Sex (Maplewood) Lane
The shining new college community was actually a hotbed of sin …
Restless wives sought thrills … husbands prowled neighbors’ beds … and a college kid was fair game for older women!
First of all, is anyone surprised that a college community is a “hotbed of sin?”
Also, I must admit to being a bit disturbed that the husbands of this community are “prowl[ing] neighbors’ beds.” They be climbin’ in yo windows!
Triangle of Lust
(Robert Bonfils, cover artist)
A masochistic husband, a frustrated wife, a greedy sex-peddler find themselves hopelessly enmeshed in a triangle of passion.
- "Triangle of lust" is going to be my new favorite euphemism for my pubic area.
- To-Do: Come up with a joke that begins with the sentence, “A masochistic husband, a frustrated wife, and a greedy sex-peddler walk into a bar.”
- It’s pretty obvious which cover character is the masochistic husband, but I can’t decide if the redhead in the foreground (who is apparently falling off of a very small snowy hill) is the frustrated wife or the greedy sex-peddler.
- What in god’s name is lurking behind the couple?? It looks like Satan holding a shar-pei puppy.
- Bonfils cover girls make me happy to be alive.
The Case of the Radioactive Redhead (Erik March)
G. G. Fickling
(Robert Maguire, cover artist)
A gripping mystery with a startling denouement
OK, someone is clearly putting on airs here. Startling denouement? Couldn’t you have just said “shocking ending,” Mr. Tagline Writer?
Any takers for the bet that the Radioactive Redhead is some sort of Russian spy? And that nuclear weapons are involved? Also, big breasts?
Carnival Mistress: The Story of an Easy-Loving Cootch Dancer
Brandon House, 1965
This cover is the reason vintage sleaze paperbacks were invented. First of all, I’m loving the subtitle; “easy-loving cootch dancer” is a phrase that isn’t used often enough for my liking. And check out that background, all dirty blues and greys, the ultimate palette of sleaze. And that dame! Our titular Carnival Mistress is so hot she makes my molars hurt. I seriously want to track down this cover artist and thank him profusely.
The only mystery is why the Carnival Mistress’s tattooed customer has chosen to stare at the small of her back. Perhaps he’s just trying to figure out where she’s hidden her right arm.
The Lust Students
Idle Hour, 1966
They were passion dupes for his shame games!
I need to find the liquor store that sells kegs with hot, bikini-clad brunette chicks attached to them. I will be invited to every party ever held for the rest of my life.
Call Me Bad
Sherry was one of those dolls you list on your expense report …
An explosive indictment of the call girl racket — and women like Sherry Jenkins, whose lover did not know her profession … !
The ’60s were a simpler time, when a man could demand reimbursement from his company for costs incurred from soliciting a prostitute.