For the most part, life is good in Sin City. I’m working on a new Foxy & Larry novel that traipses in the dark underworld of sex, BDSM, and exploitation. I don’t want to give the storyline out yet, but I think it’ll be an interesting story. I’m assuming it will end up HEA but I never know how my stories will end up. Check out the excerpt at the end of this post.

I write from the seat of my pants, or a “pantser” as it’s known. This means that I have a general idea of where I’m headed, but there are often detours along the way. I’ve published forty-plus novels and novellas without having a clear idea of who ends up fucking the heroine until the end.

I’ve had a number of stories where I had to rewrite the beginning as the story took a turn I never expected. Then, after a sharp left turn, I would have to redo the beginning to make the storyline plausible.

I’ve never been a deeply religious person and was always taught just to do the right thing. As an altar boy, the thing I remember was drinking wine behind the altar, but that’s a story for another time.

Foxy and my thoughts go out to a fellow blogger, kDaddy23, who churns out daily posts of impossible length. He is starting chemo, and we wish him well and a speedy recovery.

My latest 80,000-word novel, The Shrink, seems to be doing well and is available in electronic, paperback, and audiobook formats. In audiobook format, it is an almost eight-hour tale reeking of sex and debauchery, guaranteed to drain a box of Kleenex or set of batteries.

Speaking of audiobooks, I’ve just published my 28th audiobook for your listening pleasure. I plan on publishing all of my published stories in audiobook format, but Rome wasn’t built overnight. At first, I wasn’t sure about smut audiobooks, but after trying it, I’m coming around.

I felt the same way about paperback porn but have been pleasantly surprised at how well my paperbacks sell. I’ve released almost twenty of my novels in paperback, and the overall percentage of my sales has been about 15% of my total income, which I consider respectable. I’ve started rereading all of my paperbacks and keep one on the nightstand for a few minutes before lights out. Reading a paperback rather than the light of a phone or tablet is supposed to help you fall asleep.

If you like reading porn in paperbacks but don’t want old ladies poking you with their knitting needles on the train for your choice of reading material, grab these book covers off Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095HV628D The stretchable covers hide my dirty covers and keep them from getting scratched up or stained from unanticipated releases.

I’m proud of my current book cover design that stretches across the front and back of the book. Below is my cover from Larry Archer’s latest 240-page erotic romance, The Shrink. It reflects my new design philosophy on book covers and helps me rationalize paying the upgrade charges on CorelDraw.

The design of a cover must be correct down to fractions of an inch, and CorelDraw excels in generating a PDF to send to the publisher. I do all my covers in Corel, as well as advertising artwork. It’s not cheap but does the job extremely well.

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 the things 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. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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Losing Control

Below is an excerpt from Larry Archer’s upcoming novel, Losing Control. In this partial chapter, Foxy is drawn into the beginning of a dark tunnel of sexual abuse as her husband attempts to help a woman he met coming out of a hotel elevator.

Foxy turned casually to let her top flop open and expose her erect nipple to the guy across the table. Pretending to study her cards, she glanced up at him while making sure he could see her nip. Forcing herself not to smile, Foxy thought, I’ve got him now. Time to take him out! Moving slightly to give him a full boob shot, Foxy giggled and slowly covered her areola with the loose top of her minidress. The man across the table was almost drooling as he stared at her barely covered breast.

Using her cards, Foxy scratched the felt table top as she asked for one card. The dealer winked at Foxy as she was fully aware of the lioness sharpening her claws when she smelled blood in the water. The card spun across the table, and Foxy expertly scooped it up to look at the final card. It was an ace, giving her a full house, aces over eights, but her expression fell for a second before she caught the tell. Men are so easy, Foxy thought. They always let their little buddy make all the decisions.

Her opponent across the table was confused, and his normal poker skills were absent. The only thing he could think of was the exposed hard nipple with the gold ring of the six-foot goddess across from him. He had watched her approach the table in that micro mini, which showcased those long, tanned legs that went all the way to heaven. But the thing he fixated on was the plunging neckline going almost to her navel.

There was a gold chain stretched across the opening, and it took him a second to realize that she was pierced, and the chain was connected to her shiny nipple rings. He tried to watch her face as she scanned the card she’d just gotten. He noted the brief disappointment on her face before she resumed her neutral expression, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off those tits that caused his brain to burn.

“Bet, sir?” The dealer asked.

“Uh. . . ,” The man stuttered as he tried to study his hand, but it was impossible to ignore those breasts right across the table calling to him. His wife would never leave the house without a bra, and this creature seemed to flaunt her naked sexuality without realizing that she was exposing herself to him. What to do? He asked himself as his brain refused to go beyond the tits in his face.

“Sir?” The dealer asked again.

“All in,” the man finally exclaimed and pushed his large stack of chips into the middle of the table.

Foxy smiled to herself and replied, “Call.” Then she pushed her poker chips out.

“Three of a kind, kings,” The man proudly exclaimed as he reached to rake the chips in.

“Not so fast, stud muffin,” Foxy exclaimed. “Full house, aces over eights. A dead man’s hand!” She spread her hand across the table in a practiced fashion. This was clearly not her first rodeo.

“What!” The man recoiled in shock as he stared at the big-haired brunette’s cards on the table. Foxy smiled at him and raked the chips over to her side.

“But . . .,” The man’s response died as he switched his attention from the big-haired brunette’s tits to her cards. Just then, Foxy’s watch dinged, and she answered the call.

After a quick conversation on her watch, Foxy said, “Sorry, but my man needs me. Cash me out and put it on my account.”

Standing up, Foxy straightened her top to corral her boobs and smiled at her opponent, “Maybe next time, you’ll get lucky in the rematch!” Without waiting for a response, Foxy pivoted on a spike heel to head out the front entrance of the casino.

The man stared at the blank spot on the table where his stack of chips had been. He looked up to watch the woman’s ass cheeks peeking out from under her short dress as she disappeared in the distance.

The dealer picked up the cards off the table while shaking her head. Then she told the man, “If it’s any consolation, you’re not the first to be beaten by that fabulous pair of tits!”

Humming a tune to herself, Foxy used her long legs to their advantage and rapidly skirted the slot machines to exit the valet entrance. The young college boy valet saw Foxy through the glass doors and ran to get her Mercedes SLS AMG sports car, which he kept parked in the VIP section.

The big V-8 instantly growled to life, and the engine always caused the hair on his arms to rise as it settled down into the lopsided fast idle more suitable for a race car than an expensive foreign sports car. The computerized display ran through its startup checks, and the tranny gave a solid clunk as he dropped it into reverse. The car almost leaped out of the parking slot when he tapped the accelerator.

Looking at the rearview camera, he could see Foxy standing there with her hands on her hips, waiting. He could see the twenty-dollar bill discretely folded in her hand. Stopping in the valet section, he tapped the door switch to raise the gull wing door and looked up at Foxy. He tried not to stare, but from his vantage point in the low-slung car, he had a perfect upskirt shot of the tall, big-haired girl’s thong-covered pussy as she stood there with her legs apart.

She smirked as he stumbled out of the car and tried not to mash against her as Foxy stood her ground to make them nose to nose. “Would you like to take us for a ride sometime?” She asked in her deep husky voice that made his dick instantly stand at attention.

“Uh, . . .,” He stuttered as she casually ran the back of her hand across his erection visible in his slacks. Trying to get his wits about him, the valet answered, “I’d love to ride you. I mean, take your car for a ride.”

Laughing, Foxy handed him her business card with the twenty folded around it. “I’m assuming you can keep your mouth shut?” She said as she kissed him full on the lips with just a touch of tongue. “Text me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He automatically answered as he watched her slide into the car with another shot of her minuscule panties openly on display. “I’ll text you,” He confirmed. The gull wing door silently closed as she blew him a kiss through the window.

He watched as she pulled onto Las Vegas Boulevard and easily lit the tires as the car whipped down the street with smoke pouring off the rear wheels. The Mercedes had close to a thousand horsepower with its highly modified engine and twin turbochargers.

The valet watched as the car closed the half-block distance to the turn lane in a split second. Then, with the engine still howling, Foxy did a 180 drift and immediately pulled into the valet entrance of the casino across the street. As the driver’s side gullwing door opened, the tire smoke settled around the car.

He couldn’t see that well across the street but knew the valet was getting a good shot as the big-haired brunette scooted out of her Mercedes sports car. Just then, his cell phone binged, and he looked down to see an upskirt shot of the woman who had just propositioned him. The text read, “Eat your heart out.”

Laughing, the valet responded to his college roommate, “But I got her number and an invitation to ride that!”

Instantly, the valet across the street replied, “You’re going to need help, and I’m ready to sacrifice my virginity for a piece of her.”

Across the street, Foxy held out her hand to be helped out of the low-slung car. She checked out the wood in his pants and asked, “Do you happen to know the valet who works across the street?”

“He’s my roommate at UNLV.”

“If you think you can handle the action, tell him to invite you to the party,” Foxy giggled as she got out of the car. “Keep the Beast close. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Yes, Ma’am, we’ll be ready and waiting to satisfy your every need.”

The valet could see the tall brunette’s ass twitch as she slithered across the entrance and entered the casino. Looking around, there didn’t appear to be anyone watching, and he leaned in the car and took a deep breath from the car seat. The mixture of perfume and sex made his head spin as he pulled the car into the VIP section.

Foxy walked through the casino to the shops’ section in the wide walkway that led to the parking garage. As she entered the bar and restaurant area, Foxy saw her husband. Naturally, he had some brunette wrapped around him who looked like she’d had her brains fucked out.

“Damn, Larry, you should let your girlfriends get dressed before you kick them out of the room,” Foxy laughed as she approached her husband with a cute, slender brunette hanging on him. Her dress appeared to be completely unbuttoned and gaped open to her probing eyes.

“It’s not what you think,” The woman said as she let Larry go. “He’s just trying to help me. Your husband has been a perfect gentleman.”

“Sorry, I was just kidding and didn’t expect you to take it seriously,” Foxy apologized. “What’s going on.”

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