This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Autumn Scandals. 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: Professor Gustavus Fielding Porter reached for the blue book on his austere, worm-scarred 18th Century desk. The late August sun burned through the redwood-slatted Venetian blinds. Judy Latimer took the essay book from him as if it were an angry cobra. Her eyes darted to her older sister with a touching desperation.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call The Sin Scene. 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 snubbed out his cigarette, wished he had sufficient, funds to offer her a drink. She looked nice. It would be pleasant to become acquainted with her, to get to know her well. He shrugged. He'd have to forego this adventure. A guy can't pick up a broad without dough. He picked up his glass of beer, sipped it, put it down, glanced in the mirror again. She was still giving him the bold eye. This time she smiled broadly, got down off her stool and walked over to htm.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Share The 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: Tonight everyone was drinking more than they should. Tom's wife, red-haired Eloise, was almost reeling. Andy had sunk into a quiet, fuzzy euphoria. Tom was the complete host-charming, witty, putting everyone at their ease.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Play-Off Partners. 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: They were wonderful, darling. You did it!" She stretched up on tiptoe to kiss him. Ted hugged her with his free arm. "No thanks to the referees. That Burwell wouldn't know a clip if he saw one." "You didn't need his help. I knew you could do it." "Rita, with a wife like you, how could I miss?"

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Interracial Swinger Swapfest. 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 turned away from her husband, embarrassed, in spite of herself, the beginnings of a frown creasing her lovely face as Eddie left the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Spicy Meatball Swap. 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: Exactly when that erotic idea entered their heads, I don't know. But we'd known them just about a month when they succeeded. Willa was fresh out of college and working as a legal secretary in a law firm. That's where she met Anne. Anne, was the receptionist. They hit it off from the first day. Friendship blossomed rapidly as Anne helped Willa get settled into her new job that first Monday morning. By lunchtime they were on a first name basis, eating together at a cafe near the law offices.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Location Swap. 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: "You're probably right, Junie. But I can't help being edgy about something so important to my career when I've been waiting this long for some official news direct from him." "He does have a lot on his mind, Morton," June defended, as if she had heard enough of her husband's petulant impatience and wanted to cool him off. He thought about it for a few minutes, and it reminded him of two other things.