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A little cleavage goes a long way…

I went to a memorabilia show last weekend, and one of the dealers had a copy of this 1962 Popular Library paperback movie tie-in edition of The Phantom of the Opera. That cover offers a nice pulp fiction come-on, even if it is a photograph instead of a painting.

I came upon this at age 11, as my interests were shifting from monster movies to monster mammaries.

It was too expensive to buy and scan for myself (the dealer wanted $18, and even if I negotiated down to probably $12, it would have been too much), but I found an image of it at the site of the horror film magazine Rue Morgue here.

I had a copy of this edition back in 1962 when I was eleven. It was inadvertently lost when my mother sold the family house many years later. I never finished reading the book, but this cover was of endless fascination to me in my early teens. The bold way the otherwise demure Heather Sears looks at the camera–the bold way her decolletage exposes two inches of cleavage and the top of the spherical terrain of her momentous tatas–kept me coming back to admire in hallowed secrecy this treasured volume.

It was just two inches, but a little cleavage went a long way in those days. Come to think of it–it still does. I have a bit of a fetish for cleavage, and I actually find it more sexy than bare breasts (not that I don’t like bare breasts a whole lot too).

I didn’t see the movie until years later. It was a minor version of the story, but both Heather and Herbert Lom were good in their roles. As was Decolletage in the role of Decolletage! 😉

Hmm, this is all making me rather silly…I better stop while I’m still ahead.

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Posted by on April 26, 2012 in Erotica, Pulp fiction art


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Never underestimate the power of a beautiful face…

Right now on Turner Classic Movies they are showing Tom Jones, the 1963 movie that made Albert Finney a star in the role of the 18th century lover boy. I saw this movie in the theater when I was 12 years old and it made an indelible impression on my budding erotic consciousness…mostly in the form of Susannah York.

Susannah York as Sophie in Tom Jones (1963)

For years afterward the 18th century represented, in my mind, an era when sex was bawdy and joyous. And not just for me–this was a very common fantasy in the 1960s with other people as well, as a result of this extremely successful movie. And seeing it at such an impressionable age helped steer me in the direction of my eventual trade as a writer of erotica.

Never underestimate the power of a beautiful face such as Miss York’s in this film. The desire to see such a face direct its affection in my direction was one of the things that spurred me ten years later to begin to write and publish about a thousand stories in which I imagined just such a thing happening. Because central in my stories are always the pretty ladies who look deep into the eyes of the hero and spur him onto all sorts of curious activities.

Also, come to think of it, the thousands of photo layouts I edited for adult magazines over the years are based in the same trope of a beautiful girl looking into the eyes of the horny swain…

Around the time I saw Tom Jones I also developed a long-standing adolescent crush on a girl in my class who had similar looks to Miss York, and I also lived for a time in Manhattan with a girl whose face resembled hers.

I’m sure Susannah’s decolletage also had its effects on the young lad I once was…and the scribe I am today!

(I found these Tom Jones shots at a site called

Tom Jones offered many visual delights such as this.

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Posted by on July 2, 2011 in Erotica


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