Erotica Book Reviews: Sunday Smutday #5

Erotica Book Reviews

Sunday Smutday is where we get naughty, nasty, and NSFW between the covers. If that doesn’t sound like your kind of thing, then you should most definitely stop reading now.

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    Still here?


            Then let’s get kinky!

Author: Regina Watts
Publication Date: June 9, 2020
Protagonist Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Kink/Fetish: Femdom

What would you do if your fantasies were so dark, so depraved, that friends and family would loathe you for them? What would you do if you found someone who shared those fantasies, who understood them like nobody else ever had? And what would you do if they wanted to explore them together, only for everything to go so very wrong before . . . well, I’m getting ahead of myself. No spoilers, I promise. You’ll just have to be patient and read it for yourself.

Feeling Dottie is as guilty as guilty pleasures go, a work of horrotica in which Regina Watts plays with fantasy, fetish, and fear, suggesting and teasing so much darkness and depravity, before throwing out a bat-shit crazy twist that completely transforms the story.

Harold is an over-the-hill billionaire whose sick fantasies of erotic torture, murder, and cannibalism leave him so paralyzed with fear and desire that he comes across as creepy and pathetic. His only friend is an online artist who shares those same sick fantasies and enjoys illustrating them for the world. When a chance discovery reveals that Dottie, the cute young secretary he’s been fantasizing about, is actually that artist friend, the entire power exchange of older/younger, boss/employee, predator/prey gets flipped upside down and turned inside out.

I’m almost tempted to describe this as a contemporary sequel to the works of Marquis DeSade, but that would be doing Watts a disservice. Yes, there are similarities in style and content, an alignment of violent fetishes, and a mutual appreciation of his work by the characters, but there’s a charm to those characters that’s missing from DeSade’s work – not to mention a sense of imagination that opens the story to less sadism-savvy readers while adding something new for sadism-aficionados.

The flirting of Harold and Dottie, the verbal cutting and slicing away at layers of anxious propriety to reveal the dark fetishes beneath, is exquisite. He’s pathetic and she’s adorable, their conversations are both cute and crude, and yet there’s something about them as a couple that draws us into our world. The more they open up to one another the darker this potentially gets, and yet we’re more disgusted with ourselves for liking them than we are disgusted with them. It’s a story that’s as quirky and entertaining as it is depraved and horrifying, with all the juxtapositions what make it so intriguing.

Squeamish readers can rest assured that it’s all talk, at least in this opening tale, with the only dark fetish explored on the page being erotic asphyxiation. That climactic scene is well-done, especially in how it plays with the ever-shifting exchange of power in their relationship, and the consequences of that act for the two of them . . . well, again, no spoilers, you’ll have to read Feeling Dottie for yourself (or, better yet, jump right into the first Prime Cuts bundle and enjoy the first 3 tales). So much more than I expected, and that twist . . . goddamn, holy hell, and WTF . . . I loved that twist!

Rating: ♀ ♀ ♀ ♀ ♀ 

Author: Regina Watts
Publication Date: May 31, 2020
Protagonist Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Kink/Fetish: Femdom

My third literary dalliance with the magnificent Regina Watts, Her Roman Slave further proves that she can apply her erotic imagination to just about any genre and find something new and exciting within it to delight readers.

What excited me most about this was the multiple levels on which it works. It’s a story about genders, classes and roles that’s given added significance through the taboo of institutionalized slavery. In a world where it’s already unusual to see a woman such as Marcella hold such erotic power over a Roman Senator, it’s even more forbidden for her to take a slave as a lover. One affair risks mere scandal, the other risks her very freedom, and yet she is a domina and she shall claim what she desires.

The raw, sexual power and noble authority of Marcella is so intense that you can feel it in her every word, her every movement. This is a woman who expects satisfaction as her natural due, but one who also enjoys seeing her partners aroused and desperate. She is deliciously verbal, both in how she teases and humiliates Faustus, knowing he is already desperate to please her, and in how she seduces and commands Atticus, recognizing in him the desire to serve. A Mistress of detail and decadence, Watts does an exquisite job of highlighting the distinctions between the power exchanges, glossing over the former with haughty, dismissive snippets of narrative while indulging in the latter with passionate, detailed explorations of every word, every sound, every touch.

That taboo of domina and slave hangs heavy over the entire story, reminding us that indulging Her Roman Slave is far more than just an illicit dalliance, and the way in which exposure leads to a wider, darker, more depraved dynamic is breathtaking to witness.

Rating: ♀ ♀ ♀ ♀

Author: Regina Watts
Publication Date: Sept 14, 2020
Protagonist Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Kink/Fetish: Femdom, Futanari

At the risk of my immortal soul, I’m just going to come right out and say it – if Regina Watts isn’t a genuine witch, then I’ll be The Witch’s New Dolly. I mean, how else do you explain a woman who is so kinky, so dark, so brilliant . . . so intimately in tune with the most personal, most decadent depths of my imagination? I think I may have found my literary soulmate, and given what’s often hiding inside me, that’s a thought as terrifying as it is titillating.

This is threefold WLW erotica, with women loving women, witches loving women, and witches loving witches. It’s a story of sinister Sapphic (and Sabbath) seduction where nothing is ever quite what it seems, including the velvet furniture and headless dolls. Sabine is a weird, wicked, wanton force of supernatural lust, and the way Alma gives in to her seduction, playing along with her game of erotic transference while doubting everything about it is perversely beautiful. There’s a sharp contest of wills there, full of arguments about magic and protests about religion, but feeling is believing, and Alma can’t deny how much she wants to come back to play with Sabine’s coven.

There are so many scenes of intense imagination and extreme eroticism here, but one of my favorites . . . the scene that hooked me, that piqued my curiosity . . . was the voyeuristic glimpse of Sabine dressing a silent, docile, strange young woman as if she were a life-sized doll. It’s such a subtle, suggestive scene, so unlike anything else in the story, but it’s quiet promise excited me. As for the objectification of Alma, her slow transformation into a living doll is a delightful process, taking what initially seems to be a bit of fetish roleplay and transforming it into an inescapable. There’s a clear moment where everything changes, marked by a deliberate pronoun shift from she to it, and from that point on there’s no turning back for Alma or the reader.

Becoming The Witch’s New Dolly is an erotic prospect, but an unsettling one as well. There’s so much to envy and admire in Alma’s beautification, so much to long for in her helpless submission, so much to excite us in how Sabine’s coven uses magic to empower their lust, but the dark consequences of it all are truly frightening. Without getting into spoilers, the application of a strap-on has never been so delightful (or its removal so horrifying), and even if you’re kinky enough to have considered the autoerotic possibilities of a headless doll . . . your imagination has never gone here!

It’s a rare story that leaves me so conflicted between desire and dread, so aroused and yet so appalled, but the powerful beauty of Watts’ narrative is almost as enticing as the beautiful power of the witch she’s created. I seem to say this with every new story she sends my way, but The Witch’s New Dolly is my new favorite.

Rating: ♀ ♀ ♀ ♀ 

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