Today (so far) has been a great day. My additional memory for my new HP Workstation is installed, and now I’m running 128 Gb of RAM. I’m thinking about wearing racing gloves. It’s like going to a house party (swinger’s party), and all the wives know your dick is bigger than their husbands! My computer is bigger than yours!
Or like that time you walked sleepy-eyed down to the family room to see the Christmas tree and look for your new pony or your Red Ryder BB gun. That was before your parents told you the horrible truth about Santa Claus and how he would jump a 12-volt battery to Rudolph’s balls so his nose would light up.
After learning that soul-crushing truth that destroyed your innocent childhood, you knew the mall Santa was laughing behind your back when you asked for a new saddle for your pony. And saw the Elves taking upskirt pictures of your mom.
Not only did my RAM show up, but my copy of the latest erotic story that I’ve converted to paperback, Company Benefits. Could the day be any better? The sun is shining in Las Vegas with a high temperature of almost 80 degrees. It’s pleasantly cool at night with short sleeves or t-shirts and shorts weather during the day as you’re out dodging tourists gawking at the hotels and showgirls.
Did I mention that I have 128 Gb of RAM? Oh, that’s right, I did. So, I’m thinking of maybe a turbo or racing stripes?
The one downer is the paper Company Benefits is printed on. I decided to try their cream-colored paper, but I’m not too fond of it. Luckily all I have to do is throw a switch, and I’ll have white pages again.
Foxy and I are trying to take the long view on COVID and have led a hermit’s life these past two years. While everyone says it’s no big deal, the same people who shot the moon landing in a studio are probably the ones behind this. Still, about two thousand people a day are dying from COVID or one of its variants in the US.
Being an engineer, I tend to be a belt and suspenders type of person. I always believe that if some is good, more is better. Our not swapping bodily fluids is definitely putting a dampener on my love life.
My outlet is writing erotica or porn stories that help to relive the time before the pandemic. I’ve written over thirty novels or novellas based upon some of the great times and wonderful friends that we know. And all of the crazy places we’ve been to that straights never know exist right under their noses. So, naturally, all the names and places have been altered to protect the guilty.
If your imagination is not good enough to masturbate to, try one of my explicit smoking hot erotic novels to get your motor started. My blog, LarryArcher.blog has a lot of information on my stories or you can check out my author’s links at all the popular sources for erotic literature.
If you don’t have a favorite site to buy your smut at, try Kinky Literature. The cost is the same and you help to promote a company which provides the best erotica from all the good authors. You can find Larry Archer’s dirty stories at the locations below in both print and electronic formats: