Sometimes, I just know that my book is good. Really good. I reread it and I’m proud of what I’ve written. I think everyone else will enjoy it if they give it a chance. Like Christine: Courtship. I know it’s a fantastic erotic romance, and I’ve got 8 5-star reviews on Goodreads to prove it. It’s just a matter of getting people to try them – marketing – something I’ve barely begun to scratch the surface of.
Sometimes, I’m not sure. I mean, I think I did a good job, but I’m not sure that I hit the mark that I was aiming for. That was the case with Cherie’s Awakening: A Futa Story. So, when a renowned connoisseur and futanari specialist with some incredible books under her belt said “I’m going to take a look at one of your futa books”, I was both excited and a little scared that she wouldn’t like it. I need not have feared. She gave it 5 stars and wrote a short review. This is what she had to say:
“Something I absolutely love in erotic fiction is taking the journey with a woman as she discovers her love for other women. Cherie’s Awakening delivers just that, and with such yummy detail! Not only was Cherie’s unplanned fling with her futa lover a delight to read, but the icing on the cake was the sensual self-love scene that follows (self-love in erotica is so important and so much fun to read!). An excellent story, and I truly hope this isn’t the last we see of Cherie.”
I went into this one not knowing much beyond the taboo connections between Catholicism and sexuality, and that futanari are undeniably extremely erotic beings. It certainly makes for an intriguing combination and one that can’t help but pique your interest. You have to ask yourself a few questions, such as “If we consider God’s crowning achievement to be creating and putting two naked people together that he imbued with healthy libidos and the urge to procreate, why would sex be a bad thing?”, “If nuns are the brides of God, does that mean the Creator is polyamorous?”, “Since ‘bride’ implies marriage and marriage carries the expectation of sex…?” and a few million more.
The story doesn’t waste any time getting to the place that you expect simply from the title, but it does it in a way that is as sincere as it is sexually charged. Valenti doesn’t mock or otherwise insult the church or its beliefs, instead showing that sensuality, sexuality, and spirituality can all be woven together into a harmonious union. In the process, we learn about the forgiveness that is often preached and that it must begin with ourselves. Conservative Christians and Catholics will undoubtedly get their panties in a twist, but mine were soaking wet and needed to be changed two or three times.