Leora Gave A Man Heaven — And Hell
Cover was reused for Excelsior!
She would have been a shapely skeleton in any man’s closet…
De moord op een baby-sitter!
… is soft? Smells like lilacs? Is delicious with fava beans and a nice chianti? Where are you going with this title?!
From the back:
The Burning Flesh of Many Women
When Alain Le Ray’s wife ran off with his best friend, he tried to make a new life for himself in the arms of other women:
COLETTE—the tall and full bodied girl who lived across the hall. She gave herself to Alain the very first night ..
KAT—the sleek and athletic young actress. Although a Lesbian at heart, she didn’t mind sharing Alain with her voluptuous maid, MINA—as long as the three of them could be together .. .
MONIQUE—the ravishingly beautiful blonde who learned the facts of love in Alain’s arms . . .
ALL WOMEN’S FLESH is a penetrating novel of love and desire in today’s Paris.
The bold and shocking exposé of a French boarding school for young girls, where the curriculum offered private lessons in sex, seduction, and bizarre discipline.
Of course, I am sure this exposé was thoroughly researched.
I really don’t know what to make of this. Is he more awesome than Chuck Norris because he is kissing a mermaid while riding a speeding motor boat up a giant wave? Or is he just an idiot being lured to his watery doom by a aquatic temptress?
“My goodness, Mr. Taylor,” Maureen murmured. “Haven’t you ever seen a nurse out of uniform before?”
Young, lush, golden-haired, she was the live-in nurse who tended Frank Taylor’s bedridden wife—and to Taylor himself, a tantalizing, just-out-of-reach goad to bottled-up passions. Then came the night he realized that the perfect female body beneath the starched white uniform was tormented by needs as fevered as his own, triggering his first step toward the limits of forbidden desire…
Male, April 1965 via
Edit: Added the cover for this issue, which includes a different painting of this scene by Mort Kunstler, rather than Gil Cohen who did the interior illustration. via via
She Knew Only One Way To Hold Her Lover
From the back:
Behind every girl trapped in the vice racket is a man. A man she wants so fiercely she will do anything to please him. Until she finds out the only way she can hold him is by selling herself to other men. This is the powerful story of such a girl—the smooth and sinister racketeer who initiated her into evil—and two desperate people who risked everything to save her from total depravity.
“A grim and terrible tale of the men in big cities who prey upon women. The simplicity with which it is told and its lack of vulgarity only serve to emphasize the sordid and shocking situation into which some young women are lured.”
Love and Violence in Modern India