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At each fragment of flesh revealed, the men's ardour redoubled and soon amounted to blind, bestial rage. At last, having had everything torn from her with the exception of her chemise, she contrived by a supreme effort to free her quivering body, and got on her feet for a moment. Seized again, the last veil was ripped from her white frame and she now appeared to the gaze of all stark naked and blushing, in all the bloom of her sculptural charms. It was enough to damn a saint. In the middle of the saloon stood a column supporting the ceiling. This pillar was garnished with red velvet...

John Martin was getting really turned-on. He felt with his hand to adjust himself when he suddenly realized for the first time that he had been stripped to his shorts and T-shirt. He shook his head to clear it. What the hell was going on? He couldn't be dreaming all this; his balls ached slightly as his rod pushed out the front of his shorts. He looked back at the wall. No wonder he was this rock solid.

He looked, at another photo of the same model. This time the slip had been discarded and she was bending, forward across a dressing table as if checking her...

Then the bell rang, and seconds later she was in John's arms.

"Miss me?"

"You know I have," she smiled. "Where's Katie?"

"She's... " Nancy almost said that Katie was out with Doctor Black, but stopped herself just in time. "She's spending the night with friends."

"Good," John grinned, and kissed her.

His mouth was hot and reckless, his lips open against hers. She felt his tongue touch her lips, gently forcing them open. Her arms went around him. She had to hold onto him or she...

"May's Tale" recounts the sexual coming-of-age of our curious young protagonist as she is tutored in the physical arts of love by all the libidinously willed individual's about her.

At the hands of her school tutor, her groundsman's son Robert, and a mysterious sapphist called Kate who grew up on a West Indian plantation, May will learn all manner of forbidden deeds and to give over every part of herself to the pursuit of the wildest of orgiastic heights.

With gamahuching, tribadism amongst both sexes alike, and Kate's tale of interracial indiscretions adding a piquancy to the...

Once we reached the cabin and got the door unlocked, she put our provisions away while I got a roaring fire going in the huge fireplace. When I finally turned from the crackling fire, I found Heidi standing a little way behind me, a strange, bright, speculative look in her eyes as she watched me.

I straightened and she came to me suddenly, raised her arms and clasped her hands behind my neck as she exclaimed, "I've already had more fun than I've enjoyed for weeks. Thank you so much, Vincey, for coming with me so I could enjoy this-"

She broke...

She looked at the paper still in her hand and imagines dialling the number written there as soon as she got off the train. If they think I'm living at the dormitory, she thought, they'll go out of their freaking minds.

She imagined Pammy's apartment, dim and mellow, with the light bouncing off smooth soft fabrics and cushions. She imagined how it would smell, musty with incense, cooking and the aroma of sex.

Soft, warm and friendly she saw it when she closed her eyes. She wondered how many men Pammy had slept with. She tried to imagine the...

"One night we took the big step. We'd had a big argument about something I did. We decided to see if swapping could bring us together and keep us together. Well, to make a long story short-it did I think we love each other as much now, or maybe even more, than we ever did."

"What's all this leading up to?" Barbara cast a suspicious glance at him.

"I'm suggesting you and Peter give swapping a try."

Barbara shook her head.

Peter appeared interested. "How? Another party at Bart's?"

Aida danced gradually closer to Annabelle, her eyes fixed hungrily on the purple aureolas of her breasts, huge beauty-spots that excited her strangely. Feeling the other girl's gaze on her, Annabelle smiled and a ripple of excitement went through her loins, the same excitement she had felt yesterday afternoon when the unseen watcher had observed her and Geoff rutting. Now she could feel the tension in her nipples as they swelled out farther, hardening into wine-red agates. She had only drunk one daiquiri, but she felt intoxicated by it all, the sexy rhythm and the eyes fixed upon...

"Voluptuous, Exciting, Amorous and Delighting"

Kate Percival, a self-proclaimed lady of pleasure, recounts her tale of sexual discovery with rousing effect; from her first embraces with fellow convent student Laura, to espying the motions of Father Clark and student Margaret from behind doors ajar. From the touch of a young man, to becoming the Governess and lover for one older. She thrills at her own wantonness, and excites at the merest hint of impropriety.

This little seen work of Edwardian Erotica from 1902, written pseudonymously by the main character herself, bursts at the...

When she had gotten the thermometer past body temperature, she moved back to the bed. "Now push your pajama bottoms down so that I can take your temperature, Charlie," she told him in an offhand and casual tone of voice.

"My pajama bottoms?" he said.

"Well, I certainly can't take a rectal reading if you don't push them down. But if you're embarrassed, I don't even see why you bothered to come to my room tonight, to begin with. After all, I didn't invite a boy here, you know."

More embarrassed than ever, more confused as...

In the our first story our curious and precarious young female protagonist recounts in lusciously graphic detail those unknown deeds that men and women are want to practice when their passions are high. From the gentlemen callers that visit her mother when he father is working the railroad, to the lascivious old men at the old folks home who like nothing better than being titillated by a lithe and young wantonness, she reveals all in unabashed glory. But will she let her friends Lizzie and Julia have all the action?

Our second story finds four female friends in a boarding in Catskills....

This English written pastiche of erotica set in Russia recounts the life of a young peasant girl sold into servitude to Princess Katerina. What Grushenka doesn't know, however, it that the palace of Prince Alexey Sokolow is one where maids and serfs are paired to fornicate in controlled conditions and often under the wanton eyes of the Royals.

It is not long before our protagonist's reticence is forgotten; the naive girl overcome by the sheer ecstasy of her many lascivious encounters. Lost to her new-found lust, and developing a talent for all deeds and devices sexual, she will rise...

The real Chrissie wouldn't have dreamed of invading a men's room, but the real Chrissie was on vacation for the night. This was a blue-haired slut in a skintight sheath dress, with no underwear and four-inch spikes. She strutted toward him, her ass swaying. Something told her she was ready for anything.

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. He was six-three and he towered over Chrissie. She could smell the rum on his chest from the drink she'd tossed at him, and it mixed with the smell of his sweat, of his natural male funk. She laid her cheek...

Master Percy is about to get a very 'physical' education

This once banned gem of Edwardian Erotica recounts the sexual coming of age of Percy, and his many vigorous dalliances with women young and old. Even the rakish Captain Charles Devereaux, of "Venus in India," makes an appearance to regale Percy in some far eastern eroticism.

Written anonymously in 1898 and published by the infamous "The Erotica Biblion society of London and New York" in 1905, splashed with a liberal helping of graphic prose, and a smattering of flagellation for good measure, "Forbidden Fruit" and its sequel...

Mr Howard, Maud Cameron, and Alice return for much flagellatory debauchery in this ode to all things sadomasochistic. With the use of an ingenious contraption of steel frame, cog, crank, and pulley, our libidinous threesome will strap, bind, suspend, and manacle Mr Howard's new pupils in all manner of humiliation inducing poses.

Will Miss Burke struggle against the indignities of her situation enough to allow those applying the punishments to heighten her to orgiastic abandon? Or will the birching, whipping, and eventual rutting awaken a side to her psyche that yearns to be thus...