It’s Friday in Sin City. Another glorious weekend is before us as we edge our way out of winter and into spring. Las Vegas has the greatest weather except for possibly San Diego without the taxes. It doesn’t dip below freezing often, and the typical winter weather is at its worst in the 40s and 50s. We must suffer three or four months of 100+, but the rest of the year is pleasant.

With COVID not entirely in the rearview mirror, being vaccinated and boosted with the government’s little microchip spying on us, it’s relatively safe to go out and meet the masses with our cheap sunglasses, as ZZ Top sings.

If you are a self-published author, I’ve discovered a neat tool for reporting your Amazon sales, KDP Champ. The site takes input from your Amazon sales and creates several neat graphs to show how well or poorly your sales are going. I’m currently experimenting with the free basic version, and if you do advertising with Amazon, their paid versions offer many benefits.

Today my favorite outlet for erotic literature, Kinky Literature, is featuring one of my stories, Fantasy Swingers. Here’s a buy link for the story. As a photographer, I’m especially proud of my cover images. The original underlying image is shown above. It reminds me so much of my wife and her in-your-face attitude.

I’ve made no bones about it, I married Foxy for her body and looks. She’s the best arm candy anyone could hope for and is so far out of my pay grade! She doesn’t cook and struggles with anything more complicated than her vibrator. But the envious looks you get when she struts in with those long legs, and braless boobs make it all worthwhile. As a Texan, I love her curly big hair like an 80s porn star. A better companion and lover no one could hope for, and our travels through life have been a blast.

My current work in progress is tentatively entitled “The Shrink.” Many of my stories involve Foxy and Larry, a swinger couple who own a titty bar, The Fox’s Den, named after Larry’s wife. Foxy and Larry are a somewhat true-to-life version of my wife and me. I started writing erotic stories ten years ago to talk about what we’ve done and seen in real life.

My initial ramblings have resulted in publishing forty-five ebooks and paperbacks which revolve around the world of swingers, Hotwives, and unicorns. Almost twenty ebooks and eighteen paperbacks involve a saga of our impetuous couple as they thread their way through the trials and tribulations of throwing your house keys in a bowl.

My last half dozen or so stories involved letting Foxy off her leash to run amok in Vegas and L.A. She’s not quite as far over the edge in real life, and I don’t have more money than God, but we’re having fun.

The fictitious Foxy has started to worry that her sluttier than usual behavior is threatening her marriage but seems unable to make a course correction. In the House Party series of 4 books, Foxy ran off to Los Angeles and became a porn star.

Worrying about what it could do to Larry, she enlisted a blonde who had an affair with Larry to watch over him. Being a big-tittied blonde, Foxy decided that Sherry would be the safest bet as some of his other girlfriends could permanently take her side of the bed.

Moving back home didn’t quench her urge to stray, and she continues to make mistakes that could potentially split them up. Like a drug addict, Foxy can’t seem to stop her impulses to sample young hung guys and decides to see a shrink. Then her good intentions are immediately dashed. Could we expect any different outcome?

Foxy falls in love with the doctor’s assistant Candy. But then, she discovers the good doctor looks like the star of bodice rippers Fabio Lanzoni and is in heat. Choosing is so difficult!

That’s what has happened so far in the first 30,000 words, and more, much more to come. As a seat-of-the-pants writer, I have no idea how this story will play out. I’m like Stephen King, who says he watches the characters in his mind and writes down what they do.

I also can see the story in my mind, and it just runs free without commercials or clothes, like Homer Simpson when he dreams of donuts. Then, in front of my computer, I pound out the details that I’ve witnessed.

I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. Larry Archer’s porn stories are generally positive and fun, as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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Here’s an X-Rated section clipped out of The Shrink, my latest smut story that’s about half done.

The Setup – Foxy has just met Candy, the assistant at her shrink’s office, and is in love. Candy wants to visit Larry’s strip club and they are pulling into the parking lot:

“Here we are,” Foxy said as she turned on the blinkers and pulled in behind a long stretch limousine entering the entrance to the strip club. “Try to wait before drawing a conclusion about what you see, as The Fox’s Den operates on a different plane.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Candy said as she looked around the gentleman’s club. “It can’t be any worse than spring break in Florida. Are those girls valets, who park the cars? They look like Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders, but their boobs are out?”

“The girls came up with their costumes to wear. My husband turned them down originally, but the girls insisted on the outfits,” Foxy laughed as they watched the girls running back and forth parking guest vehicles. Unlike the famous cheerleaders, the valets didn’t have a bikini top under the vest but their nubile breasts were completely exposed. And the cut-off Daisy Dukes showed the cheeks of their asses.

One of the girls saw Foxy’s car and yelled to another valet, and the two of them ran up to the Mercedes. Foxy hit the button to raise the gull-wing doors as the two young girls approached.

“Foxy!” One girl yelled with a big smile on her face. Candy watched as the girl leaned under the door and planted a big kiss on Foxy’s lips. Her perfect breasts were completely exposed, and it was hard for Candy to tear her eyes away. Just then, the other valet leaned in the car to unbuckle the four-point harness and raked her erect nipple across Candy’s face when she reached for the buckle. As the harness snapped open, Candy found the valet’s tongue deep in her mouth. Automatically, she returned the favor and felt the emotions in her body from the fire starting between her legs.

“Who are you?” The valet asked. “I don’t remember seeing you before.”

“Candy,” She replied.

“Of course you are,” The valet giggled.

Candy and Foxy both laughed at the response and allowed themselves to be helped out of the car. Holding hands, they walked to the entrance behind a group of about ten young couples who had just exited a party bus from one of the hotels.

“Can I have a tour so I can see everything?” Candy asked as she looked around, wide-eyed like a rube to the big city.

“Certainly,” Foxy replied. “As you know, my husband owns The Fox’s Den, which is named after his beautiful and sexy wife, moi. We had just moved from the midwest after Larry sold the computer software company he had founded. He was out exploring and stopped to check out one of the strip clubs along Industrial Road.

“By accident, Larry met the owner, an older gentleman who was getting tired of dealing with the business and wanted to retire. Larry and I frequently went to clubs back home, and the thought of owning a gentleman’s club intrigued him. Plus, the fact of being around half-naked eighteen-year-olds with firm young tits was probably a big factor.

“They haggled on a price, and fifteen minutes later, we owned a titty bar.”

“Wow, and that doesn’t bother you to have your husband surrounded by beautiful naked women?” Candy asked as they waited in line to be checked in.

“If the truth were known, I like pussy as much as I do dick, so it didn’t seem much of a downside to me,” Foxy laughed. Then she turned and put her arms around Candy’s neck and kissed the young girl. There was something about Candy that Foxy couldn’t get enough of. Larry had taught her you could tell how turned on a woman was by the softness of her lips, and Candy was almost melting. She loved the way Candy sucked her tongue as they ground their mouths together.

“You came over to the dark side pretty easily,” Foxy gasped between kisses. “Are you sure this is your first time with a girl?” The feel of the redhead’s firm body against hers was making it difficult to keep from ripping her clothes off and doing her in the parking lot as the tourists watched. Candy seemed to feel the same way as her knee was firmly pressed between Foxy’s legs while the big-haired brunette ground her sex against her new squeeze.

Biting Foxy’s earlobe, Candy whispered, “I’m okay with you fucking me right here in front of everyone!” Then, giggling, stuck her tongue in Foxy’s ear. The sound of Candy’s tongue grinding in her ear set her brain on fire.

Foxy looked at Candy and could see the lust in her half-lidded eyes and wondered what was in store for them. Then the clapping and cheering from the group in front made her realize that they were making out in front of a crowd. Then she heard a man say, “Foxy,” and recognized Steve’s voice.

“You don’t have to wait in line,” Steve said as he guided Foxy and Candy to the side. “You’re going to make the dancers jealous as the paying customers are all in the parking lot watching you two!”

Candy looked at the tall, handsome man in a sports coat with the emblem of a running fox above the pocket. On the other side was a gold name badge with “Steve” and “Security” on it. Her body was already on fire with strange emotions from her new girlfriend. Now standing in front of her was a six-foot-two hunk with broad shoulders who moved like a cat. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes that twinkled as he held Foxy’s arm.

“Steve, this is Candy, my new girlfriend,” Foxy introduced them. “He’s one of the reasons I told you never to worry while you are at the club. Candy wanted to see what a strip club was like.”

“Candy, never hesitate to ask for assistance from one of us, on staff, for anything,” Steve answered in his deep smooth voice. “Here is my business card with a phone number that reaches me day or night. We are very protective of Foxy and Larry and, by extension, their friends. If you are ever in need of anything, and I mean anything, call me.”

I can think of a few things you can help me with, Candy thought as she tried to keep the smirk off her face and only responded, “Thank you, Steve, for your hospitality.”

Raising his voice, Steve told the crowd around them, “Folks, the warm-up show is over, and I’m going to take these ladies inside before Metro’s finest takes their borderline illegal act to the hoosegow. Now, you see why The Fox’s Den is the hottest club in town as even the guests are smokin’.”

There was a lot of good-natured grousing from the onlookers as Steve escorted Foxy and her date into the club.

“Behind the rope, I assume?” Steve asked Foxy and gestured towards the red velvet rope that divided off one corner of the club.

“Thanks, Steve. You’re a gentleman as always,” Foxy replied and kissed him on the cheek. Candy could see Steve blush at the comment, and he unhooked the red rope to let them in. He led them to a 4-top next to the dance floor.

“This okay?” Foxy asked Candy, who nodded her head. Steve pulled their chairs out and helped them sit. Foxy took her chair and scooted it around until she was next to Candy. The act caused a warm feeling between Candy’s legs when she realized Foxy wanted to sit beside her.

“Anything going on?” Foxy asked Steve.

“Sherry is here with a film crew working on her expose of the Den,” Steve laughed. “I’ll get the waitress over to take your orders. Do you want shooters as usual?”

“How about Tarantula with a water back,” Foxy replied. “I need to keep my wits about me with Candy.”

“Tarantula?” Candy asked.

“It’s a citrus-flavored sipping Tequila,” Foxy answered. “Give it a try, and if you don’t like it, we have virtually everything at the bar. Linda even keeps the good stuff for special customers.”

“This is my night for firsts, so why not,” Candy laughed as she watched Steve’s butt as he walked to the bar.

“You could do a lot worse,” Foxy said as she tracked Candy’s eyes.

“Have you?” Candy asked.

“We’ve gotten together off and on,” Foxy admitted. “He’s a good fuck and he has endurance.”

“Does Larry know?” Candy asked.

“Of course,” Foxy confirmed. “Larry and I are swingers or in what people call an open marriage but don’t just run loose. Try to withhold your opinions until you get to know us as our world is not like most straights imagine.”

A tall, thirtyish slender brunette with a curly head of brunette hair walked up with their tray of drinks. Candy saw that she was wearing a wife beater t-shirt roughly hacked off below her braless tits and ripped open down the front. The girl’s dusky nipples clearly poked through the thin ribbed cotton material. She was wearing a short pleated tennis-style skirt that barely covered her butt and had perfectly tanned long legs with wedge sneakers.

With a practiced hand, she placed two tall frozen ice-coated shot glasses with a thick bluish liquid in them, along with two large bottles of Fiji water. Then she kissed Foxy full on the lips, and Candy could see their tongues dancing together. The two girls could have been twins as they were mirror images of each other. Apparently, kissing is required with everything people do around here, Candy thought to herself as she tried to ignore the unfamiliar urgings from between her thighs. There was something about this strange and funny brunette who had just walked into her life and threatened to steal her heart away.

“Linda, this is my new friend Candy. Candy, this is Linda, the club manager,” Foxy introduced the tall brunette.

“Nice to meet you,” Candy replied as she studied the girl.

“Likewise,” Linda smiled at Candy. “Let me know if you girls need anything?”

Candy watched Linda’s behind sway as she walked back to the bar. “You could be twins,” Candy stated and then turned to face Foxy. “Am I going to have to fight her for your affections?” Candy added with a laugh.

“There is no rush, and I want you to understand what you’re getting into,” Foxy replied honestly and grasped Candy’s hands with hers. “I know this is fast, but I feel a connection between us and don’t want to fuck it up. Linda and I have NSA sex which is probably different from what you’re used to.”

“NSA Sex?”

“No Strings Attached, or basically fuck buddies,” Foxy explained. “When you get older, you’ll realize that there is a difference between sex and love. When I’m with someone besides my husband, it is sex and not love.”

“And me?” Candy asked.

“The short answer is I don’t know,” Foxy said and leaned in to kiss Candy. “I’ve been with other women, but it’s always been sex up until now. There is something different about you, and I hope you feel it also.”

“I’ve never had a serious relationship before now and agree that there is something between us which I don’t understand either,” Candy said. “Is Larry going to be a problem?”

“He’s probably the least of our problems,” Foxy replied. “Do me a favor, and don’t say anything about working for a shrink. Just say we met in a bar or something if it ever comes up.”

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