Avril Haines and I have one thing in common – “Erotica Nights.” This event was held in her Book Cafe and mine is at The Bohemian Absinthe Lounge. She has now been appointed Deputy Director of the CIA, not certain if I have a future in government? Actually, it never appealed to me, think I shall continue the well attended Erotic Literary Salon.
Excerpts from the NYPost article on Avril Haines’ Appointment:
President Obama’s choice for the number two position at the CIA will be the highest ranking woman to ever serve in the CIA — and she used to own a bookstore that featured regular erotica readings.
White House lawyer Avril Haines is slated to take the reigns as the Deputy Director of the CIA the White House confirmed yesterday, but before she rose through the ranks to become one of America’s top spies Haines opened and co-owned Adrian’s Book Cafe in Baltimore that featured a regular “Erotica Nights.”
A then-24-year-old Haines opened the bookstore in 1994 when she dropped out of a graduate program in physics at Johns Hopkins University. With her 29-year-old pilot boyfriend, Haines renovated a boarded-up old strip club in Baltimore’s waterfront neighborhood of Fells Point and turned it into the regular meeting place for a small community of erotica aficionados.
During the monthly gatherings, dinner would be served before guests either presented their own erotic work or performed readings from genre luminaries like Milan Kunderea, Isabel Anllende, and the godmother of vampire-fiction Anne Rice, reports The Daily Beast.
“Erotica has become more prevalent because people are trying to have sex without having sex,” Haines told the Baltimore Sun in 1995. “Others are trying to find new fantasies to make their monogamous relationships more satisfying. … What the erotic offers is spontaneity, twists and turns. And it affects everyone.”
To set the mood, Haines setup one erotica night reading by placing red candles throughout her bookstore before she got pulses racing with a reading from Rice’s “The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty,” which was written under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure.
“In the topmost bed chamber of the house (the prince) found her. He had stepped over sleeping chambermaids and valets, and, breathing the dust and damp of the place, he finally stood in the door of her sanctuary,” Haines read. “And approaching her, he gave a soft gasp as he touched her cheek, and her teeth through her parted lips, and then her tender rounded eyelids.”
In another passage from the same book Rice wrote, “He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her.”
“He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply.”
“He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and feeling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out.”
“And then her blue eyes opened.”