This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call The Sex Script. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: Not bad for a 32-year-old mother of two! she thought. Another mental voice retorted, So how come Harry hasn't touched you in over a month? She thought she knew the reason why her husband had been leaving her alone. It was the repressed, puritanical attitude she had toward sex. Magazine articles and movies had told her that men expected more in this liberated age

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Living The Life Of Lust. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: Paul Grant managed not to wince when the waiter brought the bill for dinner. Wearing his best poker face, he counted out the money and mentally computed how little was left in his wallet. Then he looked at the girl across the table from him and told himself it was worth it. "Now what?" she asked.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Cozy Country Club. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: He had it easy. A great job. Sit all day by the pool and absorb a great tan, swim whenever he wanted, keep his eyes on the people lounging around or swimming in the olympic-sized pool. That was the best part, watching the people-in particular the females. It was almost impossible not to keep his eyes on the luscious, reclining bodies in their next-to-nothing swimsuits. And the majority were women: that's who came to country clubs during the weekdays while their husbands sat in some hectic office.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call More Love. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: Judy Burton returned his frown with a smile, thought: You skinny, just put the money on the dresser and get out of here. The man ignored her telepathic message, continued rummaging around the room for his sock. Judy took a pull on her stale bourbon and soda. The money, she thought, just leave the money....

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Playing With Laurie And Ann. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: "Aw, come on, baby... it'll be a million laughs!" he grinned wickedly, rubbing baby oil on his muscled chest as they sat together on the deck of the battered old inland cruiser. They were tied to a buoy, more than a mile from shore, and the old boat rose and fell with the gentle wake of a passing fishing trawler in the distance. The pretty redhead was pensive for a moment, her hands on her bikinied hips. "Oh, all right... but I'm going to be sorry I let you talk me into this. Laurie would kill me if she found out! Not to mention dying of embarrassment!"

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Sex For All Seasons. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: Everything she wore was black: there was the ebony bright blackness of her evening sandals, the dusky black of her lace filigreed garter belt (the straps like taut, black satin ribbons across the summer tanned smoothness of her thighs), the smoky black of her nylon stockings...

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Her Incurable Passion. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: She was in a room lighted only by a big overhead light that cast a circle of illumination down onto the table so that the rest of the room was pitch black. After another moment she became aware of a figure sitting at the foot of the table. Without being able to see the person's face, she intuitively knew that it was a man, one whom she knew and trusted.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Space Nymph. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: Tomorrow Commander Obi Oregano would be rocketing to the Golden Andromedia for a Knights of Cazza meeting so this would be their last night to fuck for an entire week. And the voluptuous stewardess wanted to make it count.