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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If you enjoyed this piece of erotica, click on the Sexy Stories tab for more flash fiction about sex, lust, longing and love.
You have to understand that the Old Soldier is 64 years old. I’m heterosexual. I’ve had two women say to me, “Cum on my face.” I can think of a lot of places to put sperm in or on a woman. I like putting it in her mouth, her butt and in her vagina. I never could figure out why a woman would want a man to cum on her face. But hey, that’s just me. 
An Erotic Short Story For October
October 20, 2010 — pittsburghflashfictiongazetteHello 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.
********************
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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If you enjoyed this piece of erotica, click on the Sexy Stories tab for more flash fiction about sex, lust, longing and love.