Flash Fiction: The Piano by M. Barber

Boston piano, a brand name of Steinway & Sons

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Echoing down the corridor I can hear the somber melody that creeps through the air. The dark moodiness of a Brahms concerto builds throughout the empty flat as I make my way towards its melody. The gentle sounds of the pedals fall into the rhythm of the song. This song that awakens and entices me out of bed. The melody moves from softness to loudness quickly as his hands gently slide across the keys. Rhythm lifts and falls with the balance of fingers. From the doorway I can see the master at work upon the ivory keys. I move closer until my bare feet find comfort in the thick rug surrounding the Steinway. Carefully I find my place at his side upon the piano bench as he completes the movement. Before continuing he pauses to turn to me. Placing his hand upon my cheek he leans in for a kiss. Breaking away the moment his eyes remained focused directly into mine. With my eyes I indicate my desire for more. 

The opening chords of Rachmaninov’s Vocalise echo into the still room. The sounds send my neck and back into a familiar posture as I nod my head according to the song. With a slight turn of the head I begin to whisper encouragement into his ear before gently leaning into his movements. Firmly I place my hands upon his. His delicately moving as I take a hold of his fingers. Gently flattening and uncurling them to the correct position. Tenderly I allowed my arms to wind around his body.  My linking hands continue to mimic the dance of fingers upon the keys while he plays. Softly nurturing his movements with the pressing of my lips against the skin of his neck. With a slight turn of his head he matches my kisses between breathes. As the music progresses down my hands move. Around and under they embrace and desire more from him as I wind myself downward. 

Quietly I listen to the melody while doing unforgettable things with my mouth. Seductively I move my hands with the rhythm of the song. My kisses consume him as my hands never stop. Continuing to build and release with the progression of the piece he climbs and resides. His passion never stopping he reaches completion. Satisfied he pulls me up against the Steinway. Grabbing my face he kisses me roughly before beginning another.

The End

Bio: M. Barber is a writer and designer living in N. California. Currently she is working on a novella and a compilation of short fiction.
Blog: www.thefabulousmsm.blogspot.com
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Love, Lust and Flash Fiction

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The world of erotic flash fiction is a world of passion, of love and of lust.  Here at the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, we are proud to carry on with the tradition of literary erotica.  Literature and flash fiction erotica and the Internet were made for each other.

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An Erotic Short Story For October

Hello hello hello aspiring and veteran writers and lovers of fine writing.  This is the Old Soldier with a special treat today for all of my Flash Fiction Fanatics.  Today begins the publication of a new feature in the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, the most dynamic flash fiction publication on the Internet.  Today begins the Short Story For The Month feature. 

The flash fiction story is alive and well here in Pittsburgh and through out the United States and beyond.  So, every month I will republish a story from the archives, either one of my own or one from a guest writer, and designate it as the short story for the month.  The short story for the month will exemplify the craft and the art of the very short story.

This magazine is always on the look out for writing talent.  The Submissions tab is at the top of the page.

This month’s Short Story For The Month is one of my own.  It is about lust and longing and young love.  It is written in the famous show-don’t-tell technique, which means the author must get out-of-the-way as soon as possible so that the characters can act out the story.  It has the classic two-character set up in the classic significant event with closure form.  Let the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette be your resource for articles on blogging and writing and your home for flash fiction entertainment.

Now for our feature presentation.

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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.

The End

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