Be careful what you wish for

All Peg wants is a break, a bit of adventure, a relief from her mundane existence in the bucolic but boring Yorkshire hamlet of Kirkby Malzeard. When dashing, sophisticated journalist Lionel Hayes saunters into the pub where she’s tending bar, Peg suspects that he was just the sort of man to fulfill her fantasies of escape.

The seductive Lionel, however, is not what he seems. Before she knows it, Peg is a hostage, roped and gagged, speeding away from the scene of a daring crime. Lionel is armed and dangerous, but somehow Peg still wants him – regardless of the consequences.

Note: This book was originally published in 2015 by Totally Bound. This second edition has been substantially revised and has a new ending.

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Check out the Getaway Girl excerpt at the end of this post.

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It’s a chilly morning in Las Vegas, and hopefully, a hot erotic story from Lisabet will warm the cockles of your heart. Lisabet Sarai is one of my favorite authors of erotic stories, and if you haven’t read some of her work, give her a try.

Lisabet has written a series of Vegas Babes stories that incorporate some of the characters from my Foxy and Larry stories, which are set in the Sin City strip club The Fox’s Den. It’s a hoot to read how another author pictures my characters, and sometimes, they are portrayed completely differently than I see them.

We tried to co-write Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party, but our writing styles didn’t mesh. I found it hard to coordinate working with someone who is on the other side of the world. Lisabet is a talented writer who taught me that a dangling participle Is not something you take a blue pill for. As an engineer by training, the English language is not something I have a good grasp of.

The house party scene is still in recovery mode from COVID, but every party we attend is typically a little better than the last. It will be interesting to see how good get-togethers are this summer when the temperature is over one hundred most of the time.

One thing I miss about the mid-west is sitting in the hot tub with your hair frozen and the rest at 105. One couple we knew lived at the edge of a large lake and had a large deck that overlooked the water.

The deck would have a couple of inches of snow on it, and walking bare ass from the family room to the hot tub to slide into the hot water was both painful and pleasurable at the same time. My wife, who likes to bathe with the temperature set to medium rare, just slides into the water. I grew up swimming in the cold creeks of East Texas, and it took me about ten minutes to get into the water. The whole time, my legs are cooking, and my upper torso is freezing.

I remember once when we were bar hopping with our favorite hotwife and returned home to party. The three of us attempted to take a quick shower but were quickly run out by Foxy and the temperature control. She couldn’t take it either, and we were forced to wait in bed for my wife to finish cooking.

My attempts at using AI for writing have been interesting and frustrating to date. I’m having fun taking chapters I’ve written and running them through AI to see what comes out on the other side. AI is not big on erotica and tends to censor what I write, but often will come up with a rewrite that I like.

If you are writing something from scratch that is not based on previous works, then AI tends to do relatively well. But, if you have a writing style established, you may be disappointed at the results. AI will generate output based on how it is trained and not necessarily the way the author normally writes.

Still, I often find that reading a chapter that AI has sliced and diced gives you good ideas on how to improve your tradecraft. I’m currently working with MagicBookifier, and it’s been interesting, to say the least.

“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.

Kinky Literature
Amazon Kindle
SmashWords
Apple iBooks
Google Play Books
Kobo
Barnes and Noble
Scribd
Gardner Extended Retail

Larry Archer on Medium: https://medium.com/@larryarcher69
Larry Archer on MeWe (Explicit Content): https://mewe.com/i/larryarcherauthor

Excerpt from Getaway Girl

Lionel pulled her blouse out of her skirt and pushed it up around her armpits. Underneath, she wore her best bra, apricot lace with a plunging cleavage. Her captor flicked a finger across her swollen nipple, which poked up insolently through the lace. A bolt of electricity shot through her loins. Her hips jerked upwards. He half-smiled.

“Did you wear this for me, Margaret?” Peg’s furious blush was enough of an answer. “How very thoughtful of you.”  He peeled the cups away, exposing her breasts. When he moved closer, she felt his hot breath on her bare skin.

He cupped the full globes in his hands, his thumbs making lazy circles around the aching tips. “Lovely. Truly exquisite.”  He bent and circled the crinkled flesh near her right nipple with his tongue, while his thumb continued to circumnavigate the left. Peg moaned, dying for him to suckle her. When he finally took the taut bud into his mouth, though, Peg was not prepared for the sensations.

Some chain of nerves led directly from her nipple to her clit. The pull of his lips on her nipple was transferred immediately to that other, equally swollen bead of flesh at the heart of her sex. Without thinking she pulled her thighs together, struggling to apply the pressure that she craved. The twine wrapping her ankles bit into her skin.

“Ow!”

“You’ve got to relax, Margaret, or you’ll get hurt. Let me take care of you. Let me give you pleasure.”  Lionel ran his fingers through her tangled hair, smoothing it away from her face. He looked into her eyes. Peg thought she saw a hint of genuine concern there, maybe even affection. However, his flushed face and parted lips suggested that his primary emotion was lust.

“Please…”

“What do you want? Tell me.”

Embarrassment and desire warred within her. She could not bring herself to speak.

“Do you want me to untie you?”

No! she wanted to cry out, but it was as though she had been gagged again.

Lionel ran his hand up her bare thigh, under her hiked up skirt. He stroked the soaked satin of her knickers, stretched across her pubis. Peg trembled, ready to explode.

“You know, I don’t think that you want me to untie you. You’re much too wet.” He slipped one finger under the elastic and into her cleft, swirling it in her juicy depths for a moment before pulling out. He held his glistening finger in front of her face and she smelled the ocean scent of her own arousal. New blood rushed to her cheeks, as well as to her nipples and clit. “See how soaked you are.” He rubbed his fingertip over her lips, smearing her with her own secretions, then bent to kiss her briefly. “Delicious. I really need to go to the source.”

His face disappeared. She felt his weight on the mattress, between her splayed thighs, and his hands fumbling with her undergarments, pulling them down around her hips. “Damn!” he said with a chuckle, “I should have thought of this before I bound you. Oh well. Don’t move, now.”

Peg heard a click as he opened his knife once more, then the tearing of fabric. “Sorry to spoil your lovely undies, but it’s for a good cause.” For an instant, Peg felt the cool autumn air playing on her naked sex. Then she felt the incredible, glorious heat of his mouth.

Lionel did not tease her. He moulded his mouth to her pussy and sucked steadily. His tongue lapped at her clit, each stroke winding her tighter into an intricate knot of sensation. Just when she was certain she could not bear another touch, he would ease away briefly, lapping the dew from her folds, probing her depths, giving her a moment to breathe before he returned to build up her pleasure to new highs.