This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Fanny Trap. 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: "My boyfriend knew about this secluded spot along the river, and I agreed to the picnic idea. It excited me to think he was going to....

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Temptation. 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: Men's eyes brightened with lust and women's narrowed with envy...

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call The Secret Flame. 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: Even when it was her husband who was touching her it had to be that way. Mary was an honest, conventional wife and mother. Curly McLean was the only man who had touched her in the eighteen years of their marriage. And he knew where to touch her, and how.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call The Frightened Heart. 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: Bobbi was five feet, four inches tall, with hair blacker than the dark of night, and skin whiter than alabaster. She had large, questioning eyes that always seemed to be asking, even though she already knew most of the answers. Her nose was short, and seemed to fit perfectly above her heart-shaped lips.....But thirty-year-old Bobbi Rogar was the prized possession of only one man; her husband, Henry Rogar.

This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Sex Studio. 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: That smell! It was a mixture of bath oil, perfume, and that wonderful aroma of a beautiful woman's body evaporating. "Are you with David Alan's orchestra?" the girl asked, turning to Dana. "Why, uh, yes." Dana answered, surprised, "as a matter-of-fact, I was just going to work." Dana made a gesture toward his violin. "He's my favorite!" she smiled broadly and tossed her hair to one side.