Satan was a Lesbian is the infamous pulp novel that launched a thousand t-shirts, and coffee mugs and posters and notecards and on and on and on. Many people have seen this cover, but few have read the book or even realized that it was a real book that was published in a simpler, more ignorant time. "Your tummy's a veritable oasis for a thirsty hunter." Her head dipped again, lips moving lower. They stopped their wandering completely and settled down for an extended stay. They had apparently found an abundant supply of what they were after. They opened wider, pressed tighter. The tongue flicked faster and harder. And Mary Ann completely forgot the rules of the game. She twisted, lunged, arched, clawed. She squealed, screamed, moaned, squealed again. Her body became an unward arched bow, supported only at head and heel, helped by the tight grip of Charlene's hands on the tensed, quivering buttocks. "Charley! Stop, please! Oh God, darling, please stop!" Following our anti-hero Charlene, Satan was a Lesbian paints of a picture of a woman who no man could resist, until they looked into her cold, black eyes. Only one person, Cynthia -- who became completely 'turned on' when she was thoroughly frightened--inspired something even remotely close to love in Charlene which of course led to a deadly end. Now you can own the book and complete your collection of sleaze era product. For the curious, the completists and those not easily triggered.