Where is Elvira when we need her? It was a simpler time, nothing to worry about except boobs, legs, and shiny objects. Now, it seems as if wackadoodles are everywhere. Why can’t we just all get along?

The amount of fighting and animosity going on is unbelievable, and I’m just talking about the Republican Party. Much less the new conflicts in Gaza along with the Ukraine. The loon in Maine who took out his problems before checking out himself is indicative of society’s issues.

As a multigenerational Texan, I’m a gun nut, but something needs to be done about AR-style weapons in the hands of disturbed people. Growing up on a farm, I used a single-shot Remington rolling block 22 rifle that had been in the family for generations. If you went to the gas station, seeing someone with a hog leg on their belt was not uncommon. But we didn’t shoot anyone!

I stopped hunting when I was about thirteen as I realized that I didn’t want to kill things. My dad is a hunter and eats anything he shoots, but I’ve decided against that. Our politicians have become a bunch of crazies, and I keep thinking voters will come to their senses and elect rational people who believe in doing the right thing.

Give peace a chance!

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It’s freezing in Las Vegas this morning. It’s fifty degrees, and I’m expecting snow at any time. Selling my snowblower when we left the Midwest may have been premature.

Seriously, fall, winter, and spring are a great time in Sin City. The days are moderate with cool nights, which lasts until next June. Enjoy it while you can.

We’ve been invited to a Halloween House Party and are trying to decide between Halloween on the Strip or at a House Party. People-watching on the Strip is always fun any day of the year, but getting lucky at a house party is also pretty neat. Halloween on the Strip is crazy fun.

For some reason, house parties always start close to midnight instead of a more reasonable hour. For the typical party, showing up at ten is sometimes early. You’d think the prospect of getting some strange stuff would have you arriving early.

Foxy and I typically will fight over the same girl and sometimes do rock-paper-scissors to see who goes first and who settles for sloppy seconds. But it’s all good.

We’ve found an established group in Lost Wages similar to the swinger’s group we belonged to back home. The crowd here is not as big as the one back home, but pretty big.

We’ve visited swinger’s clubs across the United States and found a remarkable similarity between the clubs. Larger cities typically have more than one club, generally divided by socioeconomic class. Swingers are a fun group to party with, as you’d expect. It’s always a hoot to see the interaction between swingers and straights. Early morning breakfasts at the closest Denny’s or other all-night restaurant is always interesting.

At two or three A.M., the freaks come out, and the eclectic crowd you meet late at night is always fun. My wife and her friends are typically minimally dressed and love to put on a show for the straights, who are easy to offend and embarrass. When you mix us with the other freaks of the night, it’s always fun.

Back home, we would go to White Castle, as that’s often one of the few places open in cities other than Vegas or the Big Apple. Late night at the Castle filled with Rocky Horror fanatics, drunks, swingers, and cops is a trip. It’s funny how cops can tune out almost anything while grabbing coffee and a slider.

My latest story, Losing Control, tentatively entitled, is at about 8,000 words and features the usual gang of perverts plus Chloe, a new addition to Foxy and Larry’s stable of unicorns. This is going to be a dark story and unlike my typical fare. Plenty of fucking and sucking, as swingers say, but more on the kinky side.

Chloe is a just turned forty business executive who is having a midlife crisis. She is attacked by a guy who rapes her but ends up being saved by Larry and his wife, Foxy. I’m going to be interested in how it turns out. I’ve got some ideas, but my stories always seem to write themselves, and seldom pay attention to me.

The excerpt at the end of this post is when Chloe wakes up in Foxy’s condo after being saved by Larry. Keep in mind that I’m just getting started, and nothing is cast in stone yet. I’m assuming it will end up HEA, but who knows?

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X-Rated excerpt from Larry’s upcoming – Losing Control

The early morning sun rising over Sunrise Mountains shone directly in Chloe’s eyes as she jerked awake, remembering the man from last night. Then she remembered Larry and his wife saving her, but where was she? Squinting from the sun, Chloe looked around the room.

As she tried to figure out where she was, a long leg hooked over hers as a big-haired brunette cuddled up to Chloe and reached over to grab her boob. After several squeezes, the brunette gave a snort and began breathing slowly while continuing to hold her breast. Chloe could feel the woman’s nipples pressing into her back as they spooned.

Looking at the woman’s hand holding her breast, Chloe realized that she was nude and had never slept naked before. On reflection, it was pleasant without any bedclothes confining her, and the obviously high thread count sheet was like lying on a cloud.

Then it dawned on her that the tits pressed against her back must belong to the guy’s wife from last night. It was fuzzy, but she didn’t think that he had raped her also. Both holes appeared to be tender, and Chloe remembered the man’s large cock as he took her repeatedly.

Anal sex had turned out to be pleasurable if she ignored the fact the biker had assaulted her. It was embarrassing, but she had climaxed so strongly that it even surprised her attacker. Chloe was horrified at her reaction but couldn’t help herself. She had never been so turned on in her life.

The memory of his huge dick in her ass was so vivid, and with her fingers in her pussy, she could feel the head of his cock as he rammed deep in her forbidden hole. The man had problems ejaculating and had forced Chloe to rub his dick through the perineum to help him get off.

The man kept telling Chloe what a nasty slut she was and made her admit it. It was hard at first, but she finally started to tell him to fuck her in the ass and fill her with his filthy sperm. He didn’t stay long in her vagina but quickly pulled the butt plug out of her behind and replaced it with his long fat dick.

Chloe remembered sucking her fingers clean as he reamed her out. The taste of her pussy juice was so intoxicating, and she kept getting her fingers dirty so she could clean them off again. Chloe had never felt so wanton in her life. It was humiliating to admit that she enjoyed it, but it was true.

Now she’s in bed with a woman whose name she doesn’t know. What is happening to me? Chloe asked herself. Does this happen to all women after they turn forty? Still, having boobs pressed against your back is nice. Plus, I can feel her bald pussy lips against my leg as the big-haired girl continues to massage my breasts in her sleep.

Chloe tried to understand where she was at and who this couple was. She carefully rolled over until she was face to face with the brunette. Her nipple rings had been replaced with barbell studs, and Chloe had never seen a girl with pierced nipples before. She tentatively touched them with her fingertips and was surprised to see the puffy nipples instantly knot up to become hard nubs.

The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties with a perfect body. She had an even golden glow with no tan marks and must lie out nude to get that look. Chloe was drawn to her boobs and continued to massage them softly. She had never been with a woman before and could feel herself getting wet with the dirty thoughts running through her mind.

Am I now a lesbian? Chloe asked herself as the sensation of touching the woman’s erect nipples caused sparks to fly between her pussy and her addled brain. First, I enjoyed being raped and anally assaulted. Now, I find myself attracted to a woman.

Chloe noticed the woman’s full lips making kissing expressions in her sleep. Is she dreaming? Chloe asked herself. Is she dreaming about me? What would it be like to kiss her? Will she notice the taste of pussy on my lips? I wonder if she likes the taste of pussy. I know I certainly do now!

She fought the urge, but it was impossible to resist. Chloe leaned in and softly kissed the luscious mouth in front of her. This is nice, She thought. Men are usually rough, and their beard is irritating, but the brunette is soft and terribly erotic.

Chloe could feel the woman reacting to the kiss and opened her mouth to let their tongues touch. It felt like an electric shock as their tongues became intertwined. Even in her sleep, the girl instantly reacted to their warm lips melting together.

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