This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Can't Be Tamed. 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 knew part of the answer anyway. She was here in Ad Dammam, Saudi Arabia, because it was her husband's job. As a geologist surveyor for Esso of California he was assigned to all sorts of God-forsaken places, mostly in the Middle East, and she always went with him because she wanted to be with him. Because she did love him. The only part she couldn't stand was the exhausting workload her husband Grant was sometimes obligated to carry -- it was then that she never saw him and when he, got too tired to satisfy her ravenous desires.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Desires Exposed. 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: There was one huge room where most of the action was taking place. In the original plan, the room had been a den, a living room and a solarium, all in one, that looked out over San Francisco Bay. Now it was one big, dimly-lit area with heavy carpeting, low furniture and lots of pillows.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Play For Play Girls. 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: Brenda hated doing this. She hated the smelly old men that she had to put up with, just to earn a living and pay the rent. New York City was a tough place to get along in, and one thing that just couldn't be done without, was money. She needed a lot of it, to pay for the lavishly furnished apartment that she had on the fashionable upper East-Side.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Model's Pleasures. 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 both wearing jeans, the man leaving his torso bare to the sun. He was well muscled and his thick shock of blond hair was ruffled by the wind off the ocean. The girl was blonde too, but a much lighter color and it was shoulder length. She rode proudly, and her body seemed to be part of the beautiful chestnut bay she was on.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Sapphic Flames. 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: During the flight from New York, she had been quite conscious that her dress had worked up her hips so that more than one pair of eyes had rested upon her partly exposed panties. Some of those eyes, including the very pretty ones of a certain, young stewardess, had rested much longer than was nice.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Lesbian 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: She was the kind of exquisite chick the American male imagined should be in a bikini, sitting on a blanket on a beach, waiting for the typical American stud....