{"id":8564,"date":"2020-04-23T19:13:24","date_gmt":"2020-04-23T19:13:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=8564"},"modified":"2020-04-23T19:13:24","modified_gmt":"2020-04-23T19:13:24","slug":"carla-by-toni-stevens","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/carla-by-toni-stevens\/","title":{"rendered":"Carla by Toni Stevens"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Carla<\/em><\/h2>\n

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Toni Stevens<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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Back cover:<\/p>\n

SHE WAS A “BUTCH”<\/p>\n

What does this mean in terms of the human being — the beautiful, gray-eyed, twenty-year-old girl called Carla?<\/p>\n

What does it mean beyond the fact that Carla preferred girls to boys, man-style sexual freedom to buttons and bows?<\/p>\n

MARGARET knows — because she is the first girl to be seduced by Carla.<\/p>\n

JAMIE knows — because she is the one who lives with Carla, making love yet not loving.<\/p>\n

SORREL knows — because she turns the tables, takes Carla by force.<\/p>\n

HILDA knows — because with her talented stripper’s body she is able to toy with Carla.<\/p>\n

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? ARE YOU CURIOUS ABOUT THE DAY-TO-DAY DETAILS OF LESBIANISM, THE CAUSES, THE REWARDS, AND THE TORTURES?<\/p>\n

Inside:<\/p>\n

Carla Manning paced the empty and quiet apartment, her eyes darting to the wall clock incessantly. She puffed on a filter cigarette in an agitated manner, her slender hands occasionally brushing back her loose black hair. It was close to midnight and yet sleep was unthinkable as long as she was alone in the apartment and had to endure depression alternating with unrest.<\/p>\n

I’ll bet she’s kissing him right now, Carla thought, standing by the window and hugging her arms to her small firm breasts. Parked on some dark street, probably necking like two high-school kids. She’s doubtless even allowing him to pet her, and he’s asking her to move into the back seat where they can have more room.<\/p>\n

Carla shuddered and frowned, touching her forehead to the cool glass of the window. What’s the matter with me, she thought. Why on earth should it matter so to me what she does? Why does it make me feel sick inside just to think of her letting a man put his hands on her body? Why do I become so upset when she goes out on a date? Why do I worry so about her?<\/p><\/div>\n

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