Once again, I am my own worst enemy! If I could just turn my mind off, everything would be okay. Unfortunately, as Company Benefits heads towards 40,000 words and beyond, I’ve become diverted like driving down Las Vegas Boulevard and spotting a skimpily dressed drunk tourist.
I was previously working on two stories, Company Benefits and House Party 5. Then a problem arose, the death of a friend’s husband. We lived in the midwest and belonged to a swing club there. It may be hard to accept, but there are a lot of older swingers beyond the median age of 30-40 years old.
As you might expect, the show at a house party is often better than a porn movie, and I think many older folks enjoy watching. Hopefully, it’s a while before I join the senior citizens on the bench, but they are dear friends. One woman, who was divorced when we met, ended up getting married and moving to Las Vegas.
Her husband had heart problems for a long time and passed away several weeks ago. Her husband was straight but enjoyed hearing of her antics before they met. Now that she is a MILF widow, I got to thinking about a story that I could wrap around her oral skill set.
At this point, I’m now 20,000 words down the rabbit hole on a new MILF story, and Company Benefits has pretty much ground to a halt, but I’m trying to get back on track. I have several chapters to write and then do the final editing as I try to kick it out the door before allowing the MILFs in.
House Party 5 continues with Larry trying to deal with his porn star wife and get her tucked back under his wing. Foxy moved back to Vegas after Larry promised to build her a movie studio to continue her new career. She brought a herd of people with her. Larry is trying to convert the office building he purchased into a sound stage while figuring out what to do with all the hangers-on.
I’m trying to get back on track and finish Company Benefits. It’s funny, but Company Benefits’s premise could be very plausible. When you’re working for a vast organization that sells equipment worth hundreds of thousands of dollars each, the cost of a pool boy to keep the salesman’s wife happy would be a minor expense to the bottom line.
Wives would be tickled to death to hand their husband his briefcase and push him out the door before the pool boy shows up with his long pole!
The saga continues as Larry falls more in love with the Scrivener word processor.
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