tThis is a chronicle of Marco Vassi’s wildman experiences during the “revolutionary” nineteen sixties, the notorious age of sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll—and quasi-religious cults. A very intelligent and insightful fellow, Vassi (now dead) was apparently also bipolar (manic-depressive)—whether g...
This collection of fables and memoirs by America's foremost erotic writer does for our era what Boccaccio, Swift, and Balzac did for theirs.
I met Susan in the hallway upstairs and we entered together. I felt like a beau with his prom date. Our time in the room had roused romantic feelings in me which I knew were dangerous, but which I enjoyed too much to dispel. The dining room now held about twelve people, including the two girls, ...
JEALOUSY IS THE most obscene of all human feelings, for it attempts to make human beings into private property; it is an imperialism of the emotions. I lay in bed at night and think of all the women I have ever fucked. I picture their cunts in a giant mosiac on the wall in my mind, and hundreds u...
Margaret stared intently at her visitor. Joan shifted her weight, uncertain as to how to answer. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I’m perspiring, if that’s any indication.” “Where are you perspiring?” Margaret asked with a wry smile. Joan shifted her weight again. “Under my arms, along the insides o...
Or was Marco Vassi put on earth so that the Sixties could happen? To read his classic works of erotic fiction and his masterpiece of autobiographical fiction, THE STONED APOCALYPSE, is to realize that the man and the era were created out of the same fire and primordial elements. It is not, howeve...
Within a few minutes Donna came in and stood over me. She arched her back, forcing her great breasts out. Then she lay down next to me. 'I can't make love to you/ she said. '1 just thought it would be nice, you know, friendly, if you saw me without clothes once before the end of the summer.' She ...
Maureen disengaged and rolled off the bed. 'Why don't we talk about that after breakfast?' she said, and left for the back yard, to do her morning yoga, parting from Cynthia with a shower of kisses and caresses. Cynthia lay back and stretched, relishing the delicious tingling of her muscles as sh...
Gail’s arrival, interesting to deal with from the vantage point of silence and solitude in a warm bath, hit like a large rock in a shallow pool. The impact of what had happened the previous night, how it would be resolved now, caught her up breathless. When she’d felt the ...
But she had something else in mind. “A vibrator? Are you serious?” I said. She giggled nervously, but I knew that she meant it. Liz was easily embarrassed and almost virginal in style. But her lascivious streak never failed to surprise me. She could charm dinner guests while playing with my cock ...
He enjoyed sleeping, he enjoyed drinking wine and talking with his friends, and he enjoyed renting young Irish prostitutes and having them take their clothes off before him as he watched, his eyes sardonically drinking in their flesh, knowing that they found him repulsive, and then directing them...