This has been a painful week for me. First, it was tax day, then I had to replace two of my air conditioning units, and finally, it was Wifey’s birthday. I can’t remember if she is still twenty-one or possibly twenty-nine, but the best option is to keep my mouth shut and wish her happy birthday, whichever it is.

Last year, banks were paying around 5% on savings, and that’s a good thing, but I didn’t think it through and ended up paying a chunk of money to the tax man as I hadn’t withheld enough. But I guess that’s a good problem to have.

Air conditioning units in the Southwest take a beating and give up the ghost pretty quickly. Our house has three AC units; I’d replaced one before COVID. The other two were swapped out yesterday for high-efficiency models, which were nearly twice as expensive as the first one I swapped out. At least I won’t have to worry about them for another fifteen years or so.

I asked Foxy what she wanted for her birthday, and she replied, “Money!” She and one of her girlfriends left town for a weekend poker tournament along with my money. I assume she’s on the table nonstop, as I’ve only gotten some cryptic text messages saying she’s still alive. Luckily, she’s reasonably lucky, and with the pandemic in the rearview mirror, she’s back at the Texas Hold’em tournaments.

After spending yesterday babysitting the air conditioning technicians and helping get the systems online. It’s pretty cool, though, to set the temperature using Alexa without getting up out of the Lazy-Boy.

Today, I will try to get some actual work done in my now cool house. As usual, I’m working on four books at one time and finishing none. My problem is that I get an idea for a new story and need to flesh it out to put my thoughts on paper. Then, I’ll discover another storyline that restarts the whole process.

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As a writer of erotic romance stories, my novels tend to be reasonably long and often 50-100K words, when the typical erotic story is under 20K in length and frequently 8-10K words. I’ve decided to try my hand at writing a series of stories that will be in the 15-20K words length, called Foxy’s Shorts. At the end of this post is an excerpt from The Mechanic, which will be the first story in the Foxy’s Shorts series.

“Erotica from the Dirty Mind of Larry Archer”

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 for us. I publish at all the typical outlets. Check out my stories at one of the sites below. Larry’s erotic romance stories are available in electronic, paperback, and audiobook formats.

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Larry Archer on Medium: https://medium.com/@larryarcher69
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Below is an X-Rated excerpt From My Upcoming Foxy’s Shorts: The Mechanic

What the hell? Foxy thought to herself as she waited for The Beast’s health diagnosis. I’ve got things to do, and I don’t need to spend all day at the mechanic. The Mercedes AMG SLS was an integral part of her image, and the thought of anything wrong with him terrified her. Like a teenage boy, the rumble of almost a thousand horsepower made her tingle with excitement. Lord knows how much money it cost her husband to keep her wheels running, but that was his problem, not hers.

The Beast was a modern recreation of the classic 1950s Mercedes SL, a low-slung sports car with large gull wing doors that allowed Foxy to flash her long legs when the young college boy valets helped her out of the vehicle. She loved giving the cute ones an innocent upskirt shot as she spread her legs getting out. I’m such a slut, and I love it, Foxy thought to herself.

Standing up, she admired her reflection in the waiting room’s large windows. Tugging on one side of her minidress, Foxy carefully straightened it. Her dress barely covered the cheeks of her ass to accentuate her six-foot height and perfect stems. It’s too bad that the waiting room is empty as I’ve no one to entertain myself with, She thought as she looked out the window into the mechanic’s area.

Maybe the mechanic needs my assistance, Foxy asked herself as she decided to check on her car. Ignoring the Keep Out signs, as they obviously didn’t apply to her, Foxy headed to the last bay, where she could see her car’s gull-wing doors sticking up above the other vehicles. Being an ex-model, Foxy automatically strutted in the typical hip-rolling walk of a runway model or clothes horse, as it was called in the industry.

While walking up to her car, Foxy didn’t see the mechanic and was distracted by a text from one of her girlfriends. Reading the message on her iPhone and then responding, Foxy focused on her phone. After hitting send, she looked down to see someone on a mechanic’s creeper between her legs who had rolled out from under her car.

Standing with her legs apart, Foxy’s first thought was whether she’d put on underwear. Then she was pleasantly surprised to see that the mechanic was a young woman, possibly twenty-five, with brunette hair in a ponytail, wearing a one-piece mechanic’s overall.

Foxy stared at the cute girl, who was obviously fixated on the view between the curly-haired brunette’s legs. She closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her body at the thought of a cute girl checking her out. Without thinking, Foxy spread her legs to give the woman a better shot.

“Do you see anything wrong?” Foxy asked the mechanic while watching her face. Tearing her eyes from Foxy’s crotch, a blush crossed her face as she replied, “No, everything is perfect.” Then she giggled and resumed looking between Foxy’s legs.

Laughing, Foxy looked around to be sure no one was around them. Then she squatted down on the mechanic’s face and let out a groan at the sensation of a warm tongue separating her pussy lips. I guess that answers the question of whether or not I put on panties, Foxy thought to herself as a shudder ran through her body.

Leaning her head against the car, Foxy gave in to the sensation of being tongue fucked at the mechanic’s shop. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, Foxy’s orgasm exploded as the mechanic continued to suck her pussy. She had learned to climax by simply thinking about it and had a hair trigger. As the lightning storm striking her brain slowed down, Foxy pulled the zipper of the mechanic’s coveralls to reveal a slim body wearing a wife beater t-shirt and jean short shorts.

As her next climax rode in on the express train from hell, Foxy fondled the young woman’s boobs, then slid her hands down the woman’s muscular stomach. Sliding her hand under the tiny thong, Foxy’s fingers found a wet pussy to play with. Her two middle fingers easily went in deep as the mechanic continued to suck and lick her wet cunt.

Her next orgasm rolled in right after the first, and Foxy barely had time to prepare when it slammed into her like a runaway Kenworth. Her legs gave out, and she sat full on the mechanic’s face as she rode the lightning. Foxy could feel the flood of sex fluids covering her fingers as it gushed out of the mechanic’s juicy pussy. At the same time, she came in the woman’s mouth. Grinding her cunt against the young woman’s face, Foxy surrendered to the sensations pounding her brain.

Foxy tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn’t obey and continued to spasm even while her climax slowly receded. Finally, she was able to swing a leg over the mechanic until she could look down on the mess she’d created. The mechanic’s face was covered in pussy juice, but she was smiling as she licked her lips.

Putting her hands on either side of the pretty mechanic, Foxy leaned in to kiss her. The taste of her fluids caused an instant reaction as the sensation hit her brain. Sucking pussy juice off the mechanic’s tongue enough to push Foxy over the edge again and she collapsed on top of the mechanic as they continued to kiss.

Fighting to get her breathing under control, Foxy continued kissing the girl, “Hi, I’m Foxy, and sorry about making a mess of your face.”

Giggling, the mechanic replied, “I know. My name is Rhonda.”

“Rhonda, do you know what’s wrong with me, er, that is my car?” Foxy gasped.

“So far, everything tastes fantastic,” Rhonda replied as she kissed the big-haired brunette. I think I fixed your car, too. The heat shield around the exhaust from the turbocharger was rubbing against the frame.”

“How could that have happened?” Foxy asked.

“I think you’ve been riding it a little too hard,” Rhonda stated.

Foxy admitted. “But it’s so much fun to fly!”

“How fast is it?” Rhonda asked.

“Me or the Beast?” Foxy laughed.

“I think I know how fast you are,” Rhonda giggled. “I was asking about the Mercedes.”

“I’ve had it up to around two fifteen on the way to Death Valley,” Foxy said.’

“According to the file on your car, you have an emergency power button,” Rhonda asked. “What is that for?”

“After buying it for me, Larry had the Mercedes race team rework it,” Foxy said. “Dual turbochargers, race computer, electronically controlled suspension, along with matching and balancing the engine. Well, plus titanium roll cage and some other goodies.”

Then, after stopping for a moment to kiss Rhonda and enjoy how good she tasted, Foxy continued, “Emergency boost mode puts the Beast into fight-or-flight mode. The turbos spool up to two atmospheres of boost or three if I hold the go pedal on the floor, and the rev limit is increased to twelve thousand RPM. The engine computer forces the motor to pretty much turn into a Formula One race car with an engine life of at least one hour. At full output, it generates about two thousand horsepower with a nitrous boost. The Beast’s one goal is to get me away from trouble or die trying. Then, if anything is left, Larry puts it on a C-5 Galaxy and ships it back to the fatherland for rebuilding.”

“He must really love you,” Rhonda said between kisses. So why are you here seducing the mechanic? She thought.

“We are soulmates,” Foxy sighed. “But sometimes I need more, much more.” Then she plunged her tongue deep into her new lover’s mouth. Foxy let her mind clear to release her body, which caused her climax to come roaring in on the express train with the throttle locked at full speed. She could feel the familiar trembling begin in her leg muscles as the reptilian portion of her brain took over. The conductor punched her ticket as her body spasmed when the train crashed into the barricade at the end of the tracks. With a full-body convulsion, Foxy’s body went rigid and then collapsed on top of the cute wrench spinner. After a spastic grunt, Foxy went limp and lay motionless on the mechanic.

“Are you okay?” Rhonda asked as she felt the full weight of the big-haired brunette lying on her. Her first reaction was to push Foxy off and call for help. The shop’s AED was on the wall just a few feet away and if she could get free, it would just take a second to hook her customer up. The thought of ripping her dress open to apply the sensor pads would also give her a good look at Foxy’s braless tits, causing a tingle between her legs.

I can’t be thinking about fucking her. She needs help! Rhonda thought to herself. Then she realized the soft, regular breathing that blew into her ear didn’t give any sign of distress. Taking a second to study the tall, gorgeous woman without any sign of underwear didn’t seem to show anything out of the ordinary. Well other than the obvious, She giggled to herself.

Like waking from a pleasant dream, Foxy felt the throbbing between her legs slowly ramp up as her mind restarted. At first, the rough material from the mechanics overalls surprised her then remembering their first kiss brought it all back. Taking a second to nibble on Rhonda’s ear lobe, Foxy luxuriated in the scent of their arousal. She loved the smell and taste of pussy, especially strange pussy.

Why do I like strange stuff so much? Foxy asked herself as she tongue fucked Rhonda’s ear. Smiling to herself, Foxy spread her legs to let her new fuck buddy go exploring. That’s it, girl! Two fingers, yeah! Deep, deep, deep! The big-haired brunette chanted to herself as her next climax slammed into her.

“You have a hair trigger, don’t you?” Rhonda whispered into Foxy’s ear as the girl cum poured out on her fingers. The slick fluid allowed her long fingers to slide effortlessly into the juicy cunt.

~ Sorry, but that’s all you get for now. ~