In My Dreams, my latest erotic novel, is almost out the door. In My Dreams is an entirely different story than anything I’ve written before. Well, if you ignore the explicit fucking and sucking scenes, gangbangs, wife swapping, lesbian and anal sex, and four-letter words, it’s different from my other smut stories.
My readers, who are continually amazed at how I can string seemingly non-related dirty words together in a single sentence, will not be disappointed. This story will leave your phone, tablet, Kindle, or PC all wet and sticky after just a few minutes of reading. So don’t forget to wipe your hands off after reading, and always remember to pull your zipper up.
This story comes straight from the fruit of my wife Foxy’s loins. One morning, she told me that she’d had a dream about a twenty-year-old woman, Pixie, who was fascinated with anal sex. Foxy had all these notes she’d made when she woke up about the storyline.
I asked, “Anal sex? Honey, are you sure that you’re not thinking about last Saturday night?”
“No, silly, yours is nice, but these guys have really big cocks!” She replied.
I was sorry I asked. I need to use my pump more often.
After that traumatic blow to my ego, I asked her for details that I probably didn’t want to hear either? Then she bursts into this torrent of words describing the story of a woman who was raised in a home that would make Cora from “The Sinner” a slut.
Pixie’s Mom was the prude from hell, and she assumed that since she was an only child, her Mom and Dad only did the dirty one time. But she often wondered why her Mom never used that perfectly good turkey baster in the kitchen drawer?
Apparently, Pixie, who sounds strangely like my wife, enjoys backdoor sex, but the storyline did sound interesting after I put my hurt feelings aside. Jotting down notes of a woman whose pious parents were killed in a car accident, moves to the big city to escape the bad memories.
Without her parents to hold her back, Pixie tries to break out of her shy and backward phase to become the girl of her dreams.
Foxy, who always dreamed of being a phone sex operator or having her very own porn show, surprised me by the story she’d dreamed up. So I’m doing the final clean-up on the story, and Foxy has been reading it on her iPhone.
That’s right, my Luddite wife is actually reading this story on her iPhone and MacBook Air. This is the first time that she’s ever admitted reading something beyond a Tweet on her phone.
More to come shortly on the story but I wanted to show the cover I’ve come up with. What do you think?
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!
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