Notes From The Flash Fiction Underground (June 13, 2012)

Woman As Art

Finally, a paperback copy of the Old Soldier’s only book is in The Big Idea Bookstore.  The Big Idea Bookstore is owned by the workers and is only about five blocks from my apartment building.

My idea is not to make money from the book (it goes for $10.95) but to use it to promote the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.  Part of the deal with the bookstore is that if the book doesn’t move at $10.95 after there months the store will discount the book every three months for one year.  If after one year it still doesn’t sell and I don’t take the book off the shelf, the book will be donated to the co-op (that’s what the store is).  I can have three copies of the book on the shelf.  I’m going to get two more copies in there next month.

The deal is fine with me.  Every copy will be signed and the URL of this magazine will be under my signature.

If you want a much less expensive copy just click on the first link in the sidebar on the right.

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The Old Soldier (I’m a Vietnam War Veteran) is jotting this post in a notebook, to be transposed to the blog later, as he drinks a can of beer and listens to an adult video by earplugs.  The earplugs are connected to my computer which is on my workstation behind my head as I relax on the sofa with two pillows under my weary head.

 

American pornographic actress Jassie, also cal...

American pornographic actress Jassie, also called Jassie James, at the 2005 Adult Video News AVN Expo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A young woman named Maryann (not her real name) is being interviewed for her first adult video.  She hates the taste of cum.  So, the videoman says for her full-length vidoe she can chase the cum down with a few sips from a bottle of Coke.

I’m not making this up.

She agrees.  The reason she can’t do her full video today is because she is on her period.  She’s in her early 20s, a college student studying to be a dental technician.  She was always curious about what really happens in a porn shoot and she can use the money for books.

I am not making this up.

She’s a sweet, talkative young lady with a great personality.  The videoman suggest that since she is there why doesn’t she make some money by giving him a blowjob on camera.  He won’t cum in her mouth; he’ll cum on her face.  Then they can do the full scene, with a bottle of Coke for her, next week.

She’s happy to agree.

He takes some photos of her just in her panties then she gets naked for the blowjob and when he cums on her face (she’s naked on her knees) she closes her eyes but can’t keep from smiling a big smile while he’s cumming. 

The Old Soldier is not making this up.

She had only been with six guys before this and did not have a boyfriend at the time because she thought men her age made good friends but once you had sex with them they became jerks.

I watched her second video, the full porn scene.  The highlight was her orgasm as she was on her back and the videoman ate her out.  Then he fucked her and did her up the butt.  Oh, the first thing she did in the video was to swallow his cum and then swallow down some Coke.

Here’s the thing.  To an ever-growing percentage of American women (especially young women), being in an adult video is hot, fun and a good way to make some extra money.  They don’t want to be porn stars.  They just want to have the experience of being in a few adult videos, seeing themselves on camera and making some very good money for about only two hours of work.  That’s how they see it.  Being in an adult video is no longer a taboo.

I hope to use this open, adventurous attitude of  young American women to bring you the first Miss Nude Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette next year.  Next year is not that far away.  I’m working on it.

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Countries using the Euro de jure Countries and...

Countries using the Euro de jure Countries and territories using the Euro de facto Countries in the EU not using the Euro (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Europe slid closer to financial ruin over the weekend.  Last night I watched the evening news and the nightly business news on public television with mounting unease.  Spain accepted a bailout.  Greece has an election this weekend which will probably decide whether or not that country stays in the Eurozone.  Italy is wobbly.

Only a fool here in the United States can think that a European credit meltdown will not have an impact on this country. 

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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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If you enjoyed this piece of erotica, click on the Sexy Stories tab for more flash fiction about sex, lust, longing and love.

Her Nude Body Glowed In The Candle Light

Do contents in men's magazines bother most women?

Image by jaimelondonboy via Flickr

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.

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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.

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