Blogging: When Will The Bombs Fall?

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It’s around 12:30 AM and the Old Soldier is blogging, watching Charlie Rose on public television, drinking green tea and wondering when will the bombs start to fall.

The UN resolution to use force has past and the Old Soldier thinks this is the beginning of the end for the Libyan strong man.

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As a Vietnam War veteran, the Old Soldier can’t but help think back to his youth as a soldier any time something like the situation in Libya happens.

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Well, it’s already tomorrow in Pittsburgh.  That means a new blogging day has begun.  And there is alway plenty to blog about.  There is writing and erotica and the pain and joy of life.

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Writing Fiction: How Well Do You Know Yourself?

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Do you write fiction?  What’s your subject matter?  What’s your specialty?  I would say my specialty is sexuality. 

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote a lot about money, what having it did to people and what not having it did to people.

A writer can have more than one specialty.  Fitzgerald wrote a lot about youth and romance, too.  He would mix youth, romance and money all together for what the world came to know as the classic Fitzgerald short story.

I write about more than just sexuality; but sexuality is definitely one of the ways that I explore the lives of my characters.

Even if you think you don’t have a specialty, you probably do.

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Hello, it’s the Old Soldier with flash fiction stories and articles for you along with a running commentary on life and writing in general.  I hope you like my little blog.  It’s for bloggers, readers and writers.  Make it your home for flash fiction entertainment.

This is the Old Soldier blogging near the campus of the University of Pittsburgh.

“A Porn Star Is Born” is at the top of the page.

She Moaned Oh Lover I’m Cumming

It would start out slow…
The night warm with summer
The moonshine the only light
The city in repose

As he kissed her face
Then her lips and neck and shoulders
And her breasts and stomach
Until his kiss found her other lips

Her other lips swollen and slippery wet
And his kisses and fingers burning her
So that he could taste her love juices…
Then he would spread her legs even wider

And his manhood
Hard and proud
Ravaged her…
Oh ravaged…ravaged…ravaged…ravaged her…

Until she moaned…
I’m going to cum
I’m going to cum
I’m cumming…cumming…cumming

Oh lover I’m cumming…
And her body shuddered
Shuddered…shuddered
But in his youth he was still hard and proud

So he withdrew from her open and loving legs
To sit lightly on her sweaty trembling breasts
And she eagerly mouthed him
To taste and swallow

The warm pearly-white juices of his love

Flash Fiction: When She Cums She Screams

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