Rowena had a husband, but Fern was what she wanted…
“She Know Only One Way To Hold Her Lover”
and judging by the look on that guy’s face, it is a very good hold.
A Heritage of Infamy!
Judy had nowhere to hide, when Steve switched on the light, revealing her and Mona in their frantic but passionate love embrace.
Pro Tip: Never let the wife’s lesbian lover drive the ski boat.
“The way to the top was through the bedroom. Where woman met woman, and man met man.”
Mad, unholy desire, strange diabolical hate, and all-consuming love reveals itself in this novel.
The Doctor knew all about women, and he solved their sex problems in a most unique manner. His beautiful receptionist also had a problem — Lesbianism
From the back:
When Dr. Reed asked his patients to “lie down and talk” they wore little more than their problems, but their problems were always interesting:
Gwenn’s breasts were too small.
Claire’s were too large.
Joan did strange things with men.
Connie did stranger things with women.
Jessica could not get enough.
Sandra got too much.
Dr. Reed solved all of these problems and many more – all except his own problem – and his receptionist’s.
What Goes On Inside A Psychoanalyst’s Private Office Is A Professional Secret, And Well It Should Be For The Lusts And Perversions Spilled Out There Will Shock You To The Core
Only the wealthy and sick of mind came here… in search of the unspeakable perversions they dared not seek in the outside world
The cult was a sex lure which netted big money… They had it made in more ways than one
From the back:
A startling story of sex cult members who indulged in such primitive pagan passions they made the Roman orgies seem mild! Here is the shocking ex-posé of ravished virgins . . . of women forced to breed like cattle . . . of uninhibited eroticism and carnal lust en masse!
Figures were on the sand now, hips grinding, hands reaching in erotic foulage; passionate mouths and bodies seeking satiation. Now something new was taking place. Two of the women, their own sex desires temporarily satiated, ran up the sandbar, grabbed one of the clothed girls. And suddenly vicious hands were on the girl’s body, cloth was tearing, and the girl was nude. The seven women danced around the frightened girl. Then the circle opened to admit one of the men. He started fondling the girl, disregarding her screams, her beating hands. He threw her to the sand at last, forced his body into position. Flossie’s fingers were hard on my arm. “Bill, that girl isn’t one of them. She’s being forced, ravished—” I handed the glasses to Flossie. “Focus on the girl being ravished. She’s wearing a belt, similar to the one I cut off Joan—” “That means she’s a prisoner.” Flossie’s words stopped.