. Yesterday, I got some lamb chops from the supermarket along with two green peppers. I put both in the crock pot along with some salt and diced garlic and in a few hours the meat was mouth watering and tender. Also I picked up some lunch meat for sandwiches: souse and head cheese. Both are an acquired taste.
The Gazette is always looking for short story submissions. Writers should read and follow the guidelines before sending in their stories.
For all the information I’ve been able to pull from the Internet, my niece Brianna Frost, began to put videos of herself dancing around naked in her apartment on the Internet when she was a teenager. She’s in her early twenties now.
Why do young women do this? I can only guess why; because I’m not young, beautiful, slim and female like my niece.
One reason might be the money. She makes a lot of money.
Another reason might be she wants to make a better life for herself.
A third reason might be she is probably thinking, what the hell is the big deal? Women have vaginas. If men want to see her dance around naked and masturbate with dildos who is it hurting?
Now understand the Old Soldier, who grew up during the sexual revolution in the 60s, is giving his opinion as a heterosexual man.
There are women who love giving head and there are women who think giving head is disgusting. We’re dealing here with women who love to give their men head.
Why do head giving women love doing it? From my personal observation, I would say it is part of their overall concept of what having sex with a man is about. And “sucking” is part of this concept. Not only is sucking part of the concept but having a man’s come in their mouth and swallowing it comfirms their femininity: I suck and swallow and therefore I’m a sexy and loving woman. That’s a powerful, and sometimes an overwhelming, want and even a need, to suck and swallow.
The women who do not have this concept of female sexuality don’t suck…
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Chicken Noodle Soup & Public Television
June 27, 2009 — pittsburghflashfictiongazetteIt’s almost 11:00 am, another beautiful day in Pittsburgh for writing and blogging. I’m enjoying a cup of chicken noodle soup and the local public television show is on the tv. The show is about cooking.
Cooking shows and Saturday morning sort of go together. Cooking shows and chicken noodle soup make me think of family…
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