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Stranger on Lesbos by Valerie Taylor

Valerie Taylor | Stranger on Lesbos | Frances has been married to Bill for many years. Their son, Bob, is in high school. Frances had been left alone too often. Bill’s occupation with busi

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Courtesans, Princesses, Lesbians by Marie-Louise Laurent Tailhade

Marie-Louise Laurent Tailhade | Courtesans, Princesses, Lesbians | Casanova-ish memoir; French pamphleteering of Pre-revolutionary days. Bitter, explicit and mildly disgusting; mentioned mostly to state emphatically t

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Passion Splurge by Terry Handers

Terry Handers | Passion Splurge | Weird desires drove their wanton bodies into a passion splurge

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Virgin’s Summer by Alan Marshall; Donald E Westlake

Alan Marshall; Donald E Westlake | Virgin’s Summer | She Dreamed of Her First Love Affair — And Then It Was No Longer A Dream

The Shocking Story of What Goes On Behind The Locked Doors Of A Mot

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Hotbed by John Carver

John Carver | Hotbed | ‘He came to a typical provincial town to record the sex habits of the residents, and uncovered secrets hidden below the surface of prudish convention

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Dyke Diary by John Dexter

John Dexter | Dyke Diary | Perverse passions enslaved her

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North Beach Girl by John Trinian

John Trinian | North Beach Girl | Front cover text:

north beach girl

Where did she belong, this kid called Erin? What did she want? Was it what Bruno had to offer? T

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Wanton Salesgirls by Martha Wade

Martha Wade | Wanton Salesgirls | We are unable to provide a description at this time.

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Sexual Behavior Of The American College Girl by Benjamin Morse

Benjamin Morse | Sexual Behavior Of The American College Girl | Contents are: Introduction; The High School Background; The Pressures Against Virginity; Rebellion as an Aphrodisiac; Special Problems of the College

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Cop Swap by John Dexter

John Dexter | Cop Swap | First Line(s)

Bright morning sunlight was beating against the drapes, trying to fill the room. It seeped through every crease and pleat, refl