Living Like Larry Novels & Stories

“But I get it. I wouldn’t want me here, either.” Lauren blinked, surprised by his sudden vulnerability. “Well, that’s nice of you to admit.” “Yeah, I mean. I won't want me here unless I can have me to myself,” Larry said, his smirk back in place. “This guy!” she deadpanned. “Okay, fine. Let me leave you to yourself before you blow up.” Lauren rolled her eyes. “Great. You’re a nightmare.” “A nightmare you can’t get rid of. Think you can handle it?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension he was stirring up.

She unsuccessfully tried to close the door. Larry smiled and made himself welcome, throwing the door open and stepping into her house. "What what do you want?" Shirley spluttered. "I decided to break my routine today and see what your life is like. I'm Itching to spill blood. I want to feel somebody's dying breath, while I submerge my claws into their chest. I want to feel warm blood splash on my face. But Larry has been using non violent means to end his victims. It's driving me crazy. He also has a vicious conscience that holds me down. So now I'm in control, I decided to play on my own."

As Larry slowly pulled his cock out she caught our combined cum and drank it from my cunt. Now I'm almost 30 years old. I'm still married to Larry and we've had two wonderful children together. We live in a lovely house that Larry and his friends built for us (we didn't pay any builders, why should we when Larry's friends were happy to help in return for a little fuck action with Larry's wife?). I've lost count of how many men and women I've fucked, but there's one thing that never changes. Neither Larry nor me will ever fuck anyone without each other present. We love to see each other fucking others, but only as long as we get to join in the action.

"If you don't live here, I think my body can earn me at least a few hundred dollars a day, and I can live just as well." Larry smiled bitterly. "I’ve decided to live here." At work, Larry sat inside his office, thinking about everything that had happened this morning, barely giving himself much time to breathe. He had unceremoniously turned a girl into a woman, and he was destined to have another woman in his life. "What are you thinking about?" Nicky came over and nudged Larry. "Nothing." Larry looked at her, smiled, and asked, "Is my mother-in-law better?" "Hey, from now on, you are not allowed to scream."

Annie replied. Garry squeezed the paper as he stared away in the room. "Larry is really gone. We should try to understand that. Crying for a thousand decades won't bring him back."Garry suddenly said. "It's... it's just hard to believe. No,he is not dead. He might probably be playing games on us....I don't believe..this is all just a nightmare... that I will soon wake up from and see Larry's face as he call me pink face, little miss....kiss stealer..."

The place is dark despite the sun outside. In the kitchen, there is an already opened can of Pepsi on the counter top. The hallway is bright but not so much. I can tell now that Larrylikes the dark. Well, I know he does but since he's been living with our son, he's kept things bright. As he is here alone, he might as well exist in the dark. And then, I see him—Larry. I can't turn away no matter how hard I try. He's standing there in front of me and he is half naked. I see that he's just stepped out of the shower and has only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Westbridge isn’‌t cruel for no reason. It’‍s bored.” I shiv⁠ered, “And boredom,‌” h‍e continued, “hunts for enterta‍in‌ment.” A chill slid down my spine. I glanced around. La⁠ughter, smiles and nothing openly hostile bu‍t I knew b⁠et⁠ter‍. This place didn’t b‌reak people loudly. It did it slowly and strat‌egically.

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.

Peter was painting himself as a devoted tycoon, using public opinion to pressure me. In the past, I might have yielded. But now, Lucas and my family gave me strength. Before I could act, Darrel burst through the crowd, kicking Peter away and shielding me. "The nerve you've got to coerce Hollie here!" he snapped. "Why didn't you tell everyone how you played lapdog to your ex and forced Hollie out with nothing while she was about to give birth? Need me to show the evidence?"

Others may assume that this was some extreme luck with women, but Harvey found it to be the opposite. All three of them were in a worrying state. If they happened to bump into each other… Soon, Harvey came up with a brilliant idea. His confidence rose. … After a long night of dead silence, Larry woke up from his two thousand square foot bedroom as usual. But without knowing why, his eyes seemed to be twitching to no end. A slight worry flashed in his mind, making him quite frustrated. He tried to jog his memory and realized that everything had been going smoothly for him. He even had plans to deal with the oblivious young man before, so how could anything go wrong?