The encyclopaedia of sexual love.
Or some other such pseudo reference book type title.

I remember it was a hefty tome, a tan coloured hardback with acres of dull text interlaced with the occasional fuzzy photo of 70s era hairy couples in non-graphic positions and a few biology type diagrams. I do recall a chapter on fantasy talking of how normal it was for women to cream themselves over the thought of being raped. (I never encountered that fetish again until the advent of the internet) it stuck in my mind because of the title picture, a staged 'rape' on moorland which seemed to be (this was mid 80s) a perfume advert crossed with a Peter Sutcliffe reconstruction.

I later found out that the book had been purchased to provide answers to the multitude of awkward questions from my elder brother which my (single) mother wished to avoid. It was therefore not intended for the innocent eyes and curious mind of 5 year old me.

It did however afford me the understanding required for the truly life-changing discovery of a VHS grot flick. "Inside Marylin" but that's another story.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 14:13, Reply)