Cover previously used for Death Of Anger
Tag: Lesbians
Private School
The Girls Taught Each Other About Love!
Every Parent Should Read This Shocking Novel Of Adolescent Girls Who First Tolerated Vice — Then Embraced It — Then Could Not Live Without It…!
Cover stolen from Young Widow. The 1959 edition is here
From the back:
Maidens In Distress!
The Briars had a fine reputation as a school for adolescent girls. Yet the goings-on behind its ivy-covered walls were scandalous enough to shock the most hardened adult! For it was not just a matter of secret trysts with men. Here the young ladies were subjected to far worse iniquities. Certain members of the faculty were teaching the special subject of “love” to the more attractive girls, inducting them into warped and twisted practices….
Blonde Rhoda Sterling, for instance, and that Southern student, Emmylou Berry — both were educated in perversity by the handsome gym mistress. Fetching Elise Longstreet, who arrived at school with a healthy — too healthy — need for boys, was forced to endure the cruel indignities of Miss de Sousa, of the English Department. Obviously, only experiences with virile men could rescue such girls from their own warned passions. But would the world understand if measures drastic were attempted? After all, the pretty darlings were so young, so tender, so very tempting…
Behind The Venerable Façade Of Many A Private School Lurks Unutterable Vice And Wickedness. This Novel Affords A Glimpse Of Conditions Which Cry For Correction!
Three Strange Women
They knew what they wanted… each other!
The story of Susan, Norma and Gail… three small-time models, constantly exposed to each other’s bodies. Inevitably they fell into depraved practices — but could they fight their way back to normal love?
Oddly, the earlier 1960 edition of this book also shows only two women.
From the back:
THREE GIRLS
Maybe you’ve met a girl like Norma—body made for love, lips designed for kisses, flesh fashioned for the touch of caressing hands… a vision of lovely womanhood, promising and teasing and disturbing….
Maybe you’ve run into someone like Susan—dainty, soft, yet a tempest of passion—a girl wanting only your love, the joy of ecstasy with marriage or without it… a girl lusting to be your slave, bear your children….
Maybe you’ve even known a woman like Gail—and paid for the privilege. In the girlie magazines, in the ads and catalogs, you’ve seen her matchless form… given cash enough, maybe you tasted her exquisite kisses, feasted on her voluptuous beauty lying suppliant in your arms….
But you’re pretty bad if you were able to guess Norma’s depravity—understand Susan’s evil —read Gail’s warped mind. For Gail herself would pay for your lips to burn on hers, pay for your body… if you were a girl! Preferably a girl like Norma. Or maybe Susan.
HERE IS THE UNVARNISHED TRUTH ABOUT SMALL-TIME MODELS, BUSH-LEAGUE BEAUTIES-THE BEDS THEY MAKE, THE PICTURES THEY POSE, THE MEN THEY PLEASE, THE UN-NATURAL AFFECTIONS WHICH SO OFTEN CORRUPT THEM!
Run, Lez, Run
From the back:
It did not seem to make any difference how far or how hard Margo ran. . . Her problem could, and did, follow her no matter how many towns or how many men she tried to put between herself and her guilt. She found Havana was no different. As she tried on one of the exotic Carmen’s costumes she felt the other dancer’s hungry glance on her near-nude body. She recognized the need in the other woman’s eyes and all to well knew what her response would be. . . As the other woman slowly crossed the room toward Margo she could feel the blood pounding in her ears, the surge of passion flowing over her entire body and a small moan of despair and desire trembled on her lips . . .
Her Own Kind
Did She Go To Bed With Anyone, Or Only With — Her Own Kind
A Violent Story Of A Girl And Her Perverted Passion
Warm And Willing
… to play the part of the pupil on her maiden voyage into the twilight world
From the back:
Rhoda stared out at the night. “What’s wrong with me, Meg?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Yes, I know,” she sighed. “I’m frigid.”
Meg smiled. “No.”
“Then what?”
Meg touched her arm, turning her from the window. “You really don’t know, do you? You poor, sweet darling …”
Rhoda frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Perhaps this will help,” Meg murmured.
And Meg kissed her.
AS AUTHENTIC AND SENSITIVE A PORTRAIT OF LESBIAN LIFE, ITS MEMBERSHIP AND MYSTERIES, AS EVER PAINTED!!!
Unlike Others
Into The Fire
Paroled from a girl’s reformatory into the custody of a wealthy, jaded woman, Laurie suddenly realized she’d merely jumped out of the frying pan —
From the back:
LAURIE . . . exploited and degraded by her youthful encounters with coarse hoodlums, she was ripe and ready for the kind of love she found rampant in the home for wayward girls.
HESTER . . . the burly prison matron who picked the newest and prettiest inmates for her special pets and saw to it that they never forgot their stay at the reformatory.
BLANCHE . . . the wealthy socialite who made a practice of arranging the parole of desirable prison-girls under her custody and who employed them as her ultra-personal maids.
NAOMI . . . spoiled and sensual, she found herself a rival with her step-mother for the attentions of a young girl who’d introduced her to a brand of passion she couldn’t do without.
