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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
Excerpt:
The ordeal that night with Erik Gordon was more enjoyable than Jill would have cared to admit. In the dark, she was unable to see his grossness, and even though she felt it, not seeing it was enough to make sex with him even more enjoyable. The following morning, she was up at seven, had an early breakfast, and was driven directly to…mehr

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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Excerpt:

The ordeal that night with Erik Gordon was more enjoyable than Jill would have cared to admit. In the dark, she was unable to see his grossness, and even though she felt it, not seeing it was enough to make sex with him even more enjoyable.
The following morning, she was up at seven, had an early breakfast, and was driven directly to the studio by Erik, himself. It was an old studio originally used in the days of early television and converted by Erik.
While riding in the car, she had started memorizing her lines.
When they arrived, she found everyone else on the set and ready to go. The set in this case was a three-bedroom house, ranchstyle, and Jill assumed the exteriors had been shot elsewhere.
Absalom Kirsch, the director, was a short, bushy-haired man with deep eyes that had dark circles around them. He was dressed in simple gray slacks and a white shirt.
Jill's co-worker and fellow actor was one of those muscle freaks, whose picture often adorned pumping iron magazines. It was obvious the man hadn't been hired for his acting ability, and had she not been so engrossed in memorizing her part, Jill might have suspected something was wrong.