This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Female 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: Her eyes darted up the street, looking for his strong young body, eager for him. As she watched, a more sober thought came to her: with all these people on the street tonight, there was a chance that she would be seen, then what?

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Passion Ph.D. 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: In her dream she lay naked to the warm morning sun, yet she was pleasantly chilled. Her eyes were tightly closed against the new light and she felt, rather than saw, the little goose bumps that were rising on her body. She shivered deliriously. Why was she chilled? Oh yes, now she understood: she was lying in a cool mountain stream, the water rushing not too swiftly all over her. She smiled as she felt the pleasant, gentle touch of the water. But something was happening: the water wasn't so cool any more. It was quickly warming up and the warmth entered her flesh. Goose bumps melted away. She could scarcely tell the difference between the warm water and her own body. Then there was no difference. She and the water were one and the same. She had turned to liquid. She herself was the warmly flowing water, twisting, turning, coursing through the stream bed.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Honeymoon Hotel. 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: "But aren't you excited?" Marylou asked, shivering in vicarious enjoyment. "I mean... I would be! After all, your wedding is only two days away, and then you and Dick go to that groovy castle place in Ireland for your honeymoon. Why, you must be excited."

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Passion Proxy. 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: "Andrea, let's go up to my place. Right now." Her hand firmly removed his hand from her knee. Her head turned, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered back. "Not now, Jed. I want to stay. Everyone's raving about this girl."