Okay, so, I’ve already deviated from the original plan. AC/DC Lover is the first if I were to truly go in alphabetical order – but I think it’s appropriate to start with the first book he published (it still starts with an “A”).
The Affairs of Gloria published in 1964 by Brandon House, using the pseudonym, Victor Jay. The cover art by Fred Flixer, the primary illustrator for Brandon House’s line of lesbian paperbacks in the early 1960s, is beautiful. This is Victor’s first published book, though he had published a few poems in ONE Magazine. He was 24 or 25 years old when he wrote this.
This is the story of a “free-loving, free-wheeling nympho”. Shortly after it was published, Victor was busted by the Postmaster General and indited on Federal charges of “Conspiracy to Distribute Obscene Material”. He was later acquitted.
Fortunately, the publishers had the money to hire good, expensive lawyers (notably Stanley Fleishman) to fight these obscenity charges and did a lot to fight censorship and needless government interference. You can read more about the 1966 United States Vs. Luros case, here.
I have not read about Gloria’s affairs because I do not have a digital copy and the book is almost impossible to find. I recently found a copy and it is in pristine condition and I’m afraid to break the spine. I found another copy for sale on ebay that is a little more beaten up and I would totally read that book…but it costs $105 and I’m not in a position to spend that kind of money. Maybe someday…but for now, here in an excerpt from Gloria that was printed in Come this Way, published in 2007 by Regal Crest Enterprises LLC, is a compilation of several short stories and excerpts from several of Victor’s books. You can find Come this Way on Kindle.
I’ve been told The Affairs of Gloria isn’t a graphic story, he left that up to the readers imagination. As Victor said, “Gloria did not have tits. She had melons. So far as any other anatomical questions were concerned, for all the details I provided she could have had a feather duster down below; the only thing I made clear was that it tickled many people.” (Spine Intact, Some Creases, 40). But after reading this excerpt from Come This Way, I will say, it’s a little racy! You be the judge…
The Countess Arrives
The Countess arrived shortly before two, letting herself into the apartment as Gloria had instructed her to do.
Despite her concern for her appearance, the Countess did not suffer so much as she thought from the light of day. True, a close inspection revealed a few lines that were apparent around the chin and under the eyes, lines that could not have been noticed by candlelight, but despite them, she was still a strikingly handsome woman. Her face still had the same dark, sultry beauty, and her body, clothed now in a simple dark suit, was as trim and lithe looking as ever.
When the Countess saw Gloria dressed in the all-but-transparent gown and nothing else, her eyes sparkled with delight. The lovely body, so enticingly revealed through the sheer pink fabric, lived up to all the promises it made in her more usual clothing.
“Can I get you a drink?” Gloria asked as the Countess entered the room. She had noticed, with pride, the older woman’s reaction to her appearances.
“I don’t think I’m going to need it,” the Countess replied, dropping her stole on a chair and starting across the room to where Gloria stood waiting.
Now that the actual moment was at hand, Gloria suffered a momentary pang of stage fright. She had always been a passive partner in such situations in the past. Her experiences at the girls’ school had been fleeting, unplanned incidents. In fact, she suddenly realized, she didn’t know how to go about getting things started.
As it was, she needn’t have worried over that problem. The Countess took things into her hands, so to speak.
Gloria found herself suddenly locked in the Countess’ arms in a fervent embrace. The older woman’s fiery tongue parted her lips, exploring hotly, and Gloria responded eagerly in kind. She may not have known how to lead in such matters, but she was more than willing to follow. The kiss was long and unbelievably torrid. When at last they separated, Gloria was in a veritable delirium of passion.
“The bedroom’s in there,” she told the Countess, nodding her head in its direction.
“I can’t wait that long!” the Countess whispered hoarsely, and her actions confirmed her words.
Her hands caught at the fabric of Gloria’s negligee, peeling it off the smooth, white shoulders. It fell to the floor at their feet, and Gloria stood before her in all her naked glory.
Her breath coming in rapid gasps, the Countess fondled the huge, melon-shaped breasts that offered themselves to her, rolling the cherry red nipples between her fingers until they swelled and stood stiffly at attention, begging for more. They got it. Bending forward, the Countess seized one of them in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue until Gloria, too, was panting with anticipation of what was to follow.
With her firm hands, the Countess guided Gloria backward, lowering her to the waiting sofa. She stood briefly, shedding her own clothes with lightning rapidly. In a twinkling her suit had joined Gloria’s negligee in a rumpled pile on the floor. She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to reveal a pair of breasts that, if they were smaller than Gloria’s, were nonetheless instruments of beauty. Firm and well rounded, they were without the sag one might have expected from a woman of her age.
Without pause, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, rolling them down over her long lean legs. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Her naked body was every bit as firm and youthful looking as it had appeared to be.
Once again she lowered herself over the waiting beauty on the sofa. Her lips found Gloria’s for another kiss, as long and torrid as the first had been. When she pulled away, her mouth traveled downward. Her tongue tasted the trembling breasts again, tasting each of them in turn, before moving hungrily on. It delayed for a moment at the navel, then traveled still lower.
“I can’t stand it any longer!” Gloria moaned, wriggling helplessly. The exploring mouth had fanned the flames of her desire to a roaring peak. “Take me, please!”
Her whole body shook as the Countess complied gladly with her wishes. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her as the artful tongue practiced its magic. With a cry of delight, Gloria gave herself up to an ecstasy of passion, culminating in a slow, deep climax that made up in duration what it lacked in intensity.
