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“The most erotic organ is the mind.”
That was the principle that guided Marco Vassi, the foremost writer of erotica of his generation. In a series of novels unrivaled for searing arousal, Vassi created imagery that penetrated the imagination of men and women alike and turned on readers who believed no one could surpass Henry Miller. Unashamed, unabashed, and unrelenting, Vassi pushed erotica to new heights.
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The Vassi Collection, Volume 7
"The woman trembled slightly in the chill breeze, her long hair stirring about her shoulders. Her dancer's body was a sculptor's dream. She stared straight ahead of her, and what the men behind her could not see was that a soaring sweep of sparkling awareness had captured her eyes. It was a bizarre tabeau: the nuder and and superbly balanced woman at the edge of the precipice and the heavily clothed and armed men unable to get near her." And then came the cry. "Please, don't jump." For Martha Seligson, the totality of everything she had been taught, been made to feel and understand, had passed into the realm of illusion.
That was the principle that guided Marco Vassi, the foremost writer of erotica of his generation. In a series of novels unrivaled for searing arousal, Vassi created imagery that penetrated the imagination of men and women alike and turned on readers who believed no one could surpass Henry Miller. Unashamed, unabashed, and unrelenting, Vassi pushed erotica to new heights.
IN TOUCH
The Vassi Collection, Volume 7
"The woman trembled slightly in the chill breeze, her long hair stirring about her shoulders. Her dancer's body was a sculptor's dream. She stared straight ahead of her, and what the men behind her could not see was that a soaring sweep of sparkling awareness had captured her eyes. It was a bizarre tabeau: the nuder and and superbly balanced woman at the edge of the precipice and the heavily clothed and armed men unable to get near her." And then came the cry. "Please, don't jump." For Martha Seligson, the totality of everything she had been taught, been made to feel and understand, had passed into the realm of illusion.
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