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PREFACE
CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4-5-6-7
CHAPTER-8-9
CHAPTER-10-11
CHAPTER-12-13-14-15
CHAPTER-16-17
CHAPTER-18-19
CHAPTER-20-21-22
CHAPTER-23-24-25
CHAPTER-26-27-28
CHAPTER-29-30
CHAPTER-31.1
CHAPTER-31.2
CHAPTER-31.3
CHAPTER-32
CHAPTER-33
CHAPTER-34-35-36-37-38
CHAPTER-39-40-41-42
CHAPTER-43-44-45
CHAPTER-46-47
CHAPTER-48
CHAPTER-49-50
CHAPTER-51
CHAPTER-52-53
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

[Front cover: Janet was more than a beautiful woman. She was white heat 

and surging womanhood all dolled up in a body like that of a French 

movie star. She was as wanton as a Polynesian dancer and as demanding as 

a nympho.] 

 

 

[Cover flap: Beth Danson was about twenty-five and, besides her deep 

auburn-brown hair and lovely face, she boasted an equally attractive 

body. He found himself captivated by the warm thrust of her breasts 

beneath the silk blouse. The clear milk of her flesh, at the "V" of her 

throat excited him in a strange way. When he thought of her as his wife, 

it was frightening. It was as though someone had tossed him a woman and 

expected him to just fall into the routine of marriage. It wouldn't be 

hard to come to love this woman, but it would take awhile. Hell, he 

didn't know her. She was a complete stranger who had suddenly told him 

they were married. There was nothing familiar about her; even the 

fingers that were softly working over his face were alien.] 

 

 

 

 

"_I think we're property..._" 

--_Charles Fort_ 

 

 

 

 

He was lying on a strangely made bed, the warm breezes of evening 

rolling in off the crashing sea and the woman stood in the ornate 

doorway that entered the bedroom. Her hair was as gold as the noon sun 

and her eyes, lifting slightly at the outer curves, were as blue as the 

sea. Her lips petaled back over the white strength of her teeth and her 

fingers did strange things to make the flimsy robe drop from the rounded 

softness of her shoulders. Then his fingers curled about the curve of 

her thigh. His fingers tightened and the crimson smile broadened; he 

pulled and felt her resist him with maidenly demureness, but in the end 

she came to him. He felt the yielding firmness of her body pressing down 

into his on the bed and his arms furled about the softness that she 

offered. The warm cones of her breasts worked on the hardness of his 

chest and his mouth fused against hers for a passionate kiss. 

 

 

 

 

SEX LIFE OF THE GODS 

 

by MICHAEL KNERR 

 

 

AN UPTOWN BOOK 

 

AN ORIGINAL NOVEL 

 

 

UPTOWN BOOKS 

are published at 

1213 North Highland Avenue 

Los Angeles 38, California 

 

Copyright 1962 by Uptown Publications 

 

All Rights Reserved 

 

 

 

 

All persons and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any 

resemblance to persons living or dead, or actual events is purely 

coincidental. 

 

 

 

 

FOREWORD 

 

 

He left the mother ship and headed for Terra; he smiled at the 

instrument panel and watched the operation of the big scout ship as it 

rocketed toward the light ribbon of atmosphere that enveloped the 

planet. It was a joke, in a way. In a manner of speaking, he was the 

first Terran to fly an alien space ship, but he wasn't thinking of that. 

He was thinking of the woman, Elizabeth Danson of Everett, Pennsylvania. 


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