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Anonymous · 1890
Laura Middleton (1860s, published anonymously) is a piece of Victorian clandestine erotica — a seduction narrative dressed as a game of power and consent — and Vela holds it as a genre specimen: evidence of what the period's underground produced when it wrote desire without the cover of respectability.
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What this book knows
Erotic pursuit becomes an elaborate game of power, consent, and pleasure as a young man methodically seduces his sister-figure and ultimately shares her with another lover.
erotic-as-power
I must not lose a moment in explanation; I at once got between her thighs… she was so struck with surprise she completely lost her presence of mind.
LMHB-RC-020Convinced that my only chance of success was to catch her in the critical moment, I made my arrangements to keep perfectly still till the proper time came.
LMHB-RC-019desire
She had all along been as anxious as I was for the crowning pleasure from the first moment she had viewed the potent charms of my pleasure-giver.
LMHB-RC-022I cannot tell you what bliss it would give me if you would only allow this little charmer to take his proper place… I am quite sure it would give you as much pleasure.
LMHB-RC-013intimacy
I shall try to contribute as much as I can to your happiness and I am sure you will not hesitate to do anything in your power to add to mine.
LMHB-RC-027A delicious emission from all three parties brought our union to its height, each contributing equally to the shared pleasure of the encounter.
LMHB-RC-050Illuminates
Editor’s framing
The book belongs to the large and mostly anonymous body of Victorian pornography that circulated beneath the era's public prudery, and its interest is documentary more than literary. The plot — a young man's methodical seduction, the eventual sharing of the woman between lovers — follows the conventions of the genre, and the woman's consent is the period's fantasy of consent rather than anything a modern reader should mistake for the real thing. Reading it well means reading it as a window onto what a culture's official silence about sex produced in its shadow.
What to attend to: the gap between the genre's fantasy and any actual account of mutual desire — the power runs one direction, and the prose works to disguise that. The conventions themselves, which tell you what the period's clandestine readers wanted. The anonymity, which is a fact about the conditions under which such writing could exist at all.
In Vela's reading Laura Middleton is a historical specimen, not a member of the literary lineage the canon prizes. It sits beside Cleland's Memoirs of Fanny Hill as evidence of the commercial erotica the period produced, and we hold it with the critical distance a genre artifact requires — useful for what it documents about a culture's appetites, not for what it sees about desire.
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When I had recovered a little from my transports, still retaining my place, I thought it was time to endeavour to appease her indignation which I feared might have been aroused at the trap I had evidently laid for her. But I soon found I had no occasion to be alarmed on this subject. She had no hesitation in admitting that, though she had so long resisted my entrance, it had only been from the fear of the consequences and she had all along been as anxious as I was for the crowning pleasure from the first moment when she had viewed the potent charms of my pleasure-giver, and she had been as much disappointed and annoyed at the unsatisfactory manner in which our intercourse had hitherto been conducted; and she even went on to say that whatever the consequences might be to her, she was rejoiced I had had the courage to make her break through the restraint she had imposed on herself. Accordingly, when I asked her whether her new acquaintance had not justified, by the result he had produced, all that I had predicted as the consequences of his being admitted into his present delicious quarter, she frankly confessed that though she at first had suffered dreadfully from the tearing open of her interior, the final close had much more than gratified all her expectation and had fully made up for all she had endured. And she added that she never would have forgiven me, if I had yielded to her entreaties and left the performance unfinished. "But now," said she, "that this little darling has done his duty so well, do get up and take a look about, in case anyone should stray in this direction. I don't want to part with you so soon, but it would never do for anyone to come in and catch us in this situation." "No, no, dearest," I replied, "you only half enjoyed yourself the last time, and I am afraid if I were to withdraw this little gentleman I might have to give you more pain in replacing him, and as I want you thoroughly to enter into all the blissful sensations of this occasion, you must let him remain where he is." "What," said she, "do you mean to say he can do it again? Oh! That would be delicious! But I am so frightened for anyone coming." "Well, dearest, just keep your arms round me, and I shall raise you up till we can take a look about us." And clasping her round the waist so as to keep us still firmly united by the pleasantest of all links, I raised her up to a position from which we could command a view all round us, and thus satisfy ourselves that all was safe.
When I had recovered a little from my transports, still retaining my place, I thought it was time to endeavour to appease her indignation which I feared might h…
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