Robert Bonfils

Satan Was My Pimp

This devil in lusting flesh dealt in bodies, not in souls. For a share of his love, as hot as the hell that spawned him, women let themselves be sold to the highest bidder of either sex, for whatever erotic ritual evil could devise.

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New York was to Justine what Justine was to New York: a temptress – lush, seductive, insatiable, destructive. Blinded by its glitter, she plunged headlong into dizzying whirlpools of passion… first with a lustful, treacherous man, then with a fiercely tender woman. Suddenly, she was rushed headlong into a final frenzy… murder as violent, as swift, as the wild desire that caused it!

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Shame Street

Twisted Hungers In A Lust School Along – Shame Street

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LUST LESSONS
Don Spaulding entered the school of passion late, but he was an apt pupil. The steaming slums gave up all their secrets to his prowling study, and the heat of alcohol inflamed the hunger’s he’d had bottled up so long as he learned to make the most of the sinful moments of torrid love in shabby back seats of cars and shabbier tenements. The wanton women of the skid row streets taught him their age-old skills, and it was a lust scramble to see who would fill the gutters first.

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Sin Séance

She was the shame-slave of a departed soul!

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Lust Pad

Sin Paid The Rent In This — Lust Pad

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GANG BANG
Thai’s the Greenwich Village credo — leave no sins unturned. If you’re a Beat chick with hip-ways, you learn that fast and there are plenty of wine-guzzling, passion-talking, pot-blowing studs around to show you a thousand different sin-ways to be a wanton. If you don’t go for the regular sins, the supply of twisted hungers is never exhausted, and the one sure way to become a lust legend is to invent a few new ones! So dreg out the bongos and steal another gallon of wine — the lust Man’s here with those con-science-killing lust-smokes, and it’s light up for —
SINTIME!

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