It’s Saturday morning in Las Vegas, and as usual, I’m sitting in front of my three monitors looking at an almost full-size image of my gorgeous wife in the buff stretched across the triple displays. With 32-inch ViewSonic screens, my six-foot ex-model wife has her elbow at the edge of the leftmost monitor and her toes at the right.

As usual, we went to a small house party last night of approximately twenty couples. The party didn’t break up until about 3 AM, and then we stopped at Denny’s with several other couples and one of our unicorns.

Luckily, there were no religious nutjobs to critique the ladies’ lack of clothing, and the grave crew at Denny’s just rolled their eyes at us. On the positive side, one of the night crew waitresses appears almost converted.

The woman is fortyish, blonde, with a trim figure and a friendly attitude. I believe she’s gotten suspicious since our little group comes in regularly and never sits in the same order. She realized the woman sitting on one guy’s lap was with another guy or girl the last time.

The waitress has started asking questions about our parties, and I believe she is close to joining the group. As we got ready to leave, Foxy and Gretchen went to the lady’s room while I paid the bill. There were only three of us left from the original group.

It is evident that I was going home with two girls, and the waitress kidded me about having a threesome, which I didn’t admit but didn’t deny. We were the last three, and it was evident that Foxy and I weren’t going home alone.

The waitress jokingly asked if she could join our little party, and I replied, “Sure, that would be fun.” We traded numbers and agreed to meet for a drink soon.

Gretchen is a long-time friend and unicorn. She’s somewhat of a space cadet but a lot of fun to be with, and we love her to death. Gretchen had a habit of falling for bad boys who would sometimes abuse her. It took a long time to convince her to settle for better picks or just stick with our crowd. After I recently stepped in and stopped some guy from going too far in a BDSM scene, she’s become attached at the hip to me.

We managed to get home about the time the birds started singing, and I got a couple of hours before my being raised on a farm kicked in. I can’t sleep after the sun comes up. There are always cows to milk and chickens to feed.

The last few weekends have been spent with Gretchen sharing our bed, and this one seemed to follow the same pattern. The girls will get up around lunch in time for a roll in the hay before an afternoon brunch.

As a writer of erotic romance stories, I took stock of where I was and found that over the last couple of months, I’ve written about forty thousand words on seven different stories but published nothing.

Lately, that’s been the story of my life; I’ve been unable to focus and finish anything before getting off track. I keep thinking of new story ideas, which gives me another rabbit hole to go down.

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It’s Sunday, and I’m still in the same spot, trying to finish yesterday’s blog post. My plans for a productive Saturday fell apart when the girls got up. On top of everything else, I’ve received my new Canon EOS R5 Mark II camera body, which replaces my original R5, and I’m trying to get Wifey out to the Wetlands Park to do some nature shots. I’m thinking of bikini tops and jean short-shorts until we get to a more private area in the park.

Wetlands Park is on the east side of Las Vegas and is part of the branches and creeks of the Las Vegas Valley called the Las Vegas Wash, which ultimately drains into Lake Mead. Much of Vegas is arid and dry, so the Wetlands’ lush trees and vegetation are more like those of my native East Texas.

The three thousand acres of Wetlands Park are a great place for taking pictures of wildlife, including the four-legged kind. It is one of my favorite spots for photography. The park is free and not usually very busy after you get away from the parking lot and visitor center.

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Lisabet Sarai, a fellow author, keeps grinding out the erotic romance stories, and she’s just released an updated version of Raw Silk, which was first released 25 years ago. It is a free read on Kindle Unlimited and a good place to check out Lisabet’s dirty mind.

Like my wife, Lisabet keeps her slaves under close control with appropriate corrections if they stray. If the thought of a whip across your behind or nipple clamps, you should give Lisabet a read.

“You were born to this.

You may not understand, yet. You may not believe.
But I will teach you.”

When software engineer Kate O’Neill leaves her lover David to take a job in Thailand, she embarks on a sensual journey that will change her forever.

In the glittering City of Angels, Kate becomes sexually involved with two very different men—a handsome and debauched member of the Thai aristocracy, and the charismatic, dominant proprietor of a sex bar. With Anand Rajchitraprasong, she discovers her own almost unlimited capacity for erotic pleasure. Meanwhile, Gregory Marshall shows her what she has hidden from herself: a deep desire to submit, to surrender herself body and soul to someone with the power and compassion to master her.

Each lascivious adventure binds her more closely to her lovers. Then David comes to Bangkok, and Kate realizes that she must choose one of the three men who all desire her.

Long considered an erotic classic, Raw Silk chronicles one woman’s intimate voyage toward love and self-understanding. This twenty-fifth anniversary edition has been freshly edited and includes a new introduction plus a bonus chapter.

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Erotic Excerpt

The pictures continued to unroll in her wine-loosened imagination, becoming more vivid and elaborate. Where was she getting these ideas? She had never thought about such things before. Had Marshall somehow planted these notions in her subconscious? She felt his presence, now, radiant warmth as if he stood beside the bed watching her.

She was kneeling again, but now it was Noi, the seductive mamasan, who stood before her, one booted foot elevated on a stool so that her sex was spread and visible. The Thai woman’s pubic area was shaved smooth, revealing every detail—ripe-looking folds of flesh that glistened with moisture and a fat clitoris that peeked out between them. “Eat her,” she heard Gregory say. “Eat her well, or, believe me, she will whip you so hard that you’ll think my beatings were mere ticklings.”

Kate moaned a little as she ground the pillow harder into her groin. Her nostrils were filled with the rising odors from her own sex. Or perhaps this was Noi’s scent, as she saw herself lapping at the other woman’s cunt, exploring the secret tastes and textures, while Gregory watched.

The scene shifted again. She was bound, hanging from an iron hook in the ceiling. Her legs were spread by a rigid bar fastened to her leather anklets. Gregory circled her, inspecting her, then returned carrying a lacquered wooden box. He opened it before her to display an array of phalluses and dildos, of rubber, leather, even stainless steel. The smallest was longer and thicker than Gregory’s own enormous penis.

I’m Larry Archer, a simple writer of smut stories in print, electronic, and audiobook formats. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things 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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