[AMERICAN ART ENTERPRISES - PUBLISHERS' CONSULTANTS] XXE and deLUXXE

[darklor]

Interlude.

You're driving along Imaginarium Highway, the moonlight the only light. You stop in a vacant lot. And at precisely 3:00 AM, the lot shimmers with bright colors. A two-story Gothic building appears in the empty space, its top crowned by a purple neon sign that reads "Bar Tortuga." You get out of the car and approach the door. It opens by itself, and you step inside. Several people are already seated at the bar. Three waitresses are wandering around: a buxom redhead, a bimbo blonde, and a brunette with an athletic build. Everything would be fine, but they have horns and tails. The bar is filled with bookshelves and cabinets; books fill most of it. You approach the bar where the bartender is standing. He's in his 40s, with short, raven-black hair and a three-day stubble. But the most striking thing is his eyes: cat-green. He's wearing a black polo shirt and blue jeans. The badge says "Darklor." He looks at you and begins to speak.
"And newbie, welcome to Tortuga! This isn't just a bar, it's also a library. The books here are unique and will bring you great pleasure. I'm a humble bartender who also happens to be the librarian of this establishment. Make yourself comfortable, choose a book, order a coffee or a beer. If you need napkins, call Brunhilda, Sophie, or Morgana." The bartender winks at you.
"By the way, we've got a new batch of books, so enjoy them and have a good night."
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Late 70s to early 80s
XE-311 Lessons In Lust (Ward Michaels)
XE-502 Sisters Shame (Jill Adrian)
XE-506 Teenage Bride (John Ryan)
XE-512 Christine (Carl Stevens)
XE-516 Madeline (Shirley Miller)
XE-527 Caught In The Act (Harry Watson)
XE-531 The Wife Swappers (Harry Best)
XE-538 Frustrated At Home (Mark Jackson)
XE-548 The Wanton Housewife (John Ryan)
XE-587 Sisters New Love (Jill Adrian)
XE-612 A Stepmothers Joy (Michael Pelosi)
XE-614 Widow Karen (Gloria Jenkins)
XE-678 Cowgirls Ready Lips (Charles Evans)
XE-679 Lust For All (Mark Jackson)
XE-680 Nurse Paula (Dawn Robertson)
XE-684 Step Up To Pleasure (John Ryan)
XE-688 Young And Innocent (Tracy Campbell)
XE-689 Unspoiled And Loving (Harry Watson)
XE-727 Tears For Carol (Carol Bond)
XE-728 Fit To Be Tied (Anthony Storm)
XE-736 Driven To Depravity (Simon Jillson)
XE-739 Kinky Linda (Jeff Rader)
XE-753 Cynthias New Thrills (Gloria Jenkins)
XE-780 Searching For Satisfaction (Toni Scott)
XE-793 Desires Of Andrea (Charles Evans)
XE-795 Blackmailed Sister-In-Law (Naomi McElroy)
XE-820 Service On Command (Carl Stevens)
XE-827 The Ship Of Shame (Shirley Miller)
XE-830 Sensual Plaything (Naomi McElroy)
XE-854 The Molding Of Mindy (Naomi McElroy)
XE-863 Behind The Counter (Leon Anderson)
XE-864 Paulas Full Lips (Harry Best)
XE-870 Discovering Barbara (Tracy Campbell)
XE-878 Forbidden Desire (Bruce Flores)
XE-885 Massage Parlor (Sherrie Donato)
XE-890 Broken Dreams (Sally Robards)
XE-896 Adrians Lurid Past (H. K. Madden)
XE-903 Getting It Together (Jeff Linsey)
XE-914 Indulgent (Sally Roberts)
XE-919 The Helpless Victim (Marie Clytell)
XE-928 The Strangest Triangle (Grace Walters)
XE-935 Sultry Susan (Leona Anderson)
XE-946 The Ministers Wife (Leona Anderson)
XE-953 Ellie In Danger (Patty Nichols)
XE-957 Take It (Michael Ryan)
XE-961 Elly Me (Mark Conroy)
XE-965 Vicious Punished (Patty Nichols)
XE-975 Black White (Roger Bellson)
XE-976 Abnormal Love (Dennis Michaels)
XE-989 Sharons Diary (Lydia Morton)
XE-995 Sitting In The Dark (Charles Milford)
XE-1010 The Tempted Bride (Carl Van Marcus)
XE-1012 The Apartment Manager (R. Van Dorne)
XE-1022 The Other Woman (Peter James)
XE-1023 The Suppression Of Susan (Bert Ormsby)
XE-1027 Carries Captivity (Bert Rogers)
XE-1029 Shameful Diversions (Jane Horton)
XE-1047 College Girl (Sandy Wyman)
XE-1085 Compelled To Comply (Jeffrey Booker)
XE-1087 Hong Kong Jade (Edward Mitchell)
XE-1096 Honeymoon Of Horror (Carlotta Graham)
XE-1102 Door-To-Door Lust (Jean Sifton)
XE-1116 Angies Dilemma (Faye Jackson)
XE-1117 Rich Bored Degenerate (Grant Roberts)
XE-1150 The Willing Twosome (Don Galway)
XE-1151 Taming The Wild (Arthur French)
XE-1152 Mouth Tricks (Harry Best)
XE-1157 Curvaceous Young Hostage (Jeff Kane)
XE-1161 Erotic Erica (Charles Evans)
XE-1170 Abused For Sale (Rod Strong)

XXE-002 Dominant Husband (Terry Davis)
XXE-013 The Evil Tongue (Preston Harriman)
XXE-075 The Doctors Office (Peter Ryan)
XXE-087 Carnal Wives (Patrick North)
XXE-089 The Passion Pit (Mel Howard)
XXE-112 Teachers Cocky Students (Sterling Harkins)
XXE-156 Chinatown Orgy (Rita Roundrear)
XXE-197 Debbies Erotic Dreams (Debbie R.)
XXE-266 Playing With Laurie And Ann (Peter Ryan)

 

[yerato7311]

Interlude.

You're driving along Imaginarium Highway, the moonlight the only light. You stop in a vacant lot. And at precisely 3:00 AM, the lot shimmers with bright colors. A two-story Gothic building appears in the empty space, its top crowned by a purple neon sign that reads "Bar Tortuga." You get out of the car and approach the door. It opens by itself, and you step inside. Several people are already seated at the bar. Three waitresses are wandering around: a buxom redhead, a bimbo blonde, and a brunette with an athletic build. Everything would be fine, but they have horns and tails. The bar is filled with bookshelves and cabinets; books fill most of it. You approach the bar where the bartender is standing. He's in his 40s, with short, raven-black hair and a three-day stubble. But the most striking thing is his eyes: cat-green. He's wearing a black polo shirt and blue jeans. The badge says "Darklor." He looks at you and begins to speak.
"And newbie, welcome to Tortuga! This isn't just a bar, it's also a library. The books here are unique and will bring you great pleasure. I'm a humble bartender who also happens to be the librarian of this establishment. Make yourself comfortable, choose a book, order a coffee or a beer. If you need napkins, call Brunhilda, Sophie, or Morgana." The bartender winks at you.
"By the way, we've got a new batch of books, so enjoy them and have a good night."

The air in Bar Tortuga suddenly feels thicker, charged with a static that prickles against your skin like a lover's breath on your neck. The scent of old paper and leather bindings mixes with the dark roast of your coffee, but underneath it all, there's something else—a musk, raw and animalistic, radiating from the demons roaming the floor.

You turn the page of Agent 008: Our Man From Sadisto from Clyde Allison,the vintage pulp fiction describing a scene of such unapologetic depravity that your pulse jumps. It's a fantasy within a fantasy, the kind of smut that doesn't exist in the real world, yet here it is, bound in cracked leather. You take a sip of coffee, trying to steady your hands, but the heat in your groin is already undeniable.

Suddenly, the chair opposite you scrapes against the floor. You look up to see Sophie, the blonde waitress with the curved horns peeking through her golden hair and a tail that swishes lazily behind her. Her eyes, glowing with a faint, predatory luminescence, lock onto yours. She doesn't ask if you need a refill. She doesn't ask for your order.

"Those stories," she purrs, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seems to resonate in your chest, "are meant to be experienced, not just read."
Before you can respond, before you can even process the audacity of it, she moves. With a fluidity that defies human anatomy, she rounds the small table. Her hand, warm and firm, rests on your thigh, squeezing with a possessive grip that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your spine. You open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.

"I can see how much you're enjoying that," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me help you with the... tension."

Her fingers deftly undo your belt. The click of the buckle is deafening in the quiet corner of the library. She pulls your zipper down with a slow, deliberate tug, the sound tearing through the silence like a gunshot. You gasp as her hand slips inside your pants, her touch searing hot, her nails scraping lightly against your skin. She frees you, her eyes widening slightly as she takes you in, a wicked smile curling her lips.

"Oh, Yerato," she murmurs, her voice dripping with a mix of mockery and pure lust. "You are in my section now."

She drops to her knees, the movement graceful and terrifying. The sight of her, a demonic vision of perfection, bowing before you in the middle of this surreal library, is too much. She doesn't hesitate. She takes you into her mouth with a hunger that is almost violent, her tongue swirling around you with practiced, supernatural skill. The sensation is overwhelming—wet, hot, and utterly consuming. Her horns brush against your leg, a sharp reminder of exactly what she is, and the danger only heightens the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you.

Her tail wraps around your ankle, tightening with a possessive grip as she deepens the act, her head bobbing rhythmically. The world around you—the books, the other patrons, the very reality of the bar—fades into a blur. There is only the sensation of her mouth, the heat of her breath, and the realization that in Bar Tortuga, every fantasy, no matter how dark or forbidden, is not just allowed—it's encouraged.

As the pressure builds, threatening to overwhelm you, she pulls back slightly, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to you. Her green eyes gleam with triumph.

"Remember," she whispers, her voice rough with desire, "in this library, the story doesn't end until I say it does." And with that, she dives back in, determined to make you forget your own name ...

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Thank you for this great compilation!

 

[darklor]

"Remember," she whispers, her voice rough with desire, "in this library, the story doesn't end until I say it does." And with that, she dives back in, determined to make you forget your own name ...

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Thank you for this great compilation!