Larry Archer’s the name and smut’s my game. I’m a teller of tall tales, primarily erotic in nature. In plain English, I write porn or smut stories for those times you feel like reading with one hand.
They are perfect for those times alone with your tablet, phone, or laptop and a box of Kleenex. I also blog on the world of swingers in case you’re interested. My Smut is great when the only strange stuff you’re getting is your left hand. Or it’s been so long since you’ve had sex that you can’t remember who gets tied up!
Generally speaking, my stories are fairly graphic and not intended for those who are not of legal age or easily offended. If you are not a grownup (i.e. an Adult) or don’t enjoy reading about adult themed works, please leave now, otherwise I’m not responsible for anything you get splashed on your keyboard. Continue reading →
“Seduced by the Dark Side” (58,000 word erotic novel) is a hard-core non-stop erotic romance novel about a small-town farm girl from Minnesota who moves to Las Vegas to experience the wilder side of life.
Ingrid’s education starts as soon as her plane lands in Las Vegas where she is picked up by Stormy, an exotic dancer while trying to claim her luggage. Accepting a ride from her new girlfriend, she finds out how much fun the back of a limo can be with a bunch of horny exotic dancers.
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This month, our group topic is “Pushing Limits”. This theme
could be addressed from a wide variety of perspectives: pushing one’s limits as
an author, by trying new genres or formats; pushing one’s physical limits (I’m
thinking of KD’s and Ashe’s pole dancing classes); pushing the limits of
society’s acceptance for erotica. However, as I’m first up, I decided to take
the more obvious route and discuss the topic as it applies to dominance and
Although I have a reputation for publishing hot BDSM erotica, I have only modest real-world experience. I’ve been involved in one D/s relationship which was quite serious and intense but which lasted, in its active phase, only about two years. Furthermore, during that entire period my Master and I lived in different cities, and early on, on different coasts. So, the amount of time we actually spent together “in scene” probably totals no more than a month or two. Nevertheless, that was enough to profoundly influence my sexuality, my world view, indeed my life. Lisabet Sarai very likely would not have existed if not for GCS, to whom many of my books are dedicated.
“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” ~ John Steinbeck
Give Larry the blame. Or maybe the credit.
It all started with Nina. I’d just done a beta read of Larry’s opus Stripper or Nurse. We were chatting about his characters, and he sent me a gorgeous image of two brunettes who were clearly in love. We decided to jointly write a story about them – Nina, the former ballerina who shows up one day at The Fox’s Den looking for a job as a stripper, and Linda, the manager of the Den who introduces her to the wild, hedonistic lifestyle of the club’s denizens. I wrote the first chapter, then handed it off to Larry. He’d penned four more chapters in just a few days. I couldn’t keep up with him.
My good friend and fellow pervert,
Lisabet Sarai’s latest book in the Vegas Babes Series, Sin City Sweethearts is
now available at your favorite outlet.
“Welcome to Las Vegas Leave your inhibitions at the city limits.”
As my readers know, I’m noted for the ability to stuff hot explicit sex scenes on every page. Well, if that’s not good enough for you, Sin City Sweetheartsis anything but sweet. This 52,000-word novel manages to insert (pun intended) hot explicit sex scenes onto every page. I think her pages are even more stuck together than mine!
My good friends at KinkyLiterature are featuring one of my stories, The Watchers, today. The Watchers was written for all my cuckold-Hotwife fans.
Our hero, Gene is sitting at a bar having a drink after enduring a work-related training session.
Gene overhears the two guys next to him talking about attending a Sex Show and getting to watch people having sex on stage right in front of their eyes.
After a little pleading, Gene gets the location of the weekly Sex Show and the fact it’s going to cost him one-hundred bucks to watch. He’s promised that while he probably won’t get laid, he’ll get to watch some unbelievable gang bang action. However, there are often housewives in the attendance who enjoy giving blowjobs to the voyeurs.
As Gene watches two girls, a redhead, and a brunette get their brains fucked out, he notices some woman, who looks familiar, going down the row sucking off the guests, while they watch the debauchery happening in front of their eyes.
As the girl, who is handing out blowjobs, gets closer Gene can see that she’s coated in cum, which is dripping off her chin to fall on her boobs. Her face is completely covered in jizz, with both eyes glued shut from dried spunk. She has to use her hands to feel for the next guy and when she touches Gene’s leg, she looks up for a second.
Her eyes are glued shut but Gene’s heart drops to his stomach as he realizes that it is his wife who has been sucking off everyone in the room. Before he can say a word or react, her soft lips close around the head of his dick and she sucks him into her throat, with a deep moan.
He tries to ignore his wife and the shame but the way his dick feels in her throat is unbelievable. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he cannot pull her mouth off as it feels so good. This is so wrong, he tells himself but the sensation is too much to resist.
He can feel his climax boiling even though he’s just realized that his wife is a cum guzzling, cheating slut who is on her knees for every man and most of the women at the Sex Party.
There was nothing else to do but hold his wife’s mouth down on his cock, as he empties his balls into her throat. Then after sucking his dick clean, she kisses the head, and then Gene on the lips as she feels her way to the next guy in line.
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Following is an excerpt from The Watchers
In one of the bedrooms, the two stars for the night were getting ready. Foxy, a tall brunette, with a runway model’s figure, is pacing the room. Chrissy, a big redhead also almost six feet tall was dressed in only a thong and black high-heeled stripper shoes.
“Foxy, stop pacing, are you that nervous? I’m so excited about getting some college boy cock, I can’t wait,” Chrissy said to Foxy as she applied blush to her cleavage to accent her huge set of jugs. Looking at her large nipples, she decided that they needed a little extra color also and carefully applied a darker shade to them to emphasize the smattering of freckles on her milky white skin.
Bouncing her big tits up and down, she appraised herself in the mirror and spun to look at her tight ass. “Pretty fucking hot, if I say so myself,” Chrissy told the mirror. Turning to her partner, “You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet. Calm down and take your clothes off.”
Foxy tossed her dark curly hair in response and slowly started pulling her wife-beater t-shirt off. “I don’t know if I want to go through with this or not,” she stated as her t-shirt hit the floor.
Walking over to her, Chrissy took Foxy in her arms and kissed her. She could feel Foxy relaxing as her tongue slipped into the brunette’s mouth. They were almost the same height, which made their nipples rub together and Chrissy could feel the hot nubs burn into her tits.
“You know you want it?” Chrissy said as she unbuttoned Foxy shorts and let them fall to the floor.
“You know how I hate to plan sex. For some reason that gets me uptight. Even if Larry and I are planning on getting together, it never seems to work out. I love it when he just fucks me but to plan in advance is so hard. I guess that means I have to admit I’m going to get laid and my Catholic upbringing kicks into gear to remind me what a slut I am.”
“But the other night, in front of the club’s audience you ate some cute girl’s pussy and then sucked her boyfriend’s dick. I didn’t see any hesitation then?”
“But the difference was that wasn’t planned, it just happened. Plus, I don’t usually party without Larry, and it feels funny to fuck some guys when he’s not here with me.”
“Larry gets his dick wet all the time, without worrying about you!”
“I know, but it’s different for a guy.”
Chrissy kissed both of Foxy’s eyes and then her nose, “Look we’re just going to go out and let some horny young college boys drill our lights out. That’s all it is, just fucking and sucking!”
Walking to the bedroom door, Chrissy opened it and beckoned to a server. “Bring us some Tequila shots with fixings,” she asked the girl.
Turning to Foxy, Chrissy said, “I’ll get us some courage to relax us and put us in the mood. ”
Within a couple of minutes, the girl brought in a bottle of Patron Platinum along with limes and salt. Chrissy quickly fixed a couple of double shots and the girls slammed them down. “Better?” she asked.
“Yeah, you know it is, and that shit goes down so smooth.”
Chrissy giggled, “Just think about how easy the first load of cum is going to slide down your throat. But remember not to be greedy, and you must always share. That’s the rule!”
Foxy picked up the Patron and took a big shot straight from the bottle. Chrissy could see her whole body shiver as the Tequila burned a hole in her stomach. “Ease up Foxy, I want you to be awake for the fun! I know your husband usually fucks you when you’re unconscious but it might freak out the young guys to fuck a rag doll.”
Foxy sat down on the bed and started digging through her purse. Pulling out a black rubber butt-plug, she handed it to Chrissy and asked, “Would you do the honors?”
“That’s my girl,” Chrissy replied as she dropped down between Foxy’s legs and pulled off her thong. “Here get it wet for me, while I take care of your other hole.”
Chrissy handed Foxy the butt-plug back, which she promptly put into her mouth and started sucking on it. Chrissy pushed her back onto the bed and ran her tongue around Foxy’s clit.
As Foxy started to moan, Chrissy slipped one then two fingers into Foxy’s already engorged cunt. Her fingers went in easily then Chrissy added her tongue to the mixture as Foxy picked up her legs and held them back by the heels on her stripper shoes. She could pull her heels back until they were locked behind her head.
Chrissy looked at Foxy’s eyes over the top of her pussy mound and could see them already starting to roll back in her head. Grinning to herself, Chrissy pushed her tongue deep into her lover’s wet pussy and started sucking out the juice.
Foxy’s climax came quick and hard as usual, while she tugged on her heels, which made her pussy bounce up and down on Chrissy’s mouth. Reaching up, Chrissy pulled the butt-plug out of Foxy’s mouth and quickly jammed it into the girl’s fuck hole, to get it wet.
As the pussy juice poured out of Foxy’s hole, Chrissy pulled the butt-plug out and shoved it into her ass, in one quick movement. The wet butt-plug, lubricated with Tequila, made quick work of Foxy’s ass. Before she could finish moaning, the plug was buried all the way to the hilt.
Foxy jerked and humped Chrissy’s face as the redhead tried to clean up all of the girl cum that poured out of her lover’s sweet hole. Chrissy thumped the butt-plug with her fist, which made Foxy shudder and squirm every time.
The Voyeur, (15,000 Words) a delicious little tale about a small town girl, who moves to the big city to escape her abusive and domineering father, who beat her for any real or perceived thought about anything related to men or sex. Constance takes a job far away from home in Saint Louis, where she works at an ad agency surrounded by people who live on the edge between fantasy and reality.
There she meets her new best friend Sue, who takes the naive girl under her wing and tries to iron out some of the kinks instilled by her father and his paddle. Constance rapidly blooms and finds that she’s not only attracted to men but also girls. Then things heat up as she starts letting the guy across the courtyard watch her dress and help with her wardrobe selection.
This story is primarily girl-on-girl, with some voyeuristic scenes thrown in and written in the no holes barred style of Larry Archer, with graphic descriptions of the action to fill your imagination.
Constance was wearing a man’s dress shirt, as it was comfortable and easy to take off when she was getting dressed. She looked down towards her breasts and realized that she hadn’t buttoned the shirt at all. While her breasts were not exposed, the strip of her chest could be seen along with the inside curves of her breasts.
Constance stopped brushing and took her fingers to slowly pull one side of the shirt open and expose her left breast. When her nipple popped into view, she took a long slow breath and watched her areola start to wrinkle up as the cool air hit it. Her actions would have brought her an instant beating before but now the only thing that happened was the sound of her panting breath and the feeling of warmth between her legs.
She lay the hairbrush down and took her right hand to cup her breast and heft its weight. The feeling of her hand brushing her sensitive breast made her vagina throb. Constance closed her eyes and explored her breast with her hand. She rubbed her palm across her hard nipple and then lightly pinched her nipple between her finger and thumb. A shudder ran through her body as she pinched harder and harder.
She could feel the room starting to spin as the pain spread across her breast but was it really pain as the sensations from between her thighs was becoming an irresistible urge. Sue always kidded her that being a slut was fun and Constance knew that she must be a slut also as nice girls didn’t pull and pinch their nipples like she was doing.
She felt dirty and nasty but was unable to stop working her nipples as the feelings were starting to consume her. Finally, afraid that she may fall off the chair from the dizziness she was feeling, she slowly stood up while holding the chair back for support. As she stood, she looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw.
The girl looking back at her was a stranger with half closed eyes and a flushed face. The obvious lust in the girl’s eyes was undeniable but she couldn’t tear herself away from looking. “Could this really be me?” she asked herself as she was seeing a side she had never seen before.
Looking down at the girl in the mirror, Constance saw that she was continuing to pinch and twist her hard nipple. Somehow her shirt had slipped off the other breast and both were clearly visible. Sue had told her that she had really pretty “tits” as Sue called them but would it be okay for Constance to have “tits” instead of breasts? As she looked at herself in the mirror, she brought up her other hand to fondle her other tit.
The sensations were now coming in waves as she played with herself, remembering her father saying that self-abuse was the work of the devil and she should be punished for it. But Constance couldn’t stop and the harder she pinched her nipples, the stronger the feelings became. The heat from her vagina was starting to consume her as she continued to watch herself in the mirror while doing unspeakable things to herself.
“My father would kill me for this,” she thought but continued to work her tits and see how aroused they were. Constance tried not to look but her vagina was calling to her and when she looked down between the open sides of her long shirt, she could see her lips. The lips of her vagina were swollen and flushed. Her lips were partially open, they were so engorged and Constance could see the dampness inside.
“Vagina,” no that wasn’t what it was. “Vagina” is a nice word for nice girls but Constance knew that she had never been a “nice” girl, it was only an act. Her vagina was actually her “cunt” as Sue called it. Constance said the word, “CUNT” to herself and couldn’t believe how dirty the word sounded and every time she said it, her pussy would throb with erotic feelings.
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