 I really shouldn't be letting you fondle them this way. Any spike in your blood pressure could be fatal. 
Above: classic sleaze from Kimberly Marchand, her 1966 medical romp Sex in White. The rear cover is unusually descriptive, a perfect entry for our burgeoning teaser text-as poetry collection:
His hands moved so gently and then as he pressed to her a searing and deep ecstasy took over. From the depths to the stars, again and again her body came alive and reached for him clung and caressed him. Paul felt the depth of her thrill and she trembled and shook as if ill. He'd never experienced such complete abandon in a woman such complete giving without rudeness or excuse. The result was music— a symphony...
Love it. It even rhymes a little. Do you need to read the book now? Neither do we. The cover is by the great Bill Edwards, king of absurd erotic paperback art. You can find proof here, here, here, here, and here.
 Aw, look. She's all puckered up and ready for a kiss.  
Sure, we went there. Why not? We built our own wesbite so we can write any damn thing we want. Above you see another Europa Books foldout cover, Fritz Jantzen's 1963 sleazer Berlin Bed, which we found on Flickr, then brightened up a bit. The author obviously used a pseudonym, possibly for Charles Nuetzel, who is known to have used the name Jantzen. The art here is by Bill Edwards, identifiable anyway from the style, but doubly so thanks to the band-aid. If you want to see more Europa foldout covers, and learn a little about the company just click its keywords below and scroll.
 So by the time the documentary ended I was thinking, You know what? Maybe female mantises have it right. 
Above: a cover for So Wild the Flesh by Mel Corbin, published in 1969 by Saber Books. The art is by Bill Edwards, and everything of his is worth sharing. If you're curious about the content of this one there's a short write-up on it at Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks.
 Customer satisfaction 100% guaranteed. 
So let it be written, so let it be read. We said we'd get to Whore from Maupin Street and here we are. Of course, that was three years ago, but you know by now that these things take time. Allan Horn, aka Allan Horne, conjured up this intriguingly titled sleaze outing for Vega Books sometime in the mid-1960s. We read it in electronic form and there was no copyright, but Horn's other efforts are from 1966/1967, so this is probably no different.
The book is about an ambitious woman named Barbara Sanders who's determined to marry rich and is engaged to a suitable prospective meal ticket. But she's from the wrong side of the tracks and there's a man from over yonder who's sampled her wares repeatedly and won't let her get on with the business of digging for gold. Predictably, this villain from the past blackmails Barbara into continuing to appease him, then eventually others. She needs to somehow brew a plan to get this guy off her back—and front—before he ruins her engagement.
As always with these sorts of tales, the plot is less important than the eroticism, and Horn delivers explicit action, which is all you can ask for. Well, you can also ask for it to be well written. But you can ask for a Moroccan riad with a roof pool too. Ain't gonna happen. For its type, though, Whore from Maupin Street is enjoyable. The cover art is by Bill Edwards, and we shared it before as part of a collection of his work we put together a while back. Look here.
 I love you too, Billy, but you can't keep failing twelfth grade just to be with me. 
The Country School—A Teacher's Delight is—obviously—a sleaze novel. It was published in 1970 and has pretty nice Bill Edwards cover art. The book is fairly raunchy, and offers the added twist that author Sharon Gordon is also the star of the tale. We really doubt it was actually written by a woman, though. We feel like a woman would be a lot more subtle:
“Now it's your turn to come. I'm going to let you fuck me!” I was delighted with my foul language directed at this tender youth. “Yes, you must fuck me. Fuck me long, fuck me hard, fuck me for all you're worth, and I hope it lasts all night. Honey, I want you to push that long, hard cock of yours as far up my pussy as it'll go. Now, stand up, I want you inside of me, all of you.”
And so forth. Do you want us to explain the plot? Do you think the plot even matters? Well, there's some same sex action, a threesome, a night when Sharon—that bad little schoolteacher—even services five guys. By the end she's decided to settle down with a guy named Ted, but on the bus to his town screws a sailor and realizes, “A leopard can't change its spots overnight.”
Sleaze books—and we can't believe we're going to say this—are better when they're less explicit. Yes, it's true. Because explicitness is usually a substitute for writing skill. When decent authors tackle sexual subject matter it can be really fun reading. The Country School—A Teacher's Delight is interesting, but it definitely isn't delightful.
 Um... let me call you back. All of a sudden there's a really hairy situation I need to handle. 
Bill Edwards, the king of comical facial expressions, strikes again on this cover for Love's Final Act, written by Mark Daniels, 1964, for Saber Books. Daniels wrote a few other sleazers, including Wake Up with a Stranger and Lust of a Wanton. The latter cover is in our wanton soup collection, which you can see here.
 Her situation is already bad, but as it unfolds it gets even worse.  
A woman in a dire situation stars on this cover for Jack Leech's 1963 sleaze novel Satan's Daughters (interestingly, while Leech is credited as author on the outside, John Trimble gets credit inside, so take your pick). The artist here is Bill Edwards, and this is another foldout effort he painted for Europa Books. We love these things, but we wish there were more. As we mentioned previously, there are probably only five.
 It's not me. And it's certainly not you. So then who is this alleged virgin everyone is so jazzed about? 
Above, random sleaze from Tropic Books and Allan Horn, A Virgin in Their Midst, published in 1966 with cover art from Bill Edwards. We've seen a lot of Horn over the years, from A Taste of H to The Teaser. We haven't yet managed to buy one of his books, but don't be surprised if we get Horny eventually. If we do we'll report back.
 30 minutes or less? Great— Uh, actually cancel that. I'll pick it up. I just realized I have to head that direction anyway. 
Above, the cover of Sin Mill, by Robert M. Duffy, for Vega Books, copyright 1967. The art, which is by Bill Edwards, suggests far more than what happens in the story. While the main character Lucy does go into the Three Nickels brothel to use the phone—wearing a full winter outfit, not a coat over a nightie—and is mistaken by a naked customer for a prostitute before sprinting from the place, Sin Mill isn't really the sleaze novel it appears to be. Duffy wrote this with serious intent, a mostly uninspired examination of a poor country girl's attempt to get through college and into a better life. If there's one thing we hate it's false billing. When you sign up for a sleaze novel you should get a sleaze novel.
 I'm glad you boys are so eager. To start off, I'm going to watch you do it with each other for an hour or so. 
Above, a cover for The Wide Bed by Brenda Porter, a sleaze novel about a girl who loves her father as both as a provider and as someone central to her nascent sexual desires, and who, when daddy dies, finds she needs two men to take his place. We just... what can you say about these sleaze authors, other than that any idea would suffice? This one caught our eye thanks to the Bill Edwards art, identifiable both by style and by the beauty mark on his female figure. 1965, from Saber Tropic. See more Bill here.
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The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
2003—Hope Dies
Film legend Bob Hope dies of pneumonia two months after celebrating his 100th birthday. 1945—Churchill Given the Sack
In spite of admiring Winston Churchill as a great wartime leader, Britons elect
Clement Attlee the nation's new prime minister in a sweeping victory for the Labour Party over the Conservatives. 1952—Evita Peron Dies
Eva Duarte de Peron, aka Evita, wife of the president of the Argentine Republic, dies from cancer at age 33. Evita had brought the working classes into a position of political power never witnessed before, but was hated by the nation's powerful military class. She is lain to rest in Milan, Italy in a secret grave under a nun's name, but is eventually returned to Argentina for reburial beside her husband in 1974. 1943—Mussolini Calls It Quits
Italian dictator Benito Mussolini steps down as head of the armed forces and the government. It soon becomes clear that Il Duce did not relinquish power voluntarily, but was forced to resign after former Fascist colleagues turned against him. He is later installed by Germany as leader of the Italian Social Republic in the north of the country, but is killed by partisans in 1945.
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