On Campus They Didn’t Need To Take Any Courses On Sex. Their Erotic Escapades Entitled Them To A Master’s Degree In “Sexology” Without Cracking A Book!via
Her competition was Stella, a tempestuous brunette — utterly uninhibited and sex hungry as they come.
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The girl next door, Stella, was a live one — sex hungry to the point of depravity. So what if his wife was a prude, he was going to get his furnace stoked one way or another.
Lisa would do anything for money… but seducing Greg was as much about pleasure as prostitution
It was college rutting season, and he was about to set a record for shack-timevia
Everybody loves everybody every which way in this savagely funny, orgiastic novel of swamis, swindlers, swingers, and the great Group Encounter Therapyvia
She Was All Woman — All Tramp
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was the only name for Gail Reese. At the age of four, almost before she knew the difference between man and woman, she saw her own Aunt in the arms of a strange man, cavorting in sinful pleasure before her young and innocent eyes. And it made its mark on her. Enough of a mark so that at the age of sixteen, a beautiful virgin on the threshold of love, she knew the full horror of being violated brutally by a swine of a man who used her terribly, leaving her spent and bruised, and hating men so much she swore vengeance on all men - to goad them and torment them and drive them to insane heights of desire in search of her arms and lips. She was cold and ruthless, a tease, a woman without morals or ideals. All she knew was that she had what men wanted, and she would give it to them for a high and lustful price. She was a child of the damned
Hucksters, Easy Girls, And Heavy Money — The Formula For An Industry Of LustFrom the back:
wrapped up in a new, fashion-shattering bra called the Up-Cup. It was new and it was different and it would make a hundred million dollars for Ted Griffin’s ad firm if he played his cards right. But playing the Mad Ave game meant knifing his friends in the back, stealing their wives, playing the hot game of lust that the men who ruled the ad roost dictated. Playing the game also meant selling his own wife info the hot and shameful world of suburban sin. It also meant the shocking torment of an innocent girl’s tortured soul… the torment of passion as a prelude to death. It meant — many things, all of them evil, all of them part of his pay-check in —
… The Lust Trade!
Her Life Was A River Of Lust!via
A Wild Weekend Of Jazz And Junk In A Hotbed Of Sex
He Was Lust Keeper In A House Of Wantons!via
A Sex Survey In This College Town Revealed Shameful Double LivesFrom the back:
The Lust Surveyors…
might have been a better name for them. They were college professors doing o thorough study of the sexual habits of educated women, and they had picked the women of Kellar College as their subjects. But it wasn’t all statistics and graphs, as Mark Sullivan found out. It was the kind of insanity only women desperate for love can know. And Mark soon found himself in the role of an interviewer in the center of a whirlpool of passion involving himself, his flame-haired wife Liz, the unbelievably love-starved Frances Durgan and her impotent husband, and a bevy of women who apparently did not care what they looked or sounded like, so long as they could relate their most private lives to a survey man, and perhaps even take a brief, blazing…
…Fling At Passion!
Meet The Depraved Ones — Students Of Sin!
The shocking passion game of big-city collegians in a secret lust club…
The Beach Was Their Playground For Lust!
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On The Beach…
he found them, bursting with passion and hungry to try every erotic thrill man and woman could ever share. He found Monica, who wore only a thin wrapper, so the boys could see her lush and beautiful body. He found Mary, who came to him in the night and demanded he satisfy her strange and twisted lusts — which he refused until her brother forced him at gunpoint! This was the weird tropical world Ben Carr — architect, society husband — had come to make for himself in the abandoned shack on the Florida coast. A world he had fled to in an attempt to forget that his own beautiful wife was a lesbian. It was a terrible and degrading world –
…Filled With Lust!
No Sin Was Taboo With The Girls He Met In Hollywood’s Flesh Pit!
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Too Much Sun…
was a disease you could contact in Hollywood. Too much good living and too many easy babes who didn’t really bother to get your lost name before they’d give you a good time. That was what Joey Baldwin, writer, fell info when he was commissioned to write the autobiography of ex-movie queen Mona Thorne. For Mona was in her thirties, looked like her twenties, and was filled with all the sin and shame of a hundred harlots. She was a passionately beautiful woman with a soul so shriveled she thought lust was lovely and sin was sweet. And into her life came innocent Joey, whose idea of being a cynic was to cheat on a wife he had already divorced… But this was the big time, the Hollywood glitter-scene, and Joey’s ideas of sex and passion were petty beside those of Mona Thorne, a girl who had long since had too much money, too much sun, and —
… Too Much Sex!
They exposed their bodies and their hungry desires
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These Were The Nudists!
Bonnie — whose sickness wos sex. She didn’t care who she slept with, as long as she owned him afterwards. Her fever for lust Al could never quite quench.
Harriet — who could never be aroused unless her love-partner beat her. So Al used the weapon she gave him, and struck her unmercifully. If wos the most terrifying union he’d ever known.
Sandra — sixteen-year-old daughter of the nudist camp’s director. Hot, lusting Sandra, jailbait Sondra who crept info Als arms and demanded his body, using her own like most women use a knife!
…And There Were Others!