Fiction

Incredible reprint from Inner Light of Rampa's best! STRANGE shadows rippled before my uncaring gaze, undulating across my vision like colorful phantoms from some remote, pleasant world. The sun-dappled water lay tranquil inches from my face.

For years I had been preoccupied with thoughts of love--and by love I mean a noble and sensuous passion, absorbing the energies of the soul, fulfilling destiny, and reducing all that has gone before it to the level of a mere prelude. And that afternoon in autumn, the eve of my twenty-first birthday, I was more deeply than ever immersed in amorous dreams.

The romance of the era of pirates continues to draw our curiousity. Yet, this history, like the wild, wild, west of Texas lasted but a short time. Read from the early stories about pirates that captured our imagination. Great for children! Originally published in 1888.

Victorian Vintage Erotic Tales. There were three of us Mary, Eliza, and myself. I was approaching fifteen, Mary was about a year younger, and Eliza between twelve and thirteen years of age. Mamma treated us all as children, and was blind to the fact that I was no longer what I had been. Although not tall for my age, nor outwardly presenting a manly appearance, my passions were awakening, and the distinctive feature of my sex, although in repose it looked magnificent enough, was very sufficiently developed when under the influence of feminine excitement.

Nothing evokes more awe, respect, pain, and suffering in real Texans than the memory of the Alamo. It is as though the sacrifice of those brave men and women has been etched into a Texan's heart, mind, and soul. It is written into the mitochondrial akashic memory of Texans. Real Texans approach the Alamo in sacred respect -- reverently, and consume any material or literature that edifies this monument where the brave stood up against religious oppression and political tyranny.

Vintage Erotic fiction from the late 1800s. A long-censored erotic classic. What turned the Victorians on? And how did a rich British Lord with money and time to burn while away the days between chairing meetings of the local society for the suppression of Vice? Here is what life was like when the rich were wealthy and the poor had to turn to prostitution just to earn a crust of bread. From ball rooms to bordellos, look beneath the glittering facade of Victorian hypocrisy. And enjoy some of the randiest adventures ever penned.

The editor came across the unpublished texts included in this volume as early as 1905. Perhaps he ought to apologize for delaying their appearance in print. The fact is he has long been afraid of overrating their intrinsic value. But as the great Shelley centenary year has come, perhaps this little monument of his wife's collaboration may take its modest place among the tributes which will be paid to his memory.