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Hello hello hello, creative writers, writing majors and lovers of erotica. The Old Soldier is hard at work blogging and writing. I have a special treat for you this morning. A new piece of erotica.
Of course, I’m talking about flash fiction erotica written in the famous “show don’t tell” technique that allows the reader to live in the story, to actually become one of the actors in the story. The characters are fully drawn. The relationship is just as important as the sex. The dialogue is tight and authentic. When erotica is this good, it is art.
Tell your friends about the excitement that is the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Now for our feature presentation.
All The Sad Young Lovers
Raymond knew this was goodbye. Claudette’s two semesters in America were over. She had some euro-trash pop on the CD player. The flickering light from several candles stuck in wine bottles made the off-campus room she rented seem like the set of a horror film. The footlocker she used as a table was completely hidden by a blood red piece of plastic. Cheese, ham, bread, glasses, plates, cutlery and a bottle of cheap wine were already set out on the makeshift table.
Raymond waited in the bed on his back under the white sheet. He had sold several photos of Claudette nude to a well-known men’s magazine, but he still felt like a poor college student.
Claudette came out of the bathroom. Her nude body glowing even in the candle light, the place between her legs dark. She sat on the bed and smiled down at him. He reached and held her upper thigh.
“Why so sad?” she said.
“You’re going back to France. You’re going back to Leo.”
“One day you will be a great photographer.”
She reached under the sheet and began to fondle him. He watched her face.
“Ah,” she said. “You come alive for me one last time.”
“Claudette, don’t go.”
She pulled the sheet away and watched him come fully erect under her hand. He watched her face. She bent down and took his hard manhood into her mouth. She closed her eyes. He watched her head with its short, dark curls going slowly up and down, up and down, up and down and up and down. She was petite with small features. He was always fascinated with how wide she could open her mouth, with how much of his swollen hardness she could take in her mouth…
Finally she straddled him. She got up on her knees high over him and held his hardness in her hand, slowly descending and ascending, but always descending until he was snug all the way inside her. She sat over him now on all fours, smiling down into his eyes, her hips slowly grinding, her breasts bouncing in font of his face. It went on and on and on…
Finally, she moaned, “Raymond…Raymond…Raymond…My Raymond…”
He knew she was cumming. She stared down into his eyes. Her hips slowing grinding…His seed gushed into her…She collapsed on top of him and he held her tight in his arms. For the first time since they had been lovers, she had cum first.
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