David Cain - author, photgrapher, rapscallion

Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

I should have known something was up when she smiled at me. She rarely smiled and she never smiled at me. I thought it was strange. It made her even prettier. I couldn’t help but smile back.

We’d been working together for about a year, sometimes closely. I admired her professionally and I admired her personally but I kept myself in check. Staying cool is the only possible strategy for working with attractive women. She never saw me be anything but respectful.

I’m sure I betrayed my attraction to her in subtle ways. I did my best to be cool.

Some one told me early on that she was involved with someone. A friend, a boyfriend, a fiancé, a husband, a relationship. That gave me another reason to stay cool. No one needs that kind of trouble.

Someone told me that she had broken…

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Arising Needs

David Cain - author, photgrapher, rapscallion

Arising Needs
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

I had already settled on a lonely evening of television and internet when Kara messaged me. I had reached out to a few people, trying to formulate a more ambitious social plan for the evening. Everyone was busy, sick or inert, so I gave up on them, scavenged some snack food and started my search for sensory amusement.

“Can I come over,” she said.

I’d known Kara for a few years. We knew friends of friends and occasionally met up at bar-b-ques or parties or bowling. She was hooked up with someone and so was I, usually, so I never gave her a thought. We talked about some books once but that was probably as intimate as our conversation had ever been. I don’t even remember what books we discussed. She was just someone I knew.

So I never imagined she’d be interested…

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this superiority

And I say “his own,” not “someone else’s,” because it’s high time you stopped thinking of yourselves as creatures of a higher order who are here to edify and enlighten someone else, to lead and raise someone else into the sublime, or to improve someone else’s morals. Who has granted you this superiority? Where does it say that you now belong to a higher class? Who has promoted you to aristocracy? Who gave you a patent on Maturity?
Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke

unnerve the pianist

He pretends to be absorbed in his score, but he is actually staring only at Erika. Not a single one of her movements at the keyboard escapes his notice, not because he wants to learn from them, but because he’d like to unnerve the pianist— a typical male trick.
Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher

unmanly appetite

A man requires a woman and a wife:”
There was my folly; I believed the saw:
I knew that just myself concerned myself,
Yet needs must look for what I seemed to lack,
In a woman, — why, the woman’s in the man!
Fools we are, how we learn things when too late!
Overmuch life turns round my woman-side;
The male and female in me, mixed before,
Settle of a sudden: I’m my wife outright
In this unmanly appetite for truth
Robert Browning, The Ring and the Book 

instantly alleviated

Thus Pliny tells us that if you have wounded a man and are sorry for it, you have only to spit on the hand that gave the wound, and the pain of the sufferer will be instantly alleviated.
Sir James George Frazer, The Golden Bough