hello i love interracial femdom orgies of sapphic sluts plus girls getting dollified by busty goths in retro horror erotica

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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hello i love free previews – two short chapters from INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY

Buy my debut standalone novel for $9.99 and get it the day it comes out on July 31st, 2020! If that command doesn’t convince you, then maybe these samples will.

5

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.”


“Do I?”


“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—”

6

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.

“Ah!”


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.

-END OF SAMPLE-

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hello i love the marquis de sade: read FAMILIARITY on april 30th, 2021

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.

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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 breakdownincreasingly 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.

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.

READ “DOTTIE’S BODIES” TODAY!

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 transgressive fiction

pre-order industrial divinity, my standalone transgressive fiction debut! i’m thrilled to finally share this novel with you and am eternally grateful to nuno moreira for his cover, as well as editor michelle hope for her keen eye–and for her generous willingness to forego the proceeds of the editing process in exchange for donating it directly to several charities. and i guess m.f. sullivan deserves a little credit for the typesetting. 😉 anyway check this new release out. this one is for fans of chuck palahniuk, j.g. ballard, hubert selby jr., ryu murakami, chandler morrison, and anybody who generally likes splatterpunk, transgressive or bizarro fiction. fans of dottie for you are also particularly urged to check out industrial divinity.

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Once upon a time lived a woman who was immortal but not invulnerable. This is the story of everything that happened after she discovered that fact. This is the story of a virus. It is the story of a country that is afraid of change. This is the story of a woman who becomes a sadomasochistic performance artist called “The Degenetrix” during a time when the human race is more isolated than ever before.

This is the story of the Degenetrix and the career she built by mutilating herself on the Internet for the pleasure of strangers, of stalkers, and of a mysterious benefactor who showers her with wealth but refuses to reveal his identity. This is the story of love during pandemic, of alienation in an alienated world. This is the story of pain and of lust and of the human mind.

But don’t worry. This is a happy story, and you are permitted to feel happy while you read it. Empathy is the greatest of all human virtues and the human race has been put on this planet called “Earth” so as to learn it.

Such is the will of spider-mother.

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hello i love tumblr

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

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hello i love elizabeth bedlam: other author spotlight fridays

maybe not every friday but some fridays i’d like to shine a light on other independent and/or small press authors who i think are amazing and who i wish i’d known about years ago. most of these authors will be free on kindle unlimited or selling shorter titles for between $.99 and $2.99. let me start this adventurous column off by recommending that (in addition to my own works, of course, which you will enjoy if you like elizabeth bedlam and all of which are free on kindle unlimited at this link) you take a peek at horrotica pioneer elizabeth bedlam, the queen of b-movie horror erotica and an author i think every horror fan should read. and comedy fans. and erotica fans. basically, if you like ed wood, pulp fiction in general, puppet combo games and other vintage horror-inspired media, transgressive fiction, or just a fun fucked-up erotica story far from your usual kindle store bullshit, i would strongly encourage you to check out the one and only elizabeth bedlam. not only that but her productivity is phenomenal and i’m so jealous i’d like to cut off her precious hands and try all sorts of experiments to get their magic out for my own use. look at some of these great titles you’re missing out on:

just look at those titles. look at those covers. oh my god. these aren’t even my favorites and i swear every time i look they just get better and better. i love everything about them. i love the aesthetic effect and i love the concepts and have i mentioned i love her titles? holy shit. if they aren’t enough to convince you to invest fifteen minutes in reading one of her amazing shorts for free on kindle unlimited (follow this link) then you just have no sense of humor or are generally uncool and i don’t think i can help you. but if you wish horror and erotica could both stop taking themselves so fucking seriously for at least the length of a short story, please read elizabeth bedlam. if you have even the slightest iota of a sense of humor and love of kitsch, you’ll be super glad you did.

and also read me. regina watts. whose works including the horrotica cannibal love story dottie for you can be found here.

if you would like to be considered for an other author fridays post, talk to me about trading blogs, or are interested in exchanging reviews, you may do so through a message to publicity@paintedblindpublishing.com with ATTN: Regina in the title. i’ll consider everybody but i have peculiar tastes as u may be aware if u kno my work. xxxx

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hello i love slimy futa selkie erotica

if you’re looking for a hot one-off erotic novella that features elements of WAM, vore, tentacles, extradimensional maneaters stealing human flesh to get down in a threesome, some light exhibitionism and a futa scene, then daddy you’ve found the right novella available for $4.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited.

i especially love it when it sells a copy before it’s even available on the amazon store somehow??? idk but if whoever is stalking my amazon page could also encourage their friends to do it i would appreciate it. gotta get that moneeeeeyyyyyyyyy. anyway this one was unexpected but fun, i started it in 2019 and it was always intended to be somehow influenced by gene wolfe but then he had to selfishly go and die (ugh) and the project got cratered. now i’m glad i didn’t obviously because it wouldn’t have been erotic and wouldn’t have been AWESOME like it is now. anyway buy it buy it buy it buy it buy it buy it buy it i want money buy it buy it buy it

Don’t miss this Kindle-exclusive novella of erotic horror by the author of HER ROMAN SLAVE and DOTTIE FOR YOU: SELKIE is a far splash from The Little Mermaid.

“Would you like to live forever?

When Annette allows her alienated boyfriend Jacob to drag her to a sales conference on the dreary Oregon coastal town of Bandon she’s hoping for a weekend of peace–but time alone quickly reveals the dysfunctions of their relationship and leaves her searching for some quiet on the shore. This attempt at solitude instead leaves her reeling from a passionate rendezvous at the tendrils of a slick and strange sea creature, she’s conflicted by overwhelming lust and unbridled terror–but not near as much when the creature begins stealing the skins of hotel visitors to close in on its true prey.

Turns out this maneater from beyond spacetime has an offer for her. Love it and live forever. Love it and be more than human. Love it and accept its predatory, unearthly nature.

And, morals aside, if her new lover can assume the identity of anyone it devours–even inhabiting multiple bodies at once–how can she possibly say no?

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hello i love fresh bdsm cannibal erotica

DOTTIE FOR YOU Episode 2: DOTTIE CAN’T DIE, is out today! if you thought Episode 1 didn’t have enough ageplay, spanking, anal sex, corpse dismemberment, consensual cannibalism, necrophilia, and steaming hot dysfunctional psycho romance, rest assured DOTTIE FOR YOU Episode 2: DOTTIE CAN’T DIE will satisfy your perverse cravings. best of all, this episode is novella-length, as are most DOTTIE episodes i am writing now and will be writing in the future.

we all know deep down inside we have the capacity to be just as depraved as harold fleetwood. it’s why we read the marquis de sade, the degenerate fairy godfather of this surreal sci-fi romance. let DOTTIE prove you love it, baby. buy episode 2 of the series i can’t believe painted blue publishing is letting me publish here! while you’re tooling around check out the back matter for episode 3 and 4, available for pre-order on the amazon series page.

oh, and if you’re a really sick, sick pervert (u know, my favorite kind) be absolutely sure to stick around after for instructions on how to get the first short episode of DOTTIE AFTER DARK, the DOTTIE side series full of sequences too depraved to publish on amazon. stay tuned for information on how to acquire future DOTTIE AFTER DARK secret episodes.

DOTTIE FOR YOU EPISODE 2: DOTTIE CAN’T DIE

For a man with a lot of money and a depraved imagination, Harold Fleetwood has never dreamed of anybody like Dottie. Young, beautiful, talented, charming, the captivating office secretary who moonlights as a guro artist speaks to his very soul. Better still, her magical abilities are out of this world. After visiting her home for an intense evening of pleasure with his fellow Dolcett aficionado, Harold has learned something very vital: he’s learned DOTTIE CAN’T DIE.

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t leave a corpse when her pulse is stopped. The first question in the aftermath of this strange discovery is the issue of what to do with the dead body…and given their mutual taboo proclivities, the solution may be simple enough.

Setting aside their devouring passions, however, the real question is: where the devil do they go from here?

This serialized work of transgressive horrotica explores concepts that some readers may find disturbing. Discretion is strongly advised.

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