When The Blonde Newlywed Met The Redheaded Prostitute . . .
The blonde is reused from Mademoiselle Lesbian. The redhead is one of so very many Fixler illustrations of women pulling sweaters over their heads
Too Many Wantons Knew His Name!
From the back:
Slender, but fully-curved, and with a voluptuousness that the masculine severity of her shirt and skirt could not conceal, Donna Ray was an efficient House Mother of an all-girl studio hotel.
Donna was familiar with the schedules, hopes, fears and aspirations of all the hotel’s tenants — she hungered for the budding, young girls and used her knowledge to feed her own strange appetites . . .
Two women were out to ruin Greg — one with love, one with hate — it didn’t matter how they did it.
She Was Trapped In The Shame World Of The — Lez
Too Hot For The Heroin Hoods To Handle!
He learned about sex from servants, practiced with the kids at school, and yearned for a girl whose skin was dark…
A Searing Story Of Two Who Dared To Know Miscegenation — And Worse!
Their Sins Burned With A White Heat On — Passion’s Forge
She was a fashion model by day — but at night the seething inner passions of her body transformed her into… A Model In Sin
Mary Thorne, housewife, was used to picking up men, especially young ones. She wasn’t going far, but Ben intended going all the way to her bed…
The gayest crew in WWII!
He’d been beaten and robbed, left to die in a dirty alleyway. Whether or not to go back and learn the truth… or give in to the love of a young man… became his terrifying Hand-Up
From the back:
“I’ve never done this before,” he said. “How do you know,” Matt countered, “when you can’t remember anything about yourself!”
It was true. Horrifyingly true. He knew nothing about his past; who he’d been, if he was married, or even — as Matt suggested — that he’d been a homosexual before. He was now. There was no question about that. He loved Matt so intensely that he was afraid to learn about himself, to find out that maybe he had responsibilities that would take him away from the young man. He wasn’t even sure if he was wanted by the law. But their love was marred daily by that threat and he knew he’d have to face the truth sooner or later — whatever it was.
Beverly had never experienced love with a woman, but in her kidnapped position she had no choice but to allow Marion to possess her.