Help With a Story

I have a folder in which I keep draft stories, which currently has over one hundred stories partially completed. A lot are fifty to seventy-five percent complete and just sitting in my draft folder.

I’m easily distracted by shiny objects or short skirts and will get an idea for a story. Then I’ll work on it for a while. The next thing I know, something will spark a story idea that will derail me until the next idea comes along.

Being a swinger often means that I’m deluged with ideas from watching people at house parties or functions. Swinging is a social event, as I’m sure you can guess. So, we’re constantly meeting new people, especially since COVID is somewhat on the DL.

House parties are generally ten to fifteen couples in the crowd we run with, plus a smattering of unicorns. There is a core group who come to every party, but there are couples that show up from out of town or friends of friends.

It’s always neat to get together with a new couple, as everyone is unique in one way or another. Partying or talking with others is an excellent way to develop story ideas. Like anything else, we tell war stories about stuff we’ve done or seen.

Today, I happened to see a story I’ve entitled “The Shrink.” It didn’t ring a bell, and I opened it up to find the first chapter of what seemed like an interesting story. The only problem is that I have no idea where the storyline is going. I can’t for the life of me remember my idea but am trying to figure that out.

I’ve attached the initial chapter, and if anyone has any thoughts about what the storyline could be, drop me a line.

This is only a fragment and ignore any issues that you may notice.

Caution – X-Rated and contains dirty words!

Foxy walked into the modern office building, trying to remain confident that this was the right thing to do. As an ex-model, she normally strutted in the exaggerated walk common to runway models, but not today. Everything seemed different, even her clothes as well as her attitude. Foxy’s dress was closer to her knees than her ass, as usual, but she was trying to be more mainstream. Even the man who held the door for her didn’t leer as most would do if she were in one of her usual slutty outfits with her tits hanging out.

Foxy was what her husband called an 80’s porn star and knew that he loved her curly brunette big hair, and lanky build. At six feet, she was mostly long legs and perfectly formed natural boobs. A founding member of the No Bra Club, the girls were always allowed to be free, and beyond piercing, she’d had no bodywork done. After fighting her naturally curly hair for years, Larry had convinced her to keep her hair natural in the big hairstyle loved by Texans.

She told herself, I shouldn’t be nervous after exiting the elevator and looking for the suite number. She noted the above builder’s grade carpet and well-painted walls of the corridor. Foxy had a moment’s hesitation when she gripped the handle to the door. Taking a deep breath, she pushed down on the handle and entered.

This was nothing like she was expecting. The room lighting was subdued and accented the expensive modern furnishings. Over in the corner, she saw an attractive woman sitting behind a computer screen at the receptionist’s desk. When she heard the door, the girl looked up from the screen and smiled at Foxy. The woman stood up, and Foxy got a good look at her. She was medium height with a slender build and long red hair tied neatly in a ponytail. Foxy tried not to grimace as she saw the woman’s bra sticking out of the low-cut top of her short dress.

The woman appeared in her late twenties with nice legs and a decent rack marred by the bra straps and edges showing in her expensive dress. Foxy thought she’d tried on that same dress at Neiman the other day. Walking up to the woman, Foxy held out her hand.

Smiling, the receptionist took her hand and said, “Welcome, I’m Candy.”

“Of course you are,” Foxy replied with a laugh. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”

The receptionist replied, “I think I got the better end of the deal. My sister is named Moonbeam!”

“Hippie parents?” Foxy inquired.

“Exactly,” Candy replied. “It’s my cross to bear. And you are?”

“I’m three o’clock,” Foxy replied with a giggle.

“A comedian, I see,” Candy replied.

“Actually, Foxy is my name, and I’m Doctor Arno’s three o’clock,” said Foxy as she warmed up to this cute girl.

“And you’re ragging me about my name,” Candy laughed. “How did your parents know how hot you’d be when you grew up?”

“Actually, it used to be Roxy, but everyone called me Foxy Roxy, and I finally changed my first name legally to Foxy,” she admitted. “I tend to live on the edge, but my husband allows me to be on a long leash!”

“Wait,” Candy said and furiously typed on her computer. “I thought that your name sounded familiar. I assume  that your husband owns The Fox’s Den?”

“Guilty as charged. Larry is my husband.”

“But your intake form says no insurance?” Candy questioned. “You guys don’t have insurance?”

“Seeing a shrink is off the books for now, and I’ll pay cash,” Foxy explained. “If I keep coming, I might turn it in, but I’m not telling my husband for now.”

“You know it’s three hundred dollars a session,” Candy said. “It gets expensive quickly.”

“I know, and it’s not a problem, “ Foxy replied as she pulled her wallet out of her clutch purse and extracted three hundred dollar bills from the thick wad in her purse.

“Let me print you a receipt,” Candy replied as she put the money in a cash box in her desk drawer.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t want a money trail,” Foxy laughed. 

“Are you a dancer?” Candy asked. “You are certainly beautiful enough for it.”

“Nope, just a simple hausfrau,” Foxy chuckled.

“Not like any housewife I know,” Candy responded. “You’re more like a showgirl than a spouse. Are you sure you’ve never stripped?”

“You’ve got me there. I tend to be an exhibitionist but am too shy to dance on command,” Foxy laughed. “Well, I’ve lost my clothes a few times but not usually for money. I have problems performing on cue.”

“Is The Fox’s Den as wild as I’ve heard?” Candy asked. “Everyone says it’s the best club in town.”

“We have a lot of fun. You should join us?”

“Is it safe for single women?” Candy probed.

“We’ll need to define safe,” Foxy replied with a laugh. “What are you worried about?”

“I could be raped!” Candy said.

“And who do you think might rape you?” Foxy asked.

After a moment’s hesitation, Candy said, “You?” Then a grin slowly grew on her face as she looked at Foxy. “You’d rape me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Foxy replied with a giggle. “But I guarantee you that you’d love it!”

Candy laughed at the absurdity of it all, then replied, “It won’t hurt too bad, would it?”

“I promise not to wear my bustier, thigh-high boots and use my whip to beat some sense into you!” Foxy said. “I’ll save that for later.”

“Do you really beat people?”

“Only my slaves when they disobey me,” Foxy said as she traced down Candy’s arm with her fingertips. “Have you ever considered licking my boots?”

“Only if you order me to,” Candy replied as a shudder ran through her body, which Foxy instantly picked up on. After running her fingers down Candy’s arm, she took Candy’s hand and kissed it. Looking Candy in the eyes, she continued to press her lips against Candy’s hand as she looked at Candy over the top of her hand.

Foxy kissed Candy’s open palm and moved the girl’s hand around her neck, and smiled as Candy pulled them together. Foxy moaned as she felt the heat from Candy’s lips as their mouths ground together. I love it when my instincts are correct, Foxy thought to herself as she probed the girl’s mouth with her tongue.

Foxy could smell the peppermint on Candy’s breath as they stayed nose to nose. Candy’s eyes had lost focus, and Foxy knew she had her but didn’t want to push her too hard and blow the deal.

The doctor’s office door abruptly opened, and the girls jerked apart. Foxy stared at the god standing before her and licked her lips.

“Candy, an emergency came up, and I need to leave,” the Doctor said. “I assume you are Ms. Archer? I’m terribly sorry, but I have to cancel our appointment. Can you come in tomorrow at the same time?”

Foxy was seriously in heat as she drank in the gorgeous guy in front of her. He was over six feet with broad shoulders and obviously in great shape. More than handsome, the Doctor was pretty. She had never seen anyone as stunning as he was, and Foxy couldn’t keep herself from gawking.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Foxy replied as she showed him a perfect smile and pushed her boobs out to make sure he noticed.

Flustered at having to bolt out of the office, Foxy wasn’t sure if he noticed her assets, but tomorrow, she’d make sure that she would be dressed to impress. Foxy watched his ass in those tight slacks as he walked out of the reception area and could feel her sex getting wetter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind.

Shaking her head, Foxy turned to Candy and asked, “Okay, it looks like you’re free for the evening. Grab your purse and lock up, then I’ll give you a ride to The Fox’s Den.”

“But I’m not sure I’m comfortable going to a strip club,” Candy protested.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Foxy chuckled. “I promise no one will hurt you.”

“Even you?” Candy asked with a smile on her face.

“All jokes aside, you’ll be fine,” Foxy replied. “Lockup, and let’s get out of here.”

They held hands as they walked out, and Candy looked at Foxy’s Mercedes SLS AMG sports car. “This car is fantastic, but how do you get in it without showing your ass?”

“It’s simple,” Foxy laughed. “Just back into the seat and spread your legs while swinging them in. Valets need something to brighten their day!”

Trying to rely on her newfound slutism, Candy tried to tune out the show she was offering anyone around them and managed to get into the low-slung sports car without being too much of a klutz. The leather seats seemed to completely absorb her and mold to her body shape.

Foxy snapped her four-point harness and quipped, “Buckle up Buttercup!”

“This seems more appropriate for a race car?” Candy replied as she tried to figure out how to connect the harness. Foxy thumbed the start button, and the big V8 roared into life. Candy could hear her inner self backing into a corner and pulling the blanket over her head while sucking her thumb. For an expensive sports car, the Mercedes settled into a loud lopsided idle, unlike the quiet elegance of power she expected. She could hear a low-pitched whine as the turbochargers spooled up. The car exhibited raw brute energy as it trembled in preparation for exploding off the starting line.

Foxy scanned the instrument cluster, and after satisfying herself the Beast was ready for battle, she leaned across the console and easily buckled Candy in.  “Now that I’ve got you where I want you,” Foxy quipped and kissed Candy full on the lips. She could feel the fire in the young woman’s mouth as she probed with her tongue.

Candy tried to resist, but it was no use as she felt herself being drawn into the undertow. It seemed like a brush fire was destroying her brain as she automatically sucked the big-haired girl’s tongue. She could feel Foxy stroking her thong as she spread her legs. This is not my fault, Candy told herself. I’m not a slut, am I?

Foxy’s hot breath was blowing in her ear and seemed like a white-hot sword penetrating her brain. “Let’s take those wet panties off. You don’t want to get a rash,” Foxy ordered. Without waiting for an answer, the big-haired girl grabbed the side strap and pulled. It broke with a snap, and Foxy quickly ripped the thong off. Wadding the wet underwear up and giving it a quick sniff, Foxy quipped, “I guess I don’t know my own strength! I’ll just add these to my collection,” and threw the panties into the tiny rear seat.

“Now, where were we,” Foxy giggled as she shoved three fingers in Candy’s wet cunt and her tongue in the girl’s mouth. As they kissed, Foxy realized that she should ease up on Candy and give the girl a chance to take a breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to push you,” Foxy said between kisses. “I tend to forget that everyone is not like me.”

Candy appeared serious as she looked deep into Foxy’s eyes, “It’s okay; I’m starting to realize that a lot of you is just an act! I’m enjoying the hell out of all this if you want to know the truth, and so far, you haven’t bent my morals too badly.”

As they drove away from the parking lot, Candy reached over and ran her hand up the inside of Foxy’s leg. Candy could feel the light trembling of the girl’s leg muscles as she stroked her. “This all turns you on, doesn’t it?” Candy asked as she watched Foxy clean up her dirty fingers.

“Yeah, it does, and I’m a cheap date,” Foxy replied as she glanced at Candy, who was watching her intently.

Foxy drove casually with one hand, even with the knowledge of the horsepower under the hood. A light touch on the accelerator would cause the car to leap forward and shove them back in the seats. “If you haven’t figured it out, this car is a Freudian extension of myself,” Foxy said. Candy noticed that Foxy subconsciously played with the shift lever as if it were a hard cock.

Glancing up, Candy noticed that they were alongside a city bus, and the passengers were watching her. She started to jerk her hand out from under Foxy’s short skirt but knew that was not what her big-haired friend would approve of. She let her fingers stroke Foxy’s wet pussy and asked, “I assume it’s okay to let the people on the bus watch?”

Candy could feel Foxy’s legs spread further apart as she replied, “Sure, even tourists deserve a free show.”

Then Candy asked, “Aren’t you going to reciprocate?”

Laughing, Foxy reached over and pulled Candy’s dress up to expose her sex. Candy’s clit was hard as a rock as Foxy rubbed it with her fingers. Candy leaned back in the seat and opened her legs wide to allow full access, both to Foxy’s fingers and the gaze of the passengers on the bus.

About LarryArcher

Larry Archer's the name, smut's my game. I am a writer of erotic literature that's generally always HEA (Happily Ever After), which typically involves no regrets sex. I write in a humorous style with a plot and suitable for reading with one hand. My stories are full of sexual situations that are often taken straight from our swinger lifestyle in Las Vegas. If you want to enjoy erotica, where every page is dripping with action, give me a try.
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12 Responses to Help With a Story

  1. Mark K says:

    “I’m easily distracted by shiny objects or short skirts”

    And squirrels?

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  2. Why in the world would Foxy want to see a psychiatrist?

    Otherwise, this is a great story kickoff!

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    • LarryArcher says:

      Lisabet I don’t have a clue, and I wish I could remember. I know it wouldn’t be anything serious for a normal person. Maybe she’s trying to swear off girls or big dicks? I use OneNote to store stuff and have been looking through my notes to see if I can find anything. Since I switched over to an HP workstation from my Lenovo desktop, there may be a file that I didn’t move over. I need to start it up and search for a missing file.


    • Mark K says:

      As I said to Larry in an e-mail, (he kinda suggested that’s what he wanted anyone to do) that is the $64,000 question.

      I suggested it had to do with the events in House Party, either before or after those books.

      Her deciding to run off to California, was certainly a break from her character, so the question is why she did that.

      If this story takes place before House Party, then it could involve her wondering what life could be like without Larry, since, at least I think this is the case, it has been established that she’s never been “on her own” and Larry has been her “protector”.

      So maybe she wonders what it would be like to be a free range Foxy, and goes to the shrink to discuss with him about her doubts and wondering about doing that.

      So, her visits to the Shrink could be why she ran off to California, assuming of course, that he gave her advice that would make her decide to do that.

      If it takes place after House Party, then she may see a shrink to try and understand why she ran off in the first place, worried that she could lose Larry to Sherry, if she didn’t understand, or could control, why she ran off to California.

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      • LarryArcher says:

        Mark, you think too much. 🙂

        The problem here is that we are dealing with fictional characters that are somewhat loosely based on real characters. I’ve told myself a million times that I screwed up when I created the fictional Foxy and Larry. Originally, writing was to give me an outlet for some of the things we’ve seen or done. Then later, Foxy and Larry took on a life of their own, and I’ve always tried to keep the fictional versions somewhat true to the real ones.

        With a story, you need to inject things that cause chaos and conflict to make things interesting. Our real lives, while not dull, are not really full of problems as a story should have. So I decided to have Foxy leave her husband and go to California to make dirty movies. While becoming a porn star is not terribly far-fetched for my wife, as she’s starred in a number of homemade adult movies. Plus, being an ex-model has never found a camera she didn’t love.

        I haven’t really thought a lot about where in the timeline the stories occur. You have to realize that often I’m working on two or three stories at the same time and switch from one to another when I get bored with one story. This means that the timing is somewhat hazy. If I was James Patterson and making a hundred million a year, I could afford an assistant to keep me on the straight and narrow. LOL

        As for the shrink, I’m guessing that he’s going to be a love interest and more than a side hustle for her. Butch is based upon a friend of ours and is similarly endowed. We originally met him and his wife. They were interested in the Lifestyle but were having problems. He left her, and we first got together with him and his girlfriend. After only going to one house party, where Foxy named him Horse Dick, his girlfriend didn’t want to attend any more parties. He owned a fairly large business, and I think she was concerned about the potential competition. We started just partying with them as couple to couple.

        She ended up taking him to the cleaners, but that’s a different story.

        I’m supposing here, but I’m guessing that the shrink would replace Butch as Foxy’s new boy toy. In the meantime, I’m working on a story where Foxy becomes infatuated with a college boy. I’m what’s called a “pantster” as I write from the seat of my pants and often have no idea where a story ends up. I’ve written stories that take such a turn that I have to go back and rewrite the beginning to match the ending.

        I don’t know what I’m going to do with the shrink, if anything, at this point. Hopefully, something will spark a memory of where the story was heading. I liked the first chapter I wrote but currently have two stories in the works and have promised you that I’d create a story about the woman Foxy sold to the people who make German Goo Girls movies.

        I try to make the stories fit together but don’t always succeed, and you have to take it with a grain of salt. Erotica is not supposed to be top-of-the-line writing but a way to string fucking and sucking together with somewhat of a plot.

        And I have to agree with you that my wife (both copies) live in a fantasy world with little responsibility beyond having a good time. We met when she was quite young and still using a fake id to buy drinks. I’ve always made decent money and don’t mind supporting her. I tell people that I married her for her looks and to be arm candy, and that’s the truth. If I want to hide something from her, I’d put it in the oven as she’d never find it. Foxy is the perfect person for me, and I love her to death, even with her less-than-adequate skill sets. Her running off to California would be a hoot in reality. Foxy can get lost in the driveway but can meet someone and, five years later, remembers their name and where they met. For someone who is close to being a professional poker player, she’s certainly not dumb, but a lot of things don’t interest her.

        I’m not sure if I answered your questions or not but hopefully made a dent in it.


  3. kdaddy23 says:

    Eh, I’m kinda not liking how Candy goes from “clueless” to wanton slut without anything about what was going through her mind upon seeing Foxy and their opening conversation. I would have written something about what Candy was thinking and feeling upon seeing her and their somewhat suggestive conversation. What’s Foxy thinking about upon seeing the allegedly demur receptionist before her appointment gets cancelled by the handsome doctor?

    If I’m writing this, I’d see that I’d have to flesh that out. Foxy commands her to come with her and Candy… obeys. No thoughts about that? No “what the hell” reaction to Foxy getting her all wet and ready to be feasted upon? And why would Foxy have to see a shrink?

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  4. LarryArcher says:

    kDaddy, Quick as a bunny she is! In real life you’re right that things don’t go as quick as we’d like, but in the ether, things can run at the speed of light!

    As you have dabbled in the lifestyle, I’m sure you’ve seen things happen quickly. Typically, when we’ve picked up people and then consummated the relationship, you have to believe that they were already thinking about doing the dirty from the get go.

    Off the top of my head, I can name three or four instances where we’ve bedded a straight couple, guy, or girl straight away. Once at a strip club, a nudist camp, and a time or two at a bar. In erotic stories, you have to take the plot line with a grain of salt but in a lot of cases, I can tell you a real story to back it up.

    Like in “Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party,” we had a couple who lived two houses down show up at 1AM on New Year’s Night as there were over one hundred naked and semi-naked running around in our house. The funny thing was that she wanted to stay, but her hubby couldn’t take it.

    My wife is good about seducing women, and I don’t think they feel the threat with another woman until it’s too late.

    Previously, I’ve always tried to keep our behavior somewhat honest, but lately, I’ve been branching outside of our comfort zone.

    I liked the first chapter and wish that I could remember where the story was heading. Candy being “ordered” is somewhat true that a lot of women like that as it removes the responsibility of admitting they want to. It’s sort of like why you have safewords, to allow you to say no and not really mean it.

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  5. Mark K says:

    “Mark, you think too much.”

    Occupational hazard for someone who majored in Physics with a minor in Math and Philosophy. 😉

    “As for the shrink, I’m guessing that he’s going to be a love interest and more than a side hustle for her.”

    OK, if that’s the angle, then the logical play would be that she’s seeing him because she heard from someone how good a lover he is and wants to hook up.

    Of course, that doesn’t really explain why she wants to keep it secret from Larry.

    The fictional one doesn’t seem to mind her infatuation with Butch, so it wouldn’t be clear why he would have an issue with her hooking up with another “Horse Dick”.

    “With a story, you need to inject things that cause chaos and conflict to make things interesting.”

    Yes, by definition “drama” involves conflict, so I get your point.

    However, fictional Foxy needing to see a shrink for help with some issue, an issue she doesn’t want fictional Larry to know about seems like a perfect segue for a conflict that could propel a story forward.

    Of course all of this is only applicable if you’re going for something beyond a stroke story, and if that’s not your intent, well then let me channel my inner Emily Litella.

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    • LarryArcher says:

      One thing to also keep in mind is that I still have no idea what my original storyline was when I wrote the first chapter, and so far, I’m just stumbling around in the dark.

      When she wants to keep the visit off the books, it’s obvious that she’s trying to hide it from Larry. Trying to think like the fictional Foxy, the only things that she would potentially be concerned about would be her fascination for Butch and the desire to star in porn movies. Both are the only things that could damage her relationship with Larry and the gravy train she feeds on.

      Larry’s new serious relationships, which are basically her fault, now have created multiple barbarians at the gate. She may have realized that she’s poked the bear one time too many and needs to fix herself to ensure Larry doesn’t give her walking papers.

      In spite of all her sometimes bimbo decisions, she is highly intelligent and certainly not ignorant of all the problems she is creating. One thing swinging teaches you is that you can separate sex and love. Plus, we have to keep in mind that she is a fictional character and not making these decisions. I’m the one (the author) making the choices for her. The people in my stories live in a world that has few consequences for their actions, like Walter Mitty.

      Another problem I have is that I have no training in writing, much less smut stories. Before “becoming” an author, I’d never done the things most authors go through in learning to write. That has got to be a handicap. Being a self-taught psychologist, I realize that our subconscious drives perception and decision-making based upon the demons who live hidden deep in our minds.

      The real Butch has never been a threat to our relationship, and so I’m not sure if, subconsciously, that has any bearing on this whole thing. This whole exercise has been throwing spaghetti against the wall, but so far, nothing has stuck. I like the flow of the chapter, and hopefully, I can come up with a storyline and not have to throw it into the electron dustbin.

      And yes, ultimately, this is a stroke story, but I’m trying to wrap the dirty parts in a plot that kind of makes sense.


      • Mark K says:

        Well here’s another concept that might work.

        The shrink is in the Butch category for his equipment, and Foxy hears about this from someone and is intrigued.

        He also specializes in marriage counseling, and perhaps has been known to adopt a “hands on” approach for certain wives. Maybe that’s how Foxy found out, from one of those wives.

        So Foxy visits to try and set the hook, but doesn’t want Larry to know that she’s visited a marriage councilor. figuring he’ll interpret it the wrong way.

        Once she seduces Candy, she sees a different way to get the shrink into her bed. Get Candy to tell him about how much fun she had at Fox’s Den, and so he’ll end up visiting and the rest is the usual wash, rinse, repeat of outsiders drawn into Foxy’s and Larry’s orbit.

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