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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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!
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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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.
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.
the other day i saw somebody really get chewed out on the subreddit for erotica authors because they had the A U D A C I T Y to say that they found erotica preferable to pornography because of the exploitative or sometimes violent nature of filmed content. some butthurt asshole really jumped down their throat about how they’re taking advantage of an industry built on the backs of sex workers blah blah blah, whatever. it’s reddit, people will get upset about anything. but this post sequence really bothered me because ultimately i do personally believe filmed pornography is intellectually damaging, compared to literary erotica which can actually be uplifting. for instance reading justine by the marquis de sade really did liberate me, and that’s in part what it is designed to do–to demonstrate with gratuitous and sometimes hilarious acts of truly depraved cruelty how futile and self-destructive it is to try to hold on to some kind of “moral” stance on sexuality in this or any world.
has any porno ever been filmed with character development? has one of these movies ever had an explanation for why all these step-siblings and babysitters are horny and damaged enough to possess literally zero sense of the longterm consequences of their exploits? of course not, that’s not what these movies are for. these movies are for getting off, kind of like erotica. but what i think that pissed off reddit poster failed to understand is that erotica pre-dates the invention of the camera, you dipshits. yes incredibly, long before people figured out they could film each other fucking, they had no choice but to write down stories and drawings of other people fucking. for a long, long long long time sexualized stories were actual stories with characters and vague plots about as thin as the pulp paper they were written on. then porn showed up and said, ‘boy, film’s expensive and people don’t want to fast forward, let’s cut out all the story and get to the fucking.’
great on the one hand, but on the other, creative hand it creates this strange porn universe with its own logic and total lack of rules or social structure. even in the universe of the marquis de sade there were characters who were ostensibly morally righteous but in porn it’s just a bunch of family members, teachers, friends, doctors, lawyers, bosses, etc, just fucking everybody that moves. and sometimes i’ve watched these movies and the premises are so absurd they literally turn me off, which is impressive, let me tell you.
i started be my bully as what stephen king calls my “toy train,” which is his term for the story you write on the side, just for fun, just to decompress from your regular writing. and it was always intended to be an erotica inspired by pornographic spanking movies, but because of that the premise naturally developed by really the end of the first chapter (called now ‘episode’) into being a satirical one. the more i tried to write about these scenarios i had seen popularized in porn, the more i realized how absurd they were and how impossible they were to depict in characters with any depth without exploring the issue of grave trauma and its effects on the developing brain. real people simply don’t act like porn characters; no one can behave with the casual disregard for consequence shown by all the porn archetypes and expect to maintain any semblance of a functioning life. but if porn archetypes were real, expanded upon characters, what would they be like?
thus, be my bully came into steady existence. episode 9’s cover and metadata has just been uploaded to the amazon store for approval. now that i’m ahead on episodes of dottie it’s looking like be my bully will be my main project for the next few weeks, except for a paranormal horrotica novella i’m working on. you weirdos will like it. anyway buy be my bully episode 1 for 99 cents and then read the rest of the series for $2.99 apiece…or FREE on Kindle Unlimited.
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if i’m being honest i don’t understand chastity fetishes (i am so far gone at this point that it is basically like vanilla sex to me) but since it’s the single most popular femdom category on amazon i decided i better learn. gotta write to that MARKET baby i kno u kno. so i looked for a character who could help me learn what’s fun about it and voila. the end result is a new franchise of interrelated but potentially standalone shorts starring the mary poppins of femdom, the titular (and i do mean titular) evita tartt. meet evita as she begins to guide married couple nina and freddie down their journey into femdom in the first-timer’s guide to chastity, available now on amazon for $2.99 or free on kindle unlimited. this series is great for anybody who wants their kinky fiction a little tamer–more on the side of domestic discipline than hardcore bdsm. but if you’re into the latter, be sure to check back tomorrow…or just preorder your copy of dottie for you episode 1: feeling dottienow on amazon so you can have a delicious dolcett romance delivered to you first thing in the morning, you sick fuck.
that’s all today thanks for reading oh and don’t forget
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my name is regina watts and i write dirty dirty fiction. i also write something called “transgressive fiction” which is a thing where when you tell people that’s what you write they immediately regret asking you what kind of fiction you write. then they say, “what’s that” and you explain “well a classic example is lolita by nabokov” and still only about 1/3 of people will understand well enough to politely change the subject. to be honest a better example (imo) is say the room by selby jr. orrrr atrocity exhibition by ballard. i was thinking about those two books a lot while writing industrial divinity, which painted blind publishing is releasing in q3/q4 of this year. it’s possible it would be safer if i said something like fight club but that’s the kind of story like the matrix where it’s just a big old red flag if somebody likes it or references it too much these days. i don’t know why it has to be that way. i like fight club and the matrix a lot but i’m embarrassed to admit it in public.
anyway, i wrote the first draft of another book last year that worked out to being almost 400,000 words long and i said holy shit, that’s a lot of words. so i edited it down and got it down very nicely and was just starting to hit a groove in the long drawn-out process of cutting out some of the more hardcore scenes of the book in order to market it as transgressive fiction instead of, you know, smut. this was oh uh maybe february of 2020 and if u are a human being alive on the planet i don’t need to tell you that um well a lot of plans got interrupted for a lot of people? and my favorite paul simon song has been ruined forever, but whatever. people are literally dying and that’s way worse than never being able to listen to “julio down by the schoolyard” without thinking it was some kind of weird psychedelic prophecy about the coronavirus and shutting down schools.
so long story short i haven’t left my house in almost three months except to take walks and two times to go downtown on brief errands and in that time i wrote another novel, industrial divinity, because painted blind publishing was expecting something from me but the in-progress, previously 400,000 word book now seems also very prescient and seems to be in need of application to the current circumstances if-you-see-what-i-am-saying. this is all a bunch of boring writer talk for “i bent over and jammed my fingers down my throat until i vomited up an ~85,000 word novel to exchange for the ~400,000 word one.” so i presented this to painted blind publishing and they were like “boy regina this is actually really interesting, let’s talk about publishing it.”
and i said they could as long as they gave me more time on the mammoth i’m still in the middle of skinning and butchering, and they did, but after we talked for a while, well–the thing with this big long book is that i wrote it specifically in the style of the marquis de sade but you know it’s like, that’s sort of hard to market because it’s these ridiculous swaths of long farty philosophy and then big gratuitous sex scenes, usually involving, uh, well, unconsenting parties or underage people or other stuff that is today you know um a little P R O B L E M A T I Q U E. but that’s why it’s transgressive fiction u kno? transgressive fiction usually contains inherently erotic elements that challenge your moral disposition, sexuality, self, etc. based on my research (not THAT kind of “research” you fucking perv real research like reading biographies) i don’t think the marquis was morally identifying with his hot evil characters until later in his life. he fully understood the trope of punishing characters who fail to socially conform, and that’s why justine‘s eponymous lil protagonist gets oh sorry spoiler alert struck by a lightning bolt while inside her sister’s house, which is absolutely one of the most hilarious endings of all time. justine fails to conform to the evil morality expected of her in her evil world and so god punishes her for it in the context of that evil world. the marquis created a fictional universe, like the dc or marvel or twilight universe, where the defining factor isn’t superheroes or vampires but libertines almost superhuman in their capacity to give and receive sexual violence and do it without consequence.
and that, my friend, is some shit i admire. some trailblazing work there, inspiring. that’s really the kind of work i’m doing here with my in-progress book familiarity but simultaneously why i’m hesitant to release it, because i mean who doesn’t consider the divine marquis erotica? do i really want to be associated with transgressive erotic fiction?
so i made a penname, my magickal motto, soror vitam a.p.m., soror vitam for short. i got really into magick while writing familiarity and also specifically into sex magick. and after finishing industrial divinity, which is effectively about a sex worker, i somehow got to thinking, ‘am i a hypocrite?’ because, like, i was so hung up on the erotic aspects of my work being somehow disgraceful to me, but i didn’t have a problem writing transgressive fiction that wasn’t erotic. no problem with things like drugs or murder. what was my problem with sex? what was my problem with the most natural way to expand consciousness and develop intimacy between two people and in heterosexual couples literally create life?
the problem is that i’ve been writing erotica for years and years and years and yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaars and maybe two people know. and because of that it’s been like this side hobby for a long long time and i did do a super brief ghostwriting thing which is where i learned the discipline to write so much. but it was like damn if i can write so much i should just write for myself, so i did. and then all this virus shit happened and i finished industrial divinity and i had be my bully which i’ve been sitting on for years. for about that same length of time i’ve been passively studying posts in the /r/eroticauthors subreddit and after finally looking at a few of the data collections on there it was just like…oh!!!! kindle unlimited is like netflix, but for books! that’s why all these shorts do so well on there: it’s like bingereading. holy shit, i get it, duh.
so that’s the story of how painted blind publishing founded painted blue publishing and how i also developed this penname, regina watts (o sorry u thought this was my real name??? lol hope not) to sell my erotica. what i wasn’t expecting was to have such a strong immediate response. there have been almost 5000 pages read of the first four episodes of be my bully in less than a month. it’s incredible. back when i was really young (just a mere griswald girl myself) i got my start publishing short stories on deviantart and now in retrospect it’s like damn girl you coulda got that MONEY. but it’s okay because now i’m getting that money and it’s so nice, dude, honestly. thank you so much for reading this blog and learning a little more about me on the way. i promise future ones won’t be so long and stupid but like i said the boss told me i had to so here you go.
Regina Watts 