The Devil's Sperm is Cold

“The most erotic organ is the mind.”

That was the principle that guided Marco Vassi, the foremost writer of erotica of his generation. In a series of novels unrivaled for searing arousal, Vassi created imagery that penetrated the imagination of men and women alike and turned on readers who believed no one could surpass Henry Miller. Unashamed, unabashed, and unrelenting, Vassi pushed erotica to new heights.

THE DEVIL'S SPERM IS COLD
The Vassi Collection, Volume 8

"Her mouth went dry. From one standpoint, the job wasn't much, but from another, it was like salvation. In her state of confusion and fatigue, the job seemed heaven-sent, and Lou like an angel. He watched her carefully. 'Frankly,' he went on, 'if you want to sell your talent and your time, you must be aware I'm interested in more than your literary skills.' He had paused for a long moment and then added, 'Perhaps we can continue this interview at my apartment later.' Her face flushed. Not only because of the openness of his request, but because she felt a strange tingle of excitement." Who is this man? Is he the face of the devil, or the taunt of temptation?

Marco Vassi was, without a doubt, the foremost erotic writer of our generation. Praised by Norman Malier, Kate Millett, Saul Bellow, and Gore Vidal, he was not only the penultimate sexual explorer, but a literary craftsman whose own life experiences became the stuff of his fiction—expanded, of course, by a grand imagination and a full sense of the absurd. Tragically, Vassi died from pneumonia after he had contracted AIDS.