The Shrink Goes Back to the Couch

I lost an argument with myself and am going back to the drawing board on The Shrink. Well, not entirely back to the drawing board as I can’t find my crayons, and most of The Shrink is already completed.

The Shrink is at 65,000 words, and I need to add at least one more chapter and possibly two. I’ve decided it didn’t seem to end as I’d like and need to add more. Typically, smut stories are short, and many are under 20K words, but I’ve struggled to write short stories. I think the shortest one I’ve done is about 13K and was basically a fuck and suck story, as we say in the Lifestyle. Most of my stories are in the 50-80K range, which is a typical paperback size. House Party became a four-book series and ended up around 250,000 words.

At the bottom of this post is an x-rated excerpt from my upcoming book, The Shrink. Follow my blog for updates on when the story will be available. The Shrink will be available in both electronic and paperback formats.

While I like watching the cash register ring up sales, I’ve never written for the money because I enjoy pounding the keyboard (in addition to my pud). Writing porn stories is a lot of fun, and I’ve had a blast the last eleven years and publishing about thirty-five books, with most available in electronic or paperback formats.

I’m particularly proud of my paperback versions which forced me to conquer QuarkXPress desktop publishing software. As an engineer and long-time computer programmer, I get off on doing stuff on my bevy of computers. I’ve discovered used Hewlett Packard workstations, and my four primary workstations are HP Z620 mid-towers with dual Xeon E5-2697 12-core CPUs and 192 Gb of RAM running Windows 10 Pro. What’s cool about these is that the total investment per machine is under $1,000. They are five-plus years old but will run with the new dogs on the street. The cases are a little beat up from being in a server room or under the desk of a CAD person, but they still work great. The HP Z series workstations come apart without a screwdriver and are designed to be easily maintained and upgraded.

Under my desk are four Z620s feeding two 32-Inch flatscreen monitors running 2560×1440  through a KVM switch, displaying an almost full-size image of my wife buck naked with a baby cougar (a real cougar!) as a background. She is not entirely buck-naked as she has a thong and thigh-high red and white striped socks but close enough. Foxy is pushing six feet, and the dual monitors make her almost life-size. Her big hair mostly fits on the screen, which I love.

I switched to HP workstations when I discovered that running PhotoShop, Corel Draw, and Quark at the same time would bring my homebuilt 32Gb Intel I7 desktop to its knees. PhotoShop has issues with other memory-hungry programs, especially when you throw LightRoom into the mix. Opening and closing programs to get them working correctly was a pain. Now I can open everything with memory to spare.

Speaking of CorelDraw, if the price is scaring you off, consider trying InkScape for cover design. InkScape is an open-source (i.e., free!) mostly clone of CorelDraw. Corel is a commercial ad layout program that is great for designing book covers. I’ve used Corel for years, and virtually all of my book covers and advertising are created with CorelDraw. These programs are great when you have to produce output that matches the desired size of the cover. Certainly, you can use PhotoShop or GIMP, but why when software is available that is designed for this purpose.


I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life. I write about what we do and see, especially swingers, unicorns, Hotwives, and cuckolds. 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. I publish at all the typical outlets if you want to check out my stories.

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X-Rated Excerpt From The Shrink

Candy squirmed in her seat as she checked the time. Foxy should be here any minute, she thought. She was wearing one of the new dresses Larry had bought her, and she looked so frigging hot. Candy had decided not to tell Foxy about the new outfits she had as she didn’t know if Larry had told his wife about him buying outfits for his new girlfriend.

Hearing the outer office door open, she looked up, but it was only the doctor’s wife, April. She was a short brunette, attractive but was always conservatively dressed. She reminded Candy of a librarian but without the horn-rimmed glasses. “Hello, Ms. Arno,” Candy said and tried to wipe the disappointment off her face.

“Sorry, I’m not who you expected,” Ms. Arno said. She was also a psychiatrist and taught at the university. The doctor had said his wife was good at picking up clues, and Candy couldn’t believe that she was this transparent to his wife.

“No, you don’t understand,” Candy said as she stood up in her new mini-dress. Braless, the plunging neckline, showed off her young firm boobs to their best advantage. And it was ultra short to highlight her nice legs. She was exactly the same size as Foxy, just not as tall.

“Nice dress,” Ms. Arno exclaimed as she checked her husband’s receptionist out. “I hope you don’t catch a cold,” She laughed.

“My boyfriend bought it for me,” Candy proudly said while pushing her breasts out.

“He doesn’t mind you running around like that?” Ms. Arno exclaimed. “I’m not sure Ziggy would approve of me out in public dressed like that, but I have to admit you look fabulous.”

“Larry likes arm candy and insisted that I take this dress,” Candy replied.

“It doesn’t bother him for you to expose yourself like that, and what is arm candy?” She asked. Kids and their slang expressions, She thought.

“Arm candy is when you have a cute girl on your arm to show off,” Candy giggled. “It’s bragging to show the other guys what they don’t have!”

“Well, you certainly make good arm candy, that’s for sure,” Ms. Arno replied. “A boyfriend, eh? What’s he look like?”

“Tall, dark, handsome, and maybe a little dangerous,” Candy replied with a shudder as she remembered looking up at him while he was drilling her lights out. The sensation of his big dick deep in her tight hole was impossible to keep from reacting to the nasty thoughts that suddenly flooded her mind.

“From the visceral reaction, I’m guessing he’s a keeper?” Ms. Arno laughed. “And call me April. We don’t have to be so formal.”

Just then, the door opened, and Foxy strutted in, wearing a similar outfit to Candy except with a solid gold woven chain stretched between her nipple rings. With heels, she was six inches taller than Candy with those long, tanned legs.

She obviously didn’t see the doctor’s wife and walked straight to Candy and gave her a long sensuous kiss on the lips. Reaching inside the open top, Foxy fondled her boobs as they kissed. Ms. Arno just stared with her mouth open as Foxy held Candy tightly without giving her a chance to interrupt.

“I’ve missed you,” Foxy said between kisses. “Nice dress! It really shows off your tits!”

“Foxy, this is Ms. Arno, the doctor’s wife,” Candy replied as she pointed to April while trying to defuse the situation.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that we weren’t alone,” Foxy explained as she turned to examine her new lover-to-be’s wife. “I’m Foxy,” She said and extended her hand.

“Professor April Arno, nice to meet you,” April replied as she shook hands. April was average height, and Foxy towered over her. It was hard to keep from staring at the big-haired girl’s boobs at almost eye level, with the chain connecting them.

Just then, over the intercom, “Candy, is Foxy here yet?”

“Yes, doctor. She just came,” Candy giggled as she leaned over the desk to press the speaker button.

“Send her in, please,” Came the reply.

Foxy turned and looked at April with one eyebrow raised.

“Go on in,” April said. “I was just dropping off something for Ziggy, and I’m sure you’re more important than his Cross pen; he forgot.”

“I would certainly hope so,” Foxy replied with a laugh. “I hope to see you again soon.” Then turning to Candy, she gave the young woman another kiss on the lips, flounced to the inner office door, and went in.

“Interesting, I’m assuming Freud could devote an entire book on her,” April said after watching Foxy’s butt in her tight dress, which barely covered her behind. “I can imagine she has some issues to work out?”

Laughing, Candy replied, “No, she doesn’t consider her behavior or dress a problem in the least. And, I have to admit, she’s a little on the wild side.”

“Can I ask about the elephant in the room? You said that you had a boyfriend. Yet it appears that you have a girlfriend also from your tongue in her mouth,” April asked with a smirk on her face.

Candy turned bright pink and replied, “As Foxy says, I’ve come over to the dark side also. We are close friends and lovers.”

Switching automatically to shrink mode, April asked, “Do you consider yourself a lesbian?”

“No, I’m now a bisexual unicorn,” Candy responded with a laugh. “I’m discovering how much fun it is to go both ways.”

“Does your boyfriend know?”

“Well, sort of,” Candy giggled. “He is her husband, and we’re still working out the sleeping arrangements.”

“You are having sex with both the husband and the wife?” April asked as she tried to get her head around the concept.

“That’s what a unicorn does,” Candy explained with a big grin on her face.

“Foxy doesn’t mind you having intercourse with her husband?” April probed. “She’s not jealous?”

“They believe that there is a difference between sex and love,” Candy said. “I can have sex with Larry but not make love to him. However, if I’m honest with myself, it’s hard not to be in love with him. He’s such a dreamboat!”

“Should I be worried about my husband with that bombshell?” April asked as it dawned on her how much danger her husband was in.

“Uh . . .,” Candy stuttered as she tried to decide what to say. Finally, she said, “Foxy doesn’t mean to harm your relationship. You have to understand how they think.”

“If I walk into his office right now, am I going to be pissed off?” April asked as she tried to process the anger and jealousy that flared. The image of that beautiful woman naked and being screwed by her husband flashed in her mind.

“You should probably take a breath and try to relax. It’s not that bad,” Candy said apologetically.

Just then, they heard a cry from the doctor’s office that Candy recognized as Foxy climaxing, followed by a rhythmic banging sound. Candy looked at Dr. Arno’s wife as they both listened to Foxy getting her brains fucked out.

Candy watched as a single tear ran down April’s cheek as the obscene noises got louder. She put her arms around April and held her as the doctor’s wife softly sobbed. Without thinking, Candy kissed April on the neck and squeezed her tightly. She could feel April slowly relax as their bodies molded together.

“She doesn’t love him, does she?” April asked. “Promise me that, at least.”

“No, beyond his dick, she’d be lucky to remember his name,” Candy giggled.

Laughing, April kissed Candy and said, “Thank you. I needed that.”

The kiss surprised Candy, and she looked at the doctor’s wife with interest. “Are you okay? This must be a lot to deal with.”

“I’m still trying to process everything, but my training is kicking in,” April said. “I’m beginning to see that I haven’t been taking care of my husband as I should have.”

“Don’t beat yourself up. Foxy is a tough act to follow,” Candy said as she squeezed April’s hand. “Can I buy you a drink, and let’s talk about it? I’m starting to understand them better, and you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Why the hell not,” April said. “I don’t want to be standing here when she walks out with my husband’s sperm dripping out of her cheating cunt, as I’d assume she’s not wearing panties.”

“Let me grab my purse, and let’s bail,” Candy said and ushered April out of the office. Walking down the hall, Candy asked, “Foxy’s husband is picking me up. Do you have a problem going with him?”

“Is he nice?”

“He’s a knight on a white horse or Don Quixote without the windmill,” Candy laughed. “He can explain everything and help you understand his wife’s antics. Plus, he has a big long cock!”

“My dick head husband is fucking his slut of a wife, and I’m worried about him being nice,” April said sarcastically as the unfamiliar four-letter words rolled off her tongue. “Let’s go for it.”

~ ~ ~

Watch for The Shrink coming soon. Follow Larry Archer’s blog for updates.

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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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4 Responses to The Shrink Goes Back to the Couch

  1. kdaddy23's avatar kdaddy23 says:

    One of the things that always bugged me was trying to end a story. The other is sitting and reading through it and.. where am I going with this? And how do you lose an argument with yourself?

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  2. LarryArcher's avatar LarryArcher says:

    My stories typically never have a real ending where the hero swoops up the damsel and rides off in the distance. Or she finds out the hard way that I had my fingers crossed when I said I wouldn’t cum in her mouth.

    I typically lose an argument when I have an argument with an unarmed opponent.

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  3. “No, beyond his dick, she’d be lucky to remember his name,” Candy giggled.

    Fabulous excerpt, Larry! This sounds like one of your best stories.

    xxoo,
    Lisabet

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