This weekend has become my perfect storm. I’m in the process of publishing The Shrink and generating the myriad of files necessary for the electronic (ePub), paperback, and audio versions. At the same time, I’ve realized that I’ve been neglecting Google Play Books and Books2Read. They have been in the corner, quietly sobbing in despair while I’ve been busy chasing skirts and abusing myself.

The Shrink, an 80,000-word non-stop fucking and sucking story, is finally complete and somewhat out the door. The electronic versions get kicked out of the nest first, with Amazon Kindle, SmashWords, and Google Play Books versions submitted and approved. Using Books2Read, I’ve created a common link to all the versions and formats of the story, including the paperback and audio versions. See this link; fingers crossed.

The Books2Read page for The Shrink is only partially populated, as I need to add in the paperback and audiobook versions. As usual, I’m trying to do four things at the same time, plus having to cook for myself as Foxy is out of town visiting her cousin. Who am I kidding? I married Foxy for her looks and those long legs, not her domestic skills. The only thing she knows what to do with a frying pan is hit me upside the head with it.

The paperback version file is about fifty percent complete, and QuarkXPress is continuing to play nice for a change. I think it’s afraid that I’m going to switch over to FrameMaker. The publishing houses offer conversion methods to convert your document files into paperback form, but I’m a sucker for the hard way. I often will pull on the door marked push just to see if it will bend to my will.

My paperback version of The Shrink is approximately 250 pages, and even though much of the work is performed by templates and style sheets, there is still a fair amount of labor involved. After I get the interior PDF formatted, I then have to calculate the spine thickness and adjust the cover image to the final dimensions. My goal is to have the paperback out the door today, and then I’m going to continue working on Google Play Books and Books2Read.

I’ve often treated Google Play Books as a redheaded stepchild but have decided to bring it into the family to sit at the grown-up table. By the same token, I’m venturing into audiobooks and pleased with the initial results so far.

Nina, the Fallen Ballerina and the four-book House Party series is currently available as an audiobook. Once I get the paperback version of The Shrink finished, I can concentrate on the other odds and ends of publishing other stories on audiobook.

I need to give a shout-out to Lisabet Sarai and her ongoing efforts to save the world from itself. The recent earthquakes and flooding from dam failures have killed and displaced tens of thousands of people. The destruction is difficult to phantom, and they desperately need assistance. Today on Lisabet’s Charity Sunday, she is highlighting the Humanitarian Open Street Map Team’s (HOTOSM) efforts to aid in assisting rescue teams in helping with these disasters. For every comment you leave on Lisabet’s blog post, she’ll donate two dollars to HOTOSM. She is also giving away one of her erotic romance novels to a commenter. Use the link below to visit Lisabet Sarai’s blog and post a comment. You might get lucky and grab a copy of her story, too.

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2023/09/charity-sunday-where-is-help-needed.html

As I close up shop and get back to creating my paperback version of The Shrink, I’d like to tell you a little about it. First, the blurb:

The Shrink – An 80,000-word explicit erotic romance. After running off to Los Angeles to become a porn star (House Party), Foxy struggles to stop destroying her marriage as her addiction to new lovers seems unquenchable. Every attempt she makes seems to result in her husband taking a new lover, which pushes her further off her side of the bed.

In desperation, Foxy seeks the services of a psychiatrist to help moderate her need for sexual gratification but ends up in heat with the gorgeous body of the shrink and his sexy assistant. Foxy discovers that the couch is more useful for other things besides talking about her dreams.

She struggles to keep her clothes on long enough to help her marriage, yet the shrink and his assistant are so tasty and help feed her addiction.

Like all Larry Archer erotica, this explicit sexual romp features nonstop situations described in exquisite detail yet always ends up HEA (Happily Ever After). Porn with a plot.

Available in electronic, paperback, and audio formats for however you like your smut.

Nineteen stories about Foxy and Larry have been published over the last thirteen years. Wifey and I are swingers in the real world. Writing porn stories about our adventures has been a fun way to highlight some of the fun we’ve had with our house keys in a bowl.

Naturally, the names of the guilty have been changed to not “out” them as our lifestyle is not accepted by many of those in the straight community. The fictional Foxy and Larry are close to our real selves and live in Las Vegas. If you read all of the nineteen stories involving Foxy and Larry, it will be a saga of our travels in the world of swingers.

We travel extensively and have visited swing clubs across the United States. Swingers are a fun group, as you might imagine. Our best and closest couples are those we’ve met at House Parties across the country. Swingers, in general, seldom divorce and marry for life in most cases. Foxy and I often talk about how much fun we’ve had partying. While sex is certainly a part of wife-swapping, it’s not the overriding reason. The friendships you develop are beyond the bonds between straight friends.

My stories have always been HEA, other than the times Foxy beats her slaves, but it’s all in fun. I decided to try something different and stir the pot a little. The genesis of this was the four-book House Party series. Foxy is an exhibitionist and a six-foot goddess who is so far out of my pay grade, but don’t tell her. For her, going to a swinger’s house party is the ultimate high. She can wear outfits that would get her arrested and is continually aroused by the attention of her suitors, both male and female.

In House Party, we met a couple from Los Angeles and partied with them. Author’s note: “To Party” means to fuck and suck in straight people’s terms. Foxy enjoyed the guy and ran off to LA with him for a few weeks.

There, she discovered that he owned a movie studio that created pornographic movies. Intrigued with porn, Foxy was interested yet found she didn’t like the guy as he was too controlling. She tries out for a dirty movie and discovers she loves it. Moving out, she moves in with a group of porn actors who are renting a house and runs amok.

The House Party series deals with the fun she has in Los Angeles and Larry’s attempts to bring his runaway bride home. After House Party, Larry switched to Hotwife stories and wrote two stories, Bull Riding MILFs and The Perfect Wife, that featured Foxy and Larry but focused on the Hotwife lifestyle.

All along, Foxy has worried about her actions, which she knows is not helping her marriage but like a drug addict is unable (unwilling) to stop. In The Shrink, we find Foxy trying to understand her change in attitude and the damage to her marriage. Foxy decides to see a psychiatrist, who she hopes will help her deal with her urges.

Unfortunately, as in most of Larry Archer’s novels, things go awry. One thing you can be sure of is that Larry’s stories are full of sex but with a plot. Larry writes with a humorous bent that is based on his and Foxy’s experiences in swinging.

A lot of stories about swinging and Hotwives, in general, involve fighting and anger between couples. I think one of the reasons is many authors only imagine what it’s like to be in the lifestyle and deal with the issues and emotions of sharing your spouse.

Larry Archer’s erotica is happily ever after (HEA), as that has been their experience in swinging. The Shrink is a tongue-in-cheek story about Foxy doing things she would never do in real life. Larry has admitted that Foxy is somewhat pissed at him for picturing her as a cheating slut.

Being a slut is not a problem for her as she wears the badge proudly, but straying outside of their lifestyle is not normal. Swingers generally do not sleep with nonswingers without their partner’s consent. For Foxy, the ability to wear anything she likes is what turns her on, and showing off her long legs or boobs is her thrill.

After the Buy Links, check out the snippet from The Shrink.

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An Excerpt from The Shrink

Scene Setup: The psychiatrist’s admin is waiting for her new girlfriend to arrive. Foxy has an appointment to see Dr. Arno.

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, Dr. Arno,” Candy said and tried to wipe the disappointment off her face.

“Sorry, I’m not who you expected,” Dr. 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,” Dr. 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?” Dr. 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,” Dr. 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?” Dr 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. Dr. 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 Dr. 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. April noticed with interest that the view was fantastic, and it didn’t appear that the receptionist was wearing underwear.

“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 the 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 identify as 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.”