OPERA, LOONEY TUNES, AND DOTTIE FOR YOU: THE PAST AND FUTURE OF MODERN EROTICA

DOTTIE FOR YOU’s season finale is out today! Get all eight episodes of the libertine horrotica.

Since quarantine started I have easily watched 150 hours of opera, maybe 200. That’s basically all I do these days—get up at 4 in the morning, shower, eat, play with the cat, write until it’s Opera o’ clock, then eat again and go to bed. In the course of this exercise—which, thanks to the Met’s kind extension of its nightly free opera stream, could feasibly continue until I’ve exhausted their library of recordings—I’ve felt my brain change in a number of ways. The way I approach my own stories and experience the stories of others is certainly altered.

More than that, though, I can’t help but notice a distinct memetic lineage. This is the evolutionary chain I mean: opera > serialized pulp fiction > Looney Tunes and other short cartoons > modern Kindle pulp fiction. There may be more nuance than that and more steps in the chain, but the more I think about this particular artistic evolution, the more I can’t help but deny that it feels right.

If you don’t have much experience with opera, I’d recommend checking out the Met app on whatever device you can. The free trial mode allows you to access their nightly free opera and it’s a great way to have a piece of art you might not otherwise experience randomly forced upon you. One thing you quickly learn, aside from the fact that the librettos are handily represented in the form of subtitles (true even at the actual Met, where they appear along little digitized windows on the backs of all the chairs), is that opera plots are by and large terrible. Oh, man. They are awful. Looking objectively at the writing of opera can reveal the sometimes painful truth that just because something is in Italian or French doesn’t make it smart.

That’s not to say all opera plots are terrible. If I let myself get into Richard Wagner I’d be here all day with a pinboard covered in hysterical strings and headed by the mathematical formula “RING CYCLE + PARSIFAL = TANNHAUSER.” Even lighter comedic operas can be wonderful experiences. The Elixir of Love by Donizetti is a very alchemical work of art that teaches us how increasing our social value with others will permit us to win the hearts of those we really want. Don Pasquale teaches us, uh—old men shouldn’t want to fall in love? Well…like I said, they can’t all be winners.

The long and short of it, however, is that by far and away the prevailing trope of opera is the love triangle—in Verdi’s many operas the theme is almost constant, but it appears in just about every opera you could name in one way or another. From a mechanical standpoint, this is probably largely because you can’t have, say, a Mission Impossible-style conflict and sing at the same time. Conflict therefore has to emerge in manageable ways, and what better and more relatable conflict is there than that of love?

As a result of the focus on music above plot and reaction above action, we frequently see that the scenes in opera depict characters singing about their feelings: feelings for others; feelings about life or death or love; feelings about what’s going to happen, or what just happened between acts or off-stage or even long before the opera started. Character interaction occurs in fits and spurts, defying the age-old piece of writing wisdom that if your character is alone you need to get them with other people or a plot event ASAP. Romance is often a trite vehicle rather than a noble cause, a means to get people to betray each other with often homicidal or suicidal results.

And the characters themselves, in the tradition of commedia dell’arte, subscribe to a fairly predictable set of stock roles. Watching limitless operas back to back, day in and day out, I sometimes feel as though I’m watching the same characters re-emerge across different pieces, especially when they’re played by the same singer. In private, I wryly refer to the primary opera archetypes as “The Simp,” “The Cuck,” and “The Incel,” with one character sometimes playing two or three roles throughout a story. And don’t worry, ladies…female characters can fit these roles just as well as male characters can.

Cuckolding has a long, pre-Shakespeare tradition of being used for an easy gag and reliable plot device. Johns Ford and Webster were just about obsessed with it, and not long after their careers, these same issues of lust and romance were incorporated into opera. In Mozart’s (let’s just use a word I hate) “problematic” opera Cosi fan tutte, the main male characters even adopt disguises and essentially cuckold themselves in an attempt to win a bet with a friend that women are inherently unfaithful. Spoiler alert: they lose the bet and it turns out all women are unfaithful sluts. Thanks, Mozart. That’s just lovely.

But when you put aside the sometimes questionable history of opera tropes and the bad habits of certain composers who seemed to rely a little too heavily on the exoticism they found in other races (Puccini, I’m looking at you), you notice something very interesting. Something familiar. Easily recognizable stock characters, stories presented in almost episodic format, frequent elements of disguise, general trickery, romance of sometimes dubious consent, slapstick comedy…boy!

See why I can’t help but notice an almost straight-line correlation to Looney Tunes? It’s no wonder the Bugs Bunny episodes “What’s Opera, Doc?” and “The Rabbit of Seville” are surely two of the most well-remembered and influential cartoons in all of human history. The more I watch opera, in fact, the more I can’t help but see it as nothing but a kind of live action cartoon set to music.

I’ve gotten into arguments with people about this, but the truth is that opera was really forced to change after Richard Wagner. I would even go so far as to say it ended then, and that Strauss and Puccini were, despite their obvious talents and incredible bodies of work, stragglers emulating forebears rather than pushing their genre forward. By the time Wagner died, Verdi was retired and would only come out for a few more hits–most of which were adaptations of Shakespeare. And, while I acknowledge Puccini was a wonderful composer, his operas lack the grabbing power I feel from Donizetti or Mozart. Of “canonical” opera composers, Strauss was the latest—and it’s worth noting as a point of interest that he produced 6 of his 17 works after the premiere of Looney Tunes in 1930. There’s always going to be some overlap in the evolution of an artform or a genre, and I can’t help but feel it’s far from a coincidence that Strauss seemed to be winding down during the same decade that Tex Avery and Bob Clampett were barely winding up.

If you need more proof, look at the origin of Warner’s “Merrie Melodies” and cartoons as a whole. Merrie Melodies stole—I mean, uh, had their name inspired by—the Disney project, “Silly Symphonies.” Both projects were designed to showcase musical compositions owned by their respective companies. Most early cartoons were set to music or simply musicals—all of this is to say that early cartoons were, essentially, opera. They were used for the same purpose: as visual vehicles to get audience members in seats to listen to a composer’s music.

That’s why the plots of operas tend to be so weak; in most cases, composers and librettists were different people who sometimes didn’t even meet. In the case of operas like Strauss’s Rasulka there were gaps of many years between the writing of the music and the writing of the text. The libretto was a means to an end. Gilbert & Sullivan could hardly stand each other, if you believe the hype—and lest we forget, their comically absurd (some might say almost cartoonish) operas are an undeniable influence on even modern cartoons and signal clearly a shift of storytelling. What Simpsons fan can forget the hilarity of Sideshow Bob singing the entire score of H.M.S. Pinafore in a very Bugs Bunny-esque trick of Bart’s?

Yes, of course, people are still creating opera…but it’s just not the same. It’s all very conceptual now. Shostakovich’s The Nose is hilarious, but almost unlistenable. Glass’s Akhnaten felt like the same motif played over and over again until I had to get up and bake a batch of cookies or else fall asleep in my chair. I wish I could like John Adams, but I really just can’t get there. Frankly, the more modern opera I watch, the more I strongly admire Repo! The Genetic Opera’s willingness to dig into the tropes and character archetypes that once populated these glamorous stages while still making music you can enjoy listening to.

Modern opera is just off. The spirit is gone. It’s moved elsewhere. Composers now compose for films instead of the Church, and so when they compose for opera the tone is now different—the stories, too. Opera is just not the widespread medium for storytelling anymore…and as a result of over-production and executive meddling, neither is film or television. Soap operas seem like the natural descendant, and from a plot perspective they are, but their stories lack the transcendent power of their predecessors. After all, how can you tell a fulfilling story when you’re really just writing to fill the air time between soap commercials?

Disney has dropped all emphasis on creating really heartfelt stories in a gambit to instead fulfill plot beats in films designed to serve as advertisements for rides at Disneyland and Disneyworld. You think they spend all that money on their movies just to sell you merch? Piddly action figures and t-shirts and DVDs? Oh no, baby…that cash is nice, but it’s all about getting your kids to beg you for an in-person visit with Mickey Mouse and his new best friend, Darth Vader. No wonder they’re pissed about COVID—think of all the money they poured into the two-hour-plus trailer for whatever new Mulan ride they were ready to unveil. Or maybe did unveil. I don’t feel like Googling.

So that’s not where the spirit of commedia dell’arte and opera has gone. And it’s not in Looney Tunes anymore, either, because Warner is certainly subject to the same problem Disney-Marvel-Fox has. Where, then, is opera lurking?

In my erotica, my friend. In my erotica and your erotica and even, yes, the erotica of money-making genius E.L. James. We may not like it, but it’s successful for a reason.

Let’s revisit some of the qualities of opera. Opera’s emphasis is on reaction, rather than action. It frequently starts en media res or at least as close to the action as it possibly can. It deals with love triangles, romantic trickery, heartbreak and fulfillment. Cuckolding is a prominent trope, but I didn’t even mention the frequently employed character of the prostitute or the very standard use of the Madonna/Whore dynamic. And, perhaps most relevantly, most—if not all—plot action tends to occur off-stage in favor of long, relatively self-indulgent, angst-filled interactions between forlorn lovers.

All of this as a vehicle for music, much as erotica, which also bears all these qualities, is a vehicle for sex. Replace the dramatic arias and duets with the scenes of lovemaking they represent, and you couldn’t tell if La Traviata’s libretto had been written by Francesco Maria Piave or Regina Watts.

That’s the most important thing to remember about opera—all these songs are symbolic of something deeper. They’re not taking place, as musicals seem to, in worlds where characters suddenly burst into song. Rather, like a soliloquy in Shakespeare, when Violetta paces back and forth in her room exclaiming to herself that she must be free to frolic from joy to joy while Alfredo, far off, cries to her that love is the heartbeat of the universe, we are being trusted with a glimpse into the courtesan’s soul. It is a symbolic song, as so many lovers’ songs in opera are a symbolic replacement for the act of sexual union. Siegfried’s taming of Brunhilde at the end of Siegfried is perhaps among the most audacious works from that regard, because it is just so forthright in its depiction of what is happening between them and Brunhilde’s extremely complicated feelings about it.

So it’s very easy to see the close connections between erotica and opera. Furthermore, erotic fiction used to be primarily verse—from Catullus to Shakespeare and even among characters within the generally prose format of Lady Murasaki’s sensual Genji-Monogatari, poetry was the vehicle of erotic expression. What is libretto but poetry intended for music? It’s almost as if, with the mainstreaming and gradual acceptance of opera, (which like most forms of theater was considered a degenerate waste of time by puritans for quite a long time), erotica split itself in two. The lurid, saucy, graphic stuff that the Victorians left us and that we now pump out for Amazon’s pleasure; and the subtle, spiritual, high-consciousness erotica of the soul as represented by the symbols of opera. With opera in that form no longer being readily produced and this spirit unable to emerge organically when you’ve got groups of producers carefully designing the story that will give them the highest possible financial return, it’s only natural that the creative spark of sensual storytelling has returned to prose.

Poor authors without networks will always be there to write from their hearts. This is sufficient to engender the lively and theatrical storytelling of the sort that opera once produced—but with well-written erotica, the connections are obvious. I am of the strong opinion that erotica is largely derided as a genre because it doesn’t achieve its own expectations—that is to say, the very experience of reading erotica should be, in and of itself, erotic. The aesthetics of the prose should be erotic just as the aesthetics of the opera score should be romantic, sensual, powerful.

Every time I read a bad turn of phrase in a work of an erotic fiction it’s like I’m chewing on aluminum foil: it’s like a wrong note in an opera. In erotica more than any other, the language should flow, the text should have rhythm, the very sentence structure should pulse with sensual intrigue. A good erotica is one through which the reader flows almost as if they’re listening to music or making love. It builds momentum from the start and pushes you through its text in the same way that a Wagner score rises from the orchestra, interweaves with its characters, and draws its audience members deep into the heart of the story until they themselves can hardly be said to exist.

My serialized cannibal horror erotica DOTTIE FOR YOU began as a sort of dual homage to the Marquis de Sade and Vladimir Nabokov, but it was unavoidable that as I absorbed more and more opera the tone of the story would shift. Maybe I expected that, but I didn’t expect opera to have such an impact on the way I tell all my stories—and I certainly didn’t expect it to have such an impact on the way I think about my prose. It has taught me how to make work fast-paced but still emotionally deep. By DOTTIE’s novel-length season finale, out today, the tone of the series had shifted away from violent erotica for the sake of violent erotica and into violent erotica for the sake of spiritual enlightenment.

I have come to view it, especially Episode 8, as a form of prose opera—and DOTTIE fans who’ve already read the season’s finale, especially the last six or so chapters, will surely agree with me. The definition comes not from its referential relationship with many operas from Pagliacci to Die Walkure to Carmen but from the dedicated effort, by way of aesthetic prose, to elevate the violent, sometimes horrific lovemaking of its characters out of sordid pulp and into its own form of esoteric spiritual experience—just as the music of opera frequently elevates the clumsy plots and silly characters of commedia dell’arte out of cartoonish nonsense and into revelation.

It’s only a matter of time before more and more authors see erotica not just as a place to make a quick buck but as a source of artistic and even spiritual expression. Maybe, with everybody stuck in their houses and the Met running one opera a day until at least September of 2021, we can expect this change to come sooner rather than later.

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i love a character who hijacks my imagination and starts a whole new franchise. after seeing how THE WITCH’S NEW DOLLY exploded the other day (we’re talking, still #25 in transgender erotica, #46 in lesbian erotica and #54 in erotica thrillers as of the time of this writing), well, we just couldn’t resist. read THE WITCH’S DIRTY LAUNDRY for $2.99 or FREE on Kindle Unlimited and join sexy bad witch Sabine as she prepares to surprise the cable guy with a way more than he bargained for in this kinky short read packed with lesbians, cucking, futa, foot worship, petplay, and humanoids being transformed into inanimate objects.

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say this post’s title five times fast and then buy this raunchy horror standalone that’s a smash hit on kindle! two days on the market and it’s rocketed up to #20 in transgender erotica, #48 in lesbian erotica, and #58 in erotic thrillers. this ultra-fun blast from the past is packed with decadent lesbian orgies, bimbo sluts, mind control, anal play, humiliation, voyeurism, dollification, human furniture, blasphemy, cuckqueaning, and a touch of giantess play to really make it fun. and don’t forget about that horror plot, baby…because it is a horror story first, as always.

if you love elvira (specifically her cult classic movie, elvira: mistress of the dark), the mystery science theater 3000 episode and/or original hokey movie the touch of satan, or goosebumps and fear street, then by Satan, this is the horror erotica standalone for you.

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“Come back in three days, on Saturday night, and I’ll make you a doll.”

Alma has heard some wild stories about the neighborhood recluse, but when she finally meets the busty goth chick named Sabine Malbrook, Alma isn’t prepared for her to be quite so hot. Or so crazy. It’s not long before she’s calling herself a witch, inviting Alma to play with her dolls, and promising a few strange things if only Alma will return on Saturday night.

A fiery Latina, hot and athletic in her own right as well as a confirmed lesbian, Alma can’t resist the tempting offer…and can’t help but want to explore the exquisite aesthetic pleasures that come with the sensual art of doll-making. But being made a doll is only half the fun. The real purpose of a doll is for playing with, of course, and Alma will learn that Sabine likes to play rough…but not as rough as the rest of her coven, who happen to be coming over for a depraved Sabbath rite full of shocking twists and one magickal, mummified toy that’s a far cry from your mother’s strap-on.

Still, however rough it gets…better to be made a doll than a piece of furniture, right?

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hello i love procrastinating by doing unnecessary blog posts and updating covers

yes it’s true there are other things i could or should be doing right now but looooooooook aren’t these new DOTTIE covers even better than the old ones? my kindleunlimited reads sure seem to indicate that they are. the cover changes are still flowing through on the Amazon page but why not use this exciting day as an excuse to make sure you’re up to date with this hot series of taboo bdsm erotica that makes 50 Shades of Grey look like Dr. Seuss. we’ve got cannibalism, femdom, findom, foot worship, snuff, guro, extreme consensual torture, a man with a nuclear cock, a cute immortal girl with psychedelic girlmeat, and lots of super inappropriate ddlg ageplay. and that barely even scratches the surface of what these first five episodes contain, baby–all that, and a real plot, too. READ DOTTIE TODAY BY CLICKING HERE OR ON THE AD BELOW!

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Happy DOTTIE Day! Get your fill of depraved cannibal erotica with the first novel-length entry of DOTTIE FOR YOU…and stick around after the episode for special instructions about how to acquire DOTTIE AFTER DARK Secret Episode 2, a scene from Episode 6 that was just too inappropriate for me to put in Amazon’s erotica category. That’s almost 60,000 total words of DOTTIE that are now available for you to enjoy. Included in that you’ll find a super-hot Dolcett scene (think DelishMedia or Muki’s Kitchen if you’re a person of culture like myself and are familiar with either of those), tons of Jane and Tarzan-style primal sex, a whisper of mmf, voyeurism, reverse cuckolding, the usual taboo ageplay and consumption of psychedelic girlmeat, and much, much more…there’s even a crazy metaphysical plot in there to enlighten your consciousness while you’re getting off, so you can thank me later. Oh! And I almost forgot…this one has a novel-in-a-novel featuring the disgracefully erotic story of Herod and Salome. pseudo-incest is okay when it’s a Bible story fictionalized as a fictional character’s fictional novel, right? Right.

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Harold Fleetwood’s got to step his game up. He may be a billionaire, but it occurs to him now that there are many other billionaires on the planet. Some of them–for instance, Harold’s former business partner and lifelong friend, cunning and charismatic Leo Byron–might even be better-suited for Dottie. At least, more able to captivate her attention. Dottie tells Harold it’s all in his head, but he’s not so sure. And now that he knows Byron’s own superhuman secret, well, Harold can’t help but think he needs to find more ways to relate to DULCET LITTLE DOT than through consensual cannibalism and financial domination) alone.

Especially because, as the board meeting looms and Harold braces himself for backlash on recent changes to certain employees’ salaries, it occurs to Harold just how much he needs Dottie. For instance, during the two-week period of healing in which their favorite form of bonding is verboten, Dottie finds other ways to turn up the heat in their exotic romance: he might not be able to cook her alive the way she wants for a few more days, but they can at least pretend. And there’s so much more than that. After all, he and Byron are used to sharing everything: even if activities are restricted between them, there’s still plenty of fun to be had with three people; more fun still as, inspired by Dottie, Harold unfurls his own twisted work of erotic fiction for the pleasure of his immortal nymphet.

When a girl trusts you enough to let you play these sorts of games–sorts of games other men might kill for the chance to play–the least you can do is come up with a grand gesture to show her what she means to you.

What better gesture than an erotic retelling of the taboo Bible story of Herod and Salome?

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TALE OF RHO BOOK I: DEVIL’S PLAYTHINGS is out today on Kindle! Get your copy for $6.99 or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited and enjoy a sexy paranormal reverse harem story full of ageplay, femdom, foot stuff, cannibalism, humiliation, spanking, a desperate old pervert who licks bathwater off the floor, and more libertine mayhem than you could shake a cane at. This slow-burn serialized story is in large part an homage to TALE OF GENJI, and like that famous book it is L O N G. Strap in and enjoy–you can expect one TALE OF RHO book every month/month and a half for the next half a year or so, so if you want a finished erotica serial to read right now, check out BE MY BULLY. It stars the same character, even…kind of. You’ll see what I mean once you’ve started this trippy, sexy, ultraviolent paranormal romance.

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“What are eidolons, exactly? Vampires?”

“Yes, and. Think bigger.”

“Demons?”

“Yes, and.”

“Ghosts?” Rhoda wrinkled her nose in irritation. “Faeries? Aliens? Angels?”

“Yes, yes, yes and, baby.”

DEATH IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS.

At least, it’s not what Rhoda Dendron thought it would be like–or rather, Rhoda Kingston. After the surreal events in the strange school and town of Griswald gained clarification, if not conclusion, Rhoda was ready for life to settle down. But when an entity in the guise of bad boy (well–bad older man) detective Felix Eirwen offers her an opportunity to flee mundane reality for eternal life as something called an Eidolon, she’s more than happy to explore what a new reality has to offer her…even if it means leaving certain things behind.

Not everything stays where she left it, however. There’s really no place like home: and in her new home there’s a Lulu, and even a Talbot…albeit a Talbot calling himself Emmanuel Harteveldt. Suave, calculating, and dangerously seductive, cunning libertine Dr. Harteveldt is a former OB-GYN with a lifetime full of secrets and a penchant for sadistic mindgames to rival Rhoda’s own. And he might be a little too eager to take the family’s new brat in hand for Felix’s liking.

Although he can’t really blame the old abortionist for his keen fascination with the new addition to their lineage. After all, Felix finds Rhoda pretty irresistible, himself. Especially when she calls him “Daddy.”

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hello i love filthy findom cannibal porn and medical bdsm

and if you clicked this post you must at least be curious about it. DOTTIE FOR YOU Episode 4: DOTTIE DOMESTICATED is now available on Kindle for $4.99 or FREE on KindleUnlimited! the newest novella-length episode in this steaming hot series of dolcett erotica contains one of the hottest findom scenes it has yet been my privilege to write. add some intense consensual cannibalism and a scene of medical stitches that will really bring out the sadomasochistic streak in all its readers, and baby, you have one episode of DOTTIE FOR YOU that just can’t be missed.

oh, and ps…DOTTIE FOR YOU Episode 5, DOTTIE IS DELICIOUS, isn’t supposed to be out until August 25th…but be sure to pre-order your copy, because there’s a good chance it might sneak out a week or two early. if it does, you can get it the day it comes out without even worrying about it!

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Dottie, Dottie. Harold loves Dottie. Sad as it is to think that a Fortune 500 CEO can be reduced to an absolute simp for his own fresh-faced secretary, that’s the truth of it. But given the taboo proclivities both he and Dottie share, the fixation held by this capitalist pig for his immortal dream-girl is fairly understandable. The whole cannibalism thing, well, that might not be quite so much–not for the world at large, anyway. Not even suave billionaire playboy Leo Byron, Harold’s oldest business partner, could understand this side of him.

But Harold doesn’t just have to protect himself: he feels an increasing urge to protect Dottie from the world, or at least to keep her at near him. After sensual acrobatics lead to a trip to the doctor for a nice new set of stitches, Harold can only see himself taking on an increasingly caring role in Dottie’s life–which is why, when Leo sweeps in hoping to poach the pretty secretary for his new tech start-up, Harold is more determined than ever to see DOTTIE DOMESTICATED. If he can’t have her at work, he wants to savor her haunting presence at home: and the thirsty CEO would do anything to prove his devotion.

Even give the twenty-four year old little minx total control of his wallet.

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hello i love finishing books – BE MY BULLY’s final episode is out now!

i’m not crying you’re crying. read the FINAL EPISODE of this lesbian schoolgirl femdom noir for $2.99 or FREE on KindleUnlimited. this was my flagship erotica project and while i’m thrilled it’s over i’m also very sad, ya’ll. but wait! because if you love rhoda dendron, be extra-sure to check out this episode–after the story is over there’s a free sample of my upcoming reverse harem paranormal erotica, the tale of rho! this multi-volume series is full of ageplay, femdom, polyamory, teasing, spanking, and way, way more, so if you’ve enjoyed be my bully, you’ll enjoy this series of novel-length volumes even more. read the sample at the end of be my bully episode 12: despair thy charm, or just join all the readers who have already pre-ordered the first book in the series!

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When it rains, it pours. Publicly humiliated in front of transfer student Lulu Eirwen and several police officers, Rhoda Dendron is locked in a cell in the Griswald police station; the identity of the serial killer has become evident; and Lucia is now under strict orders from her father to stay in their temporary domicile at all costs.

But there are some situations adults simply can’t resolve. Lucia realizes something nobody else does: that the police force of Griswald is now functioning under a time limit, and they haven’t got a prayer of solving the case when they’ve convinced themselves they already have their killer. It’s up to Lulu to take a risk, rescue her friend, and free the town of Griswald from the shadow of a murderer.

Too bad she’s never practiced firing a handgun before: but, as they say, you learn by doing.

This romantic tale of erotic mystery contains explicit content that may not be appropriate for all readers, and some episodes feature frank discussion of disturbing topics. Discretion is advised.

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hello i love fresh cannibal erotica

read dottie for you episode 3: dottie’s bodies for $4.99 or free on kindleunlimited! this novella-length episode of everybody’s favorite gynophagia erotica series is easily one of the most alarming books i’ve written to date, so don’t wait! buy your copy of dottie’s bodies today and learn the context of fun quotes like

“But please!” Gasping, doomed Dottie clung to him while he tried not to look as pleased as he felt. “Oh, I know I’m not a very good little piggie! I’m too skinny and I just don’t eat like I should, but please, please, you have to eat me—oh, it’s all I want! All I’ve ever wanted, to be eaten by you—please, please, I have no other reason to live than to be your meat! Why was I born at all if my master can’t eat me?”

Dottie’s Bodies, Dottie For You Episode 3 by Regina Watts Painted Blue Publishing (2020)

haha isn’t it fun to live on a planet where you can write sentences like that without being struck down by god? hail satan i love writing. anyway don’t miss this latest installment of dottie if you like ageplay, dolcett, guro, hot girls in cute shorts, and scathing satire of billionaire erotica in general.

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There’s no girl on earth like Dottie Shipman. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s so sexy it hurts–oh yeah, and she’s immortal. Kind of. Dolcett aficionado and Fortune 500 CEO Harold Fleetwood can’t help but be obsessed with a girl who begs for bedroom activities a good deal more extreme than the average lover would dare think up. There’s just one problem: Dottie is Harold’s secretary, or one of them…and unfortunately for Harold, the office gossip mill doesn’t make exceptions for the boss.

They’ll have to keep their relationship a secret if Harold doesn’t want to end up the new face of workplace indiscretion. But how is such a thing possible when seeing her from across the room overwhelms Harold with increasingly unbearable compulsive thoughts? How can he compartmentalize his dark desires for Dottie’s perfect flesh and act as if he only loves her on the weekends, when they can steal away another sizzling two days at Harold’s renovated slaughterhouse in the isolated countryside?

And how can he keep the rest of the world, including but not limited to his employees, his housekeeper, and his ex-wife, from discovering his lust for the psychedelic flesh of immortal DOTTIE’S BODIES?

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hello i love sexy milfs

and cougars in general, which is why i wrote mature matters. this kinky cougar novella is $4.99 or FREE on KindleUnlimited, so if you like the thought of a hot older woman rekindling her sexual and fantasy life with the help of a cute young man with a lot of tattoos, be sure to read your copy today. it is by far the most straightforward erotica i’ve yet written for release on amazon, so if dottie for you or my other works are too extreme, you might enjoy this intense steamy romance about an age gap, monogamous couple who enjoys sharing sexual fantasies and a little mutual masturbation. think an even less edgy evita tartt.

READ “MATURE MATTERS” TODAY!

Linda was not prepared for Warren. Somewhere along the lines, her best friend’s boy turned into an attractive young man–an an artistic bad boy whose hard, tattoo-covered body belies a love of animals and a soft heart. Of course, Warren’s heart is the only soft thing about him…and it just so happens he’s staying in her house for the summertime.

Of course, Warren wouldn’t want anything to do with a a quiet older woman like Linda…would he? They may not be related, but he calls her ‘Auntie’ and helps her around the house. Surely she’s reading into his glances; surely she’s just projecting her own desires onto his irresistible body and charming smiles. It’s important that she keep herself under control, so in hopes of treating her hysteria at home, Linda makes a visit to a local adult shop in an attempt to procure the right toy for the kind of buzz she’s after, who should she find working there but Warren.

How can she resist sharing her fantasies with the hot young stud after a discovery like that?

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