The premise of Dirty Little Fuck Doll is a good one; insanely sexy, young nymphomaniac glamour model with epic proportions can’t go long without sex. There it is. Just a glorious festival of fucking, with beautiful people, beautiful scenes, porn-perfect characters and … lots of sex.
Unfortunately, I had to stop reading this book half way through. It could (and should) be a fantastic, erotic read. Due to poor proofing (please, learn how to properly place full stops and no, don’t place capital letters In The Middle Of Sentences For No Reason) and a disturbing amount of flowery, descriptive language, it just didn’t push my buttons. At all.
The author seems overly keen on two things. Long, drawn out sentences without proper placement of full stops, and describing every scene in such irrelevant detail that it detracts from the action. I was half way through the book and all our gorgeous protagonist had done was met a guy on a train, gone back to his pad and started to fuck him.
Sorry, but I need more drama, tension, friction. Gritty characters that have some essence of realism. Emotions! Not just two bodies mindlessly frottaging and penetrating because they just ‘can’t help it.’ Nor do I particularly care about the period style of a window, or door, or details of the garden that the bedroom overlooked.
Following possibly every male stereotypical fantasy going, Chloe is a glamour model, with fake tits, a rampaging nymphomaniac that pulls guys on the train then eventually can’t help but fuck him, suck his cock, walks around naked and begs him to have a threesome. Yawn.
I didn’t find anything particularly perverse in the book, other than how much reality I had to suspend to carry on reading page after page of poorly written yet somehow overly floral descriptions.
I’m disappointed that I didn’t find a Dirty Little Fuck Doll at all, in fact all that I found was a nauseatingly empty headed bimbo with legs akimbo.
If you like your erotica with less plot than a cheap porno (probably along the lines of Dirty MILF Lesbians with Big Tits 2), perhaps this book won’t disappoint. For anyone with an imagination, stay well away.
PS. I love the cover.
