It’s 5:30 am, and I’m lying in bed wide awake with a warm butt pressed against me. On the one hand, I could get lucky but we were out late last night at a party and after only a couple of hours sleep, my partner is usually less than romantic. Around my house, I don’t bother my wife before 9 am at the earliest.

Sin City is a 24×7 town and now that we’ve lived here for a while, I’m not sure I could go back to Texas or the mid-west. Sure, Houston is a jumping city but it’s nice not to have to kick the cow shit off your boots all the time.

I was reading a blog post from my favorite author of smut, Lisabet Sarai. Lisabet is a highly educated author, you know one of those who type with her little finger stuck out. While I as an engineer and a male am more of a knuckle-dragging type. Sure I have a series of alphabet soup letters that I can add after my name to impress you but that’s not really me.

Anyway, Lisabet was mentioning that since she’s gotten more into writing smut rather than high-end erotica, her sales are better with stroke stories than literary stories. Initially, she wrote smut but her editors told her that she needed to tone it down to not embarrass the tea and crumpets crowd, so she moderated her musings.

I think I had some influence on reigniting Lisabet’s more basic urges, and she’s penned a series of stories called Vegas Babes with are available on Amazon and SmashWords but I always recommend that you buy through Kinky Literature as they love perverts like you and me.

As I hope you know, I’ve written about twenty novels and novellas about a swinger couple Foxy and Larry, who are somewhat alter egos of Wifey and myself. They own a strip club in Las Vegas and have more money than God. They spend most of the time having adventures while fucking and sucking all their waking hours.

I hate to admit this but Foxy and I don’t have more money than God and don’t run a strip club but a lot of their adventures are based upon real-life events we’ve seen and done. One day Lisabet asked if I would mind her borrowing my characters from the Foxy and Larry series.

Sure, I said. It would be a hoot to see how someone else pictures the perverts who live with me. It was eye-opening to see my characters from another person’s perspective and it helped me. In several instances, I saw where I didn’t portray my characters accurately as I pictured them in my mind.

I love the fact of Lisabet writing FanFic stories that use my characters. They are similar yet different in her mind but that’s okay. While I picture my characters somewhat differently, it is interesting to see how Lisabet sees them.

In Lisabet’s blog post, she commented:

“I offer only the faintest nod to social convention; it’s not at all unusual to find my characters getting it on with one another within five minutes of meeting. In public, even! Also, the people in my more pornographic works are incredibly open-minded, from a sexual perspective. They’re willing to try anything – partner swaps, multiple partners, same-sex encounters (both MM and FF), sex toys, spanking, dominance, submission, gang bangs, pegging, you name it. (Sometimes all in the same story!) To be honest, after writing inside the rigid box of traditional erotic romance, I love their experimental, gender-bending ways.”

That got me to thinking about us and our Lifestyle. We’ve been swingers for a number of years and I guess that some of the things we think are “normal” are not normal to the average straight person. Swingers like LGBTQ folks are different from “straights” as we like to call them.

We have many gay and lezzy friends and there is a definite difference between the way we think.

Lisabet commented that five minutes after meeting someone, they are in bed. For swingers, that’s somewhat normal. Maybe not five minutes but fifteen to be more likely, unless you are already friends, and then it’s how long does it take to get naked!

With couples that you regularly party with, it’s, “Hey, do you want to come over and fuck?”

For swingers, one of the things that’s a no-no is developing affections for others. With straights, you invite a co-worker out for drinks, then dinner, then fucking, and then divorce. With us, it’s straight to fucking and then putting your clothes on and going back to your partner. That is unless your partner was in bed with you all along.

While we develop much deeper personal relationships with our friends and love them to death, it never extends to putting your partner’s shit out on the curb. We have a clear line between sex and love and the two never meet except with our partners. Swingers know that it’s okay to enjoy sex with someone you don’t love.

As a funny aside, we don’t kiss partners of the opposite sex, which is verboten. What you say, you can fuck someone but not kiss them? Exactly, for us kissing is intimate and dangerous and only done between people who love each other. Certainly, we kiss but we don’t spend an hour checking out someone’s tonsils. Now, for two girls kissing each other, that is certainly encouraged! LOL

For swingers, avoiding the courtship is one way we avoid divorce court, no matter how much we love Judge Judy. The “Wham bam, thank you ma’am” works for us.

As a carryover to my writing smut, my characters naturally will quickly fall into the sack and that’s what I’m used to. In some erotic stories, on the last page, in the last paragraph, the characters will do the nasty. For me, I feel that people read erotica and don’t want to have to skip all of the initial pages just to read the fucking and sucking parts.

I like to talk about all the sensations and exchanges of fluids that occur during down and dirty sex between consenting adults. I never use condoms in a story as there has never been a recorded case of getting an STD from reading smut, and so why would anyone want to take a shower with a raincoat on. I believe that most people are Walter Middy and read fiction as escapist entertainment. The bad guys in a Michael Connelly novel don’t use blanks and so why should I have to wear a rubber?

In my recently published Walk on the Wild Side, we find two neglected wives who decide to expand their horizons by going to Foxy and Larry’s strip club for a presentation on swinging. Now could this happen in real life, I believe so. Maybe not as quickly, but I’ve seen it happen.

We’ve introduced a number of couples into the Lifestyle and I think we have a fairly decent batting average on recognizing the signs that they may be interested. Like most things, the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence and there is the urge to check it out. For us, we can discuss it and give it a try without causing any problems. This post wasn’t meant to encourage you to go over and ask your next-door neighbor for a blowjob but to discuss some of my rationale about my writing style.

As always, I’m that pervert in the park, wearing a raincoat, with candy in my pocket, while typing madly away on my laptop! For more check out my stories at: https://LarryArcher.blog/stories

Well it’s 6:30 am and the warm butt next to me still hasn’t moved. I’m going to post this then slip out of bed and go grab breakfast. I can get an hour or so’s work on my new novel House Party 2 before coming back to my still comatose wife.