This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Prostitute On The Strip . 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: Barney maintained a car agency just a few blocks from the massage parlor. After being told by not one but two customers concerning the parlor, and particularly the gorgeous, sensuous, long-legged dark-haired young woman who thrilled the customers, he decided he had to check out the action for himself. He had wondered if his own high standards would find the woman as appetizing as she had been described by his two customers. One glance and he was able to answer the question in the affirmative. Diane stood next to a nearby massage table. She was clad in a dazzling leopard-skin bikini which revealed every sensuous curve in glaring detail. The black high-heeled shoes she wore all accented her tall five-foot-eight-inch form.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Her Buddy . 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 arrived in his Cadillac unannounced almost an hour before, and when he had failed to find me at the house, he journeyed down to the beach below and discovered me taking a fresh water swim. He enticed me back to the place with him. Naturally Vic would be able to do that, since he's paying the rent on the gorgeous Malibu house where I'm staying, situated just above the waters of the Pacific Ocean. It is located on a side street just above Pacific Coast Highway, so that I have a beautiful View of the water either day or night. I have Vic to thank for all that. Vic, that is, and my gorgeous body, which measures out to a perfect 36-22-36.