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Merry Christmas, reader! It’s my favorite time of year, and what better way to celebrate than with a novella-length horrotica comedy set in the DOTTIE FOR YOU universe? As the post title says, this standalone special contains amputation, cuckqueaning, a very hot threeway, and plenty of consensual cannibalism all wrapped up in a hilarious comedy routine that can only be described as the cannibal homage to Steamed Hams. Have A VERY DOTTIE CHRISTMAS, reader!
Ah, Christmas! If there’s one thing Dottie loves as much as Harold Fleetwood, it’s Christmas: and the billionaire CEO is intent on making his first Christmas with his new, demi-immortal wife an unforgettable one. When you’ve got two regenerating people with a penchant for consensual cannibalism, after all, it solves the problem of Christmas dinner…and after removing one of the limbs of his favorite tender dish, Harold is looking forward to aging their new ham enough for an elegant Christmas feast.
Or he was, anyway…because, as Christmas day grows later, more unexpected guests begin to arrive to the slaughterhouse by the hour. It’s all well and good when his ex-wife Molly, the sexy blonde heiress, shows up for a bit of three-way play…but then his corporate secretary, Pearl, decides to swing by. And all this to say nothing of Leopold Byron, Harold’s nuclearized business partner-turned-rival for Dottie’s affection.
Good thing his PA, Simonetta, hasn’t carved into her turkey yet…now if Harold can just keep everyone out of the kitchen until she arrives to save the day.
For the first time ever, get all eight episodes of psychedelic depravity in one incredible paperback collection featuring wild cover art by artist Lauren Kolesinskas! The entire first season of Regina Watts’s horrotica DOTTIE FOR YOU–along with the two previously commercially unavailable episodes of DOTTIE AFTER DARK for the season–are available at $34.99. That’s over one thousand pages of taboo horror romance, including those two secret episodes, for a price cheaper than the season’s digital release available on Kindle. Preorder your copy today and get it in time for its Valentine’s Day 2021 release date!
HAROLD LOVES DOTTIE. DOTTIE LOVES HAROLD. HAROLD AND DOTTIE BOTH LOVE DOLCETT.
Indulge in a flavorful billionaire love story that reads like American Psycho meets 50 Shades on a bad acid trip.
Harold Fleetwood is pathetic. Despite being the billionaire CEO of a major Fortune 500 company, he’s a divorcé in his mid-fifties who can hardly look a woman in the eye. His dark compulsions and sick fantasies fill him with shame and leave the Internet as his only outlet, not just for titillation, but for intimacy–until the day he discovers bratty Dottie Shipman, the sexiest secretary in the office, has a dirty little secret she’s been hiding.
Turns out, Dottie is as intrigued by taboo fantasies as Harold is. Not only that, but she’s the artist he’s spent countless hours fantasizing with while wasting time in his filthy-minded chat room for fellow lonely perverts. He’s terrified, and thrilled. After all these years of hiding his intense, twisted desires from everyone except the prostitutes he employs, sharing himself with this almost too-perfect woman seems like a recipe for deadly consequences from which no amount of money can save him. Luckily for Harold, Dottie’s got another secret.
An unbelievable secret.
A secret that’s destined to change everything.
Check out more about Regina at her website! And a big shout-out to editor M.F. Sullivan for her contributions to the series.
What’s Halloween without some witchcraft? Sexy Sabine the Bad Witch has TWO Halloween specials available for your enjoyment as we reach the peak of every horrotica fan’s favorite holiday. In THE WITCH’S BAD SEED, join Sabine as she transforms the snotty incel sorcerer from the other side of town into a pumpkin perfect for a little bit of erotic carving with the help of the Dark Lord–and in THE WITCH’S ALPHA PLEDGE, get to know cute nerd Jeremy Zevron as he’s transformed into a werewolf upon making some very questionable decisions.
On top of that, I’m very pleased to announce the paperback release of INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY! Don’t miss your chance to snatch up a beautifully bound copy of this psychedelic splatterpunk love story, featuring exquisite abstract illustrations by cover artist, Nuno Moreira! Dottie and Sabine fans alike should really give this book a look–and so should anybody who’s interested in transgressive fiction and body horror that’s more straightforward than erotic.
Finally, let me just wish you all a Happy Halloween and thank you guys for all your support! Incredibly, next month will mark my 6 month anniversary of publishing, and it’s so gratifying to see these books starting to emerge as paperbacks. I couldn’t do any of it without the legions of loyal readers who join my mailing list, read my books and tell their friends about my horribly depraved imagination! You all mean so much to me. Have a Happy (and Healthy!) Halloween, guys!
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.
“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?
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!
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.
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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By the next evening, the stranger had established her page on the video site. White, unadorned, empty of anything but her account name. Plain as her early set. After careful furniture rearrangement, she’d produced enough space to prop her budget photography screen against the kitchen/not-kitchen partition. There was even space for the lights. More adjustment made room for the camera. The barstool normally at the partition became her seat before the background. They were missing just one thing: after discussion, she took her seat with a hammer in her hand.
“Hello,” she began on his mark, but he immediately stopped the camera.
“You need more energy than that.”
“Yeah. Think about those videos I showed you! These people were all super excited. You need to understand that you’re crafting a character.”
She pondered the head of the hammer. Rust lined the metal edge: the result of a leaky pipe in the last kitchen sink under which it had been stored. Time’s victim. “I’m so detached from myself. How could I come up with a character?”
“Oh, please, you’re the craziest girl I’ve ever met. You mean to say you’re not a character already?” He waved his hand at her. “Tell me what you feel about your situation. Do you like it more or dislike it more?”
“I guess I like it more. I like it a lot more than I dislike it.”
“And what do you like about it?”
“Well…” Her thumb pressed to the jagged texture of rust buildup, almost cuttingly sharp. “I guess it’s an opportunity to feel things. Things nobody else can ever feel.”
“So, you want to enjoy it—I mean, your condition. Your life.” Obviously uncomfortable with the true degree of her sadomasochism, he scratched his cheek before turning back to the camera. “Then I think that’s what you should tap into. If you want people to watch you, be excited about something. People love artists who are passionate about their art… Nobody likes a singer who’s too blasé, not for long.”
“Do people really want to see my passion for self-mutilation?”
“Just roll with it,” he said, adjusting the focus of the camera. “In three, two—”
The most-discussed viral phenomenon over the next few days was not the disease sweeping the globe but a surreal video of a lovely young woman in front of a white screen.
“Hi, everybody!” The woman giggled as if at herself and continued, “I’m the Degenetrix!” She introduced herself as a performance artist living in the city. Fairly close to true, or was about to be. It occurred to the woman only in the first few seconds of filming that this was a whole new medium for her. A massive shift: from making art to becoming art. The assumption of a new identity, “the Degenetrix,” a title suggested by the stranger and immediately embraced like the answer to some riddle.
This realization of new emergence was not apparent in the video’s final cut, where her image was superimposed with the familiar clip of her body smashing against a windshield. “You probably know me from the hit-and-run video that’s been making the rounds! A lot of people have wanted to know about me: Was she in shock? Is she on drugs? Is it a publicity stunt? No! I’m a real person. And what you’re about to see is real, too.”
Once the camera panned to reveal the hammer in her hand, the woman known as the Degenetrix stood up, crossed behind the stool, laid her left hand upon it, and attempted to bring the hammer down with her right.
The first blow made her cry out but was not hard enough to achieve anything stupendous. The second got a knuckle and a “Fuck!” but yielded no satisfying break. “Help me,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Help me, help me, damn you—”
After the shake of the camera upon its tripod resolved to a still frame, the cameraman appeared in the scene to help her. Face obscured by the low angle so all that could be seen was his arm, the man took the hammer and repeatedly brought it to bear upon her fingers.
“Oh, God!” Her screaming pierced the apartment, and she realized at once that this would never fly—they had to get sound-dampening equipment to line her not-kitchen. This was one of a flurry of out-of-place practical thoughts—strange, spontaneous expansions of imagery the way people thought of chores during sex. In the video, she didn’t appear to be thinking about anything: only screaming, profaning, gripping her abused left hand by the wrist to keep it in place while the hammer smashed away.
The man stumbled off frame again. Viewers commented that the sound at time stamp 3:14 was likely the sound of the hammer being dropped. For about thirty seconds, the footage showed only the woman, gasping, weeping, her forehead against the edge of the barstool while she stared through tear-matted eyelashes at the pulp of her hand. Gradually, her crying calmed. The camera shook as it was removed from its tripod and the cameraman’s arc swung wide to reveal bits and pieces of an apartment, lighting equipment—no substantial wires or special effects equipment immediately visible. Only the woman, who, still collapsed against the stool, lifted her head at the camera’s approach and managed a shaky inhalation.
“This is real,” she wetly emphasized, reaching off-screen for a paper towel she used to blot blood from her bruised hand. “This is a magic trick. I’m a performance artist. But this is real.”
The camera zoomed in on her cleaned hand. Crumpled fingers snapped back into place as if the woman were a blow-up doll expanding into shape. By the time ninety seconds had passed, the woman’s hand was healed. The camera panned over the breadth of her grin, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as if by postcoital ecstasy.
“If you want to see more, be sure to like this video, leave a comment, and subscribe to the channel. See you next time!”
One last shot of her waving her broken hand: an auto-suggestion from the website’s algorithm that viewers might also enjoy this clip of a man falling from a ladder and smashing his head on his driveway.
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i’m pleased to reveal the digital-exclusive cover of familiarity, due april 30th, 2021: that’s next walpurgisnacht for you non-occult normies out there. out of all the covers m. f. sullivan has produced for me, this one might be my favorite yet. remind you of anything? only my favorite cover for my favorite book of all time. oh and what do you know sullivan also wrote the forward too that’s very nice of her. i think it’s safe to say that if you like nabokov, libertine fiction, and my own personal sugardaddy in sin, the dark lord satan (HAIL SATAN), i guarantee you will lap up every one of the over 300,000 words in this depraved novel of transgressive fiction. pre-order your digital copy now to get it on april 30th, 2021!
oh, uh, also, if u r a sensitive sally about abortion, amputation, the long-term ramifications of child abuse, satanic rituals, CIA mind control and harassment techniques, and more, then maybe steer clear.
Coming APRIL 30th, 2021: A horrific and salacious transgressive novel from the author of INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY and DOTTIE FOR YOU, this modern mash-up of LOLITA and DANGEROUS LIAISONS is for any reader with a strong stomach who’s looking for a fresh take on the Marquis de Sade.
Libertine abortionist Dr. Hammond Harteveldt bears a charmed life, though most might not feel that way. After all, his former brother-in-law was recently found dead in his prison cell while awaiting charges related to some very sordid sex crimes, and the retired widower has subsequently come into custody of his deeply troubled goddaughter, Theresa. Most affluent men of recreation would surely see sudden custody of a dependent as a chore, but not Hammond.
Far from it: Theresa’s presence in the uncanny Harteveldt home is an opportunity. He has not seen the girl in years–not since a falling out with her father–and the truth is that although the circumstances of her arrival were less than fortunate, she’s already brought so many good things into his life. There’s the alluring and naive Grace Primrose, young Theresa’s fetching high school librarian caught in a dead-end, humdrum marriage from which her Catholic values will not permit her to extricate herself despite her sensual dreams of a more exciting life. Then there’s poor Isaac Redfern, the normally skeptical FBI agent responsible for Theresa’s case who seems as if he’s hovering on the verge of a nervous breakdown—increasingly paranoid about nonsense like ‘gangstalking’ and other purportedly CIA tactics of psychological terrorism. Comes to think Hammond’s at the head of some kind of cult something-or-other, poor old dog.
But then, of course, there is Theresa herself. Theresa, ah, Theresa–Theresa, who will be eighteen on Walpurgisnacht, and who even before then proves an eager student in her godfather’s libertine designs. She’s fascinated with Primrose and Redfern, both.
And by Satan, Dr. Harteveldt is smitten with all three of them.
at least, now i do since reddit suddenly banned /r/dolcettkingdom and a bunch of other eroguro themed subreddits (wtf!). anyway, check out my tumblr, it will basically be a stream of new covers and funky reblogs, but that’s fun in and of itself. click here to tumble after your degenetrix