If you’re looking for swinger stories to read plus need something to block a door open, Swinger Stories Compilation #1 is the paperback you need. At 650 pages, it qualifies as heavy reading and should take a while before you get all the pages stuck together.
This compilation contains three of my most popular swinger stories all in one place. Stripper or Nurse, Nina, the Fallen Ballerina, and Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party are all waiting to titillate your fantasies.
This will solve all your problems when you have to write a book report on what you read over the Christmas break.
Mouse your way to KinkyLiterature and grab this tome for your late-night reading under the covers with a flashlight, or should I say FleshLight.
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I’m Larry Archer, a simple writer of smut stories in both print and electronic format. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about what 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. My 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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That’s a dynamite trio of stories, Larry! Love the cover, too… a little more Sapphic than most of yours (which is fine by me!)
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Thanks Lisabet,
I’m sorry WordPress doesn’t like you, but we all have our cross to bear! I tend to gravitate towards women on my calendar as they look a lot better than some hairy dude. LOL, I try to pick girls who look like Wifey, but it’s getting harder to find images with big hair these days. I guess I should move back to Texas, where big hair is still somewhat in style. Reminds me of the girl I dated in high school who was a rodeo “queen.” She was one who would ride through the arena with a big American flag. Her pants were so tight they would have to hoist her up into the saddle as she couldn’t bend her knees enough to reach the stirrups. Today, they’d call her Trumpy, but thankfully, we were a more rational group in Texas during the old days.
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