I only heard about it recently myself. How about Atlanta Nights? (another deliberately bad book).

Heh, love that!

"Yes, Dr. Nance," said the sexy voice.

A door closed, and Bruce heard breathing, and smelled the enticing smell of shampoo, and perfume. It was Chanel Number 5.

He opened his eyes.

All he saw was the roundest, firmest pair of tittles he’d ever seen in his life, all enclosed in a crisp white nurse’s uniform.

I’m in heaven, he said. No, he tried to say, but his voice wouldn’t work, his mouth was dry, and there was some terrible tube thing in his nose—and hey, what’s that thing in his dick? It hurts!

The tits bounced like Aunt Alice’s molded jello back at home, and then moved away. Oh. She was just straightening the covers on the bed.

Bed.

I'd never heard of this before either. That's hilarious.

Something something Dan Brown.

Did the publisher know it was a hoax? It's no secret that the public at large is fond of lurid, smutty stuff, even when poorly written.

This is a real age-test, whether one has heard of it or not.

I happened during a time in the 70's in which Deep Throat (the movie) was seen by everyone, and openly discussed, and society as a whole as a looser (albeit not that liberated) take on sex in general.

Then came the Reagan years. . .

I think it's forgotten as much because of the decline of the smut market as anything else.