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MEMOIRS OF A MASOCHIST

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch was an Austro-Hungar- ian who put a new word into the English language: masochism, or submission with the enjoyment of pain, Venus in Furs is regarded as his finest literary work, one that becomes compellingly alive because the author has lived the part of Sevarin, the man who fell fatally in love with Wanda von Dunajew and implored her to make him her slave. The story of how he first aroused her dangerous passion for domination, how he submitted to brutal beatings and was finally cast aside after she had taken another lover forms a tale as extraordinary as any to be found in literature. Sacher-Masoch's long suppressed story of the unhappy dilettante who degraded himself and was physically abused by his mistress may shock some, but remains a bold and unvarnished exposition of the relationship between pleasure and pain that has been hailed as an underground masterpiece.
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-From Venus In Furs & The Black Czarina by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch,
Translated by H. J. Stenning,
Illustrations by Dianne Hillier

Rip Austin knew that curvaceous
Sally Vaughn had been murdered
for her insurance money, but how
could he prove it when the local
vice lords gave orders to the town
council, police force and newspapers
- and when he, himself, was neatly
framed for two other murders?

GETTING STRIPPER KOOKY MARSH
TO GIVE HIM VITAL INFORMATION
WAS MUCH HARDER - AND LESS
FUN - THAN GETTING HER TO PART
WITH HER PASTIES, BUT IT HAD TO
BE DONE - EVEN AT THE RISK
OF HER LIFE!

Sex was the only coin that counted,
and violence the only language
spoken, until Rip Austin managed
to blow the lid off!

-From Strip, Wench...or Die! by Gene Cross, 1963

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SHAME SLOPES...

... while the raging snow storm howled outside
the sheltered lodge, the fire was warm inside. So
warm that the helpless wantons, bound to their
personal shames, released every inhibition that
had ever held them captive and cavorted straight
into the flesh feast of the century. Couple after
couple; the young, the old, the novice, the jaded
... even the shameless Lesbians ... each taking
their shame-turns throughout the-

...CAPTIVE ORGY!

From Hilltop Lust by Andrew Shaw, 1965

A beautiful
vagrant,
looking for
a meal,
a buck,
a bed . . .

THAT was Audrey Wincher at nine-

teen when Rex Terridy found her on
the beach. He decided to make her
his own - temporarily. Rex was too
tied to his mother's apron strings to
be much of a lover but his wealthy
father had no such problems as far
as beautiful young blondes like
Audrey were concerned - or any other
woman for the matter.

Alone and frightened, Audrey
quickly found herself caught up in
a licentious household of men and
women who regarded sex as a mere
pastime. They passed their partners
around as casually as they passed
the drinks at cocktail time.

Then Audrey came under the in-
fluence of a green-eyed, red-headed
woman who taught the youngster
twisted love, impure love. Only then
did Audrey awaken to the kind of
life she had let herself in for - to the
pit of sexual corruption that had
opened at her feet . . .

A HEARTBREAKING
STORY OF THE
STRAY TEEN-AGE
BEACH BUMS WHO
HAUNT THE PLUSH
RESORTS, LEARNING
TO BE TRAMPS
WHILE STILL
THINKING OF
THEMSELVES AS
LONELY KIDS!

From Teen-Age Stray by Arthur Adlon, 1964

Ellen P. - age 38
- seduces Jeff, age 15,
and introduces
him to the pleasures
of the tongue!
Joan M. - age 35
- makes it with Allan,
age 14, . . . in the
Greek fashion!
Norma M. - age 40
- pays Chad, age 16,
for sex!
Fully explained with true case histories.

From The Boy Seducers by Richard Blaney, 1973

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they came to the
FLESH MARKET

They came to THE FLESH MARKET
in search of marriage - or just
plain sex, with no strings
attached.It was like
shopping in
a harem!

-From The Flesh Market (Carousel Book No. 510)
by Lee Jacobs, Year Unknown

All he wanted
was the release
of love...and he would
do anything to get it!


HE KNEW HIMSELF. HE KNEW HIS LUSTS AND HIS NEEDS. HE KNEW THAT ONCE HE GOT THE FEEL OF A WOMAN, ONCE HE CAPTURED THE RHYTHM OF HER BODY, HE WOULD NOT BE SATISFIED UNTIL THEY WERE BOTH BEYOND SATISFACTION. HE DROVE HIMSELF, AND HIS WOMEN, BEYOND THE LIMITS OF LUST, OVER THE ABYSS OF AROUSAL.

-From Release of Love (Diamond Classic No. 1035)
by Carol Marks and/or Marla Kingston, 1972

Gas Mask Task

USE "LOVE CUSTOMS AROUND THE WORLD" to LIVEN UP A PARTY OR FAMILY GROUP...READ IT FOR YOUR OWN FUN AND ENJOYMENT...IT'S A GOLDMINE OF SENSATIONAL ENTERTAINING MATERIAL.

From Sex, Marriage, and Love Customs Around the World
by Horace T. Elmo, 1953

She Bait

Found in issue #14 of Avant Garde Magazine, 1971

Photographs by Mary Ellen Mark

SEX...AND DANGER?

BITCH
IN
HOT
WATER

BOOTS. Boots was her trademark. Boots was the name she chose for herself. Boots were her good-luck charm...and her evil omen.
BOOTS. It was not her real name, of course. She had lots of names: Janie Callaghan, Boots Calhoon, Mrs. Paul Warwick...and others. None of them fitted exactly...but each labeled one facet of her complicated personality.
BOOTS. A bitch on wheels...headed for fame and riches as a top nightclub and TV personality...or headed for Hell in a handbasket of her making.

This is the story of BOOTS - and the many men and women she used...and ruined...along her perilous path to the top - or the bottom. There was nothing she wouldn't do. Murder was the least of her sins. The only question was: which sin would finally catch up with her?

From A Girl Called Boots by Don Sted, 1968

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As Hot As Today's Headlines!

The newest phenomenon on America's torrid sex scene, girl gangs. Gangs of teen girls, banded together for kicks; sex, violence, any kind of kick.
The latest dimension in the liberation of the female is graphically chronicled in this book. You'll read about girls, no longer the victims, but the perpetrators of mass rape; clubs devoted exclusively to lesbianism; even the hard, leather-jacketed girls that straddle a motorcycle as if it were a man.
The demure, teenage virgin of yesterday is gone. In her place is her swinging sister, playing her new role for all it's worth.

A SHOCKING, OFTEN FRIGHTENING, EXPOSE OF TODAY'S HOPPED-UP TEENS!

From Girl Gangs by Dexter Knapp and/or Barbara Hoffman, 1968

Howsyer Do?

Gin and Phonics

Racy and ribald, this collection of 150 photographs is the Hollywood of the ordinary and not-so-ordinary people, their glamour stripped off by Weegee's candid lens. From King Gable to casting couches, from starlets who do to starlets who don't, this is the funniest portrait ever done of America's most uninhibited city.

From Naked Hollywood by WEEGEE and Mel Harris, 1955

Girl Looks Like Money

Like every man, I am my own worst enemy. Unlike most men, however, I also know that I am my own saviour. I know that freedom means reponsibility [a typo herein the text]. I know too how easily desire may be converted to deed. Even when I close my eyes I must be careful how I dream and of what, for now only the thinnest veil separates dream from reality.
How large or small a part sex plays in one's life seems relatively unimportant. Some of the greatest achievements we know of have been accomplished by individuals who had little or no sex life. On the other hand, we know from the lives of certain artists - men of the first rank - that their imposing works would never have been produced had they not been immersed in sex.

From The World of Sex by Henry Miller 1965

Show Us Your Tets

G-String Girl
by Dusty North and/or George Smith
1965

SHE DIDN'T STRIP JUST FOR MONEY. TAKING IT OFF, WITH THE HOT EYES DEVOURING HER FLESH, SET HER UP FOR WHAT CAME LATER.

The muted strip-rhythm thumping of the drum began, and all the men in the place were looking up at the slinking figure in the red dress. A spotlight zeroed in on her. She moved her red-tipped fingers to her breasts and her hips began to gyrate.
My eyes felt glassey. A lump moved up in my throat and wouldn't go down. I guess I had been watching her taut hips too closely. It seemed that she was smiling faintly - just at me.
Suddenly the dress dropped, and all she was wearing was a string of red beads looped around her undulating hips. Her body twisted, and the beads stroked her milky inner thighs. The drum thudded faster, like every male heart in the place. She moved everything. It was almost unbearable.
I was gaping when the spotlight went off, wiping the sweat from my face and neck. I could hear the harsh breathing of the man standing next to me at the bar. "She has a good figure," he said horsely.
I didn't bother to answer him. Instead I paid for my drink and hurried toward the door leading to her dressing room. I knew she was waiting.

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Pick Your Victim by Pat McGerr 1946

"The weapon's easy. It says here in the clipping that the victim was strangled by a brown woolen scarf."
"Man's or woman's?" asked Charlie Carter eagerly.
"It doesn't say."
"God damn it," Charlie growled. "Why don't newspapers get the facts? That's an important clue. Of course, if it was a man's scarf, it might have belonged to Stetson. But if it was a woman's, I'd be willing to be that he murdered Bertha or Anne or Loretta."
"Very high-powered deduction," commented Joe without enthusiasm.

Put ON Your 3D Glasses

Circa 1953