I could hear their screams as the red hot branding iron seared their bodies
Also featuring I Sell Sex — A White tells his own story, An internationally famed authority tells you A Dozen Ways To Better Your Love Life, The Day I Went Naked — The Uncensored story of a girl reporter’s visit to a nudist camp, and Raking Claws Of Slaughter — The bullets from my rifle were smashing its hide, still it came at me
If you’ve ever really wondered about what takes place behind the scenes at those Sexy Magazine editorial offices… here is the naked truth about the lurid stories and nude photography in all its sordid details.
A Novel Which Dares To Expose The Dirty, Shoddy Practices of Cynical Editors and Photographers Who Will Go To Any Lengths To Satisfy Thrill-Seeking Readers
From the back:
Here at last is an unvarnished, dynamite-laden account of the girlie-book publishers and what makes them tick.
So, this is a lurid exploitation book about lurid exploitation magazines. I wonder if anyone was aware of the irony? The entire book can be downloaded here
She hated him — but still wanted him sexually — day and night.
From the back:
Julia wanted revenge, and Frank was the unknowing victim. She set about getting even by using the only weapon she had—her beautiful body. Julia used her body artfully, teasing every erotic instinct Frank had. But she went too far and found that she could not resist satisfying the urges she had aroused in him. When Frank found out who she was he fed her to his wolf pack —six leering brutes who drew for high card to see “who would cut the cake.”
A True Story Of The Inter-Play Of The Aggressor And The Victim In Sexual Attacks
From the back:
Here is a book which probes into six such cases. Of murder and attack victims, all of them aberrants – lesbians, homosexuals, masochists, nymphomaniacs – who spent a lifetime making themselves available to prospective killers.
Men never knew how corrupt she was until the door was locked and the shade was down
From the back:
She Warned Them All
She removed her dress and folded it neatly over the back of a chair, taking her time, aware that his hunger was mounting as he watched from the bed. A tiny smile toyed at the corners of her lips as she reached for the clasp of her brassiere. She kept her back to him as she slid the loops down her arms and let her breasts spring loose. Slowly, knowing he was waiting, she drew in her breath and turned to face him. “Well?”
He stared. She laughed and stepped out of her heels, lifting one foot to the side of the bed, her fingers going to the garter-strap attached to her stocking. “I think I’d better warn you,” she murmured casually. “I’m not like other women.”
He blinked and frowned up at her. “What do you mean?”
Erica smiled at him. “I might be too much for you.”
He grinned, indicating his disbelief.
Erica shrugged, not surprised. “No one ever
believes me… until it’s too late for them to do anything about it.”
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