Highly elegant naughtiness. Anais Nin's Delta of Venus is a stunning collection of sexual encounters from the queen of literary erotica. The book promises to be a breakthrough in the history of erotic art, which--for centuries--has belonged almost exclusively to male artists and a male audience. Erotic short stories that present the sexual experience from a woman's point of view, using a woman's language.
In this book, we have hand-picked the most sophisticated, unanticipated, absorbing if not at times crackpot! Skip to content. Creating her own 'language of the senses', she explores an area that was previously the domain of male writers and brings to it her own unique perceptions.
Butalthough women's attitude towards sex was quite distinct fromthat of men, we had not yet learned how to write about it. Here in the erotica I was writing to entertain, under pressure from a client who wanted me to "leave out the poetry. For this reason I long felt that I had compromised myfeminine self. I put the erotica aside. Rereading it these manyyears later, I see that my own voice was not completely suppressed. In numerous passages I was intuitively using a woman'slanguage, seeing sexual experience from a woman's point ofview.
I finally decided to release the erotica for publication because it shows the beginning efforts of a woman in a world thathad been the domain of men. Beneath allthis was a genius for intrigue, for slipping out of difficulties, formoving smoothly in and out of countries. He traveled in grandiose style, with fifteen trunks of thefinest clothes, with two great Danes.
His air of authority hadearned him the nickname the Baron. The Baron was seen in themost luxurious hotels, at watering places and horse races, onworld tours, excursions to Egypt, trips through the desert, intoAfrica.
Everywhere he became the center of attraction for women. Like the most versatile of actors, he passed from one role to another to please the taste of each of them.
He was the most elegant. Heknew each city as though he had lived there all his life. He kneweveryone in society. He was indispensable. When he needed money he married a rich woman, plundered her and left for another country. Most of the time thewomen did not rebel or complain to the police. The few weeks ormonths they had enjoyed him as a husband left a sensation thatwas stronger than the shock of losing their money. For a moment they had known what it was to live with strong wings, tofly above the heads of mediocrity.
He took them so high, whirled them so fast in his series ofenchantments, that his departure still had something of theflight. It seemed almost natural—no partner could follow hisgreat eagle sweeps. The free, uncapturable adventurer, jumping thus from onegolden branch to another, almost fell into a trap, a trap ofhuman love, when one night he met the Brazilian dancer Anitaat a Peruvian theatre.
Her elongated eyes did not close as otherwomen's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two lids meeting lazily and slowly; and they seemedslightly sewn together towards the nose, making them narrow,with a lascivious, oblique glance falling from them like theglance of a woman who does not want to see what is being doneto her body. All this gave her an air of being made love to,which aroused the Baron as soon as he met her. When he went backstage to see her, she was dressingamong a profusion of flowers; and for the delight of her admirers who sat around her, she was rouging her sex with herlipstick without permitting them to make a single gesture towards her.
When the Baron came in she merely lifted her head andsmiled at him. She had one foot on a little table, her elaborateBrazilian dress was lifted, and with her jeweled hands she tookup rouging her sex again, laughing at the excitement of the menaround her.
Her sex was like a giant hothouse flower, larger than anythe Baron had seen, and the hair around it abundant and curled,glossy black. It was these lips that she rouged as if they were amouth, very elaborately so that they became like blood-redcamellias, opened by force, showing the closed interior bud, apaler, fine-skinned core of the flower.
The Baron could not persuade her to have supper with him. Her appearance onstage was only the prelude to her work at thetheatre. Now followed the performance for which she wasfamed all through South America, when the boxes in the theatre,deep, dark and half-curtained, filled with society men from allover the world.
Women were not brought to this high-classburlesque. She had dressed herself all over again in the full-petticoatedcostume she wore onstage for her Brazilian songs, but she woreno shawl. Her dress was strapless, and her rich, abundantbreasts, compressed by the tight-waisted costume, bulged upwards, offering themselves almost in their entirety to the eye.
In this costume, while the rest of the show continued, shemade her round of the boxes. There, on request, she knelt beforea man, unbuttoned his pants, took his penis in her jeweledhands, and with a neatness of touch, an expertness, a subtletyfew women had ever developed, sucked at it until he was satisfied. Her two hands were as active as her mouth.
The titillation almost deprived each man of his senses. Theelasticity of her hands; the variety of rhythms; the change froma hand grip of the entire penis to the lightest touch of the tip ofit, from firm kneading of all the parts to the lightest teasing ofthe hair around it—all this by an exceptionally beautiful andvoluptuous woman while the attention of the public was turnedtowards the stage.
Seeing the penis go into her magnificentmouth between her flashing teeth, while her breasts heaved,gave men a pleasure for which they paid generously. Her presence on the stage prepared them for her appearance in the boxes. She provoked them with her mouth, her eyes,her breasts. And to have their satisfaction, along with music andlights and singing in a dark, half-curtained box above the audience, was an exceptionally piquant form of amusement.
The Baron almost fell in love with Anita and stayed withher for a longer time than with any woman. She fell in love withhim and bore him two children. But after a few years he was off again. The habit was toostrong; the habit of freedom and change. He traveled to Rome and took a suite at the Grand Hotel.
The suite happened to be next to that of the Spanish Ambassador, who was staying there with his wife and two small daughters. The Baron charmed them, too. The Ambassador's wifeadmired him. They became so friendly and he was so delightfulwith the children, who did not know how to amuse themselvesin this hotel, that soon it became a habit of the t.
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