Deforges has high cachet among French erotic writers: much vilified and a target for the morality police. That, and the fact that she "was the first woman to own and operate a publishing house in France" (Wikipedia) make her a compelling figure.
This collection of five short erotic stories is very beautifully written, no doubt, but somehow, despite the dirtiness and frequent transgressions across taboo boundaries -- or maybe because of those -- I often found myself not aroused. Almost all of these stories get off to great starts, often imaginative and poetic, and then go off into very crude directions. The first story, "The Storm," is a perfect example. It starts off detailing the strange grief of a young widow who channels her pain into an unreal continuation of her romantic/sexual relationship with her husband -- literally having sex with the tombstone and earth of his grave. This part of the story is quite good, but then it veers off into a grotesque tangent in which she willingly submits to rape by a family of dirty half-breed retards and the family's dog. Many of the stories are beautiful at building atmosphere and evoking a sense of place (the second story, "Made in Hong Kong," also is effective in this way) but, again, the sexual passages seem to hinge on gang rape and humiliation of the central female protagonist. Deforges' preoccupations with defilement and death struck me as mostly morbid and a huge turn-off.
A common theme of most of the stories seem to be the debauchery of a high-class woman at the hands of vile lower class men. The woman enters these previously off-limits realms partly via madness and via her own poor judgment and partly through a compelling inability to stop herself.
In many ways, it is easy to see the influence of George Bataille (Story of the Eye) on her work. I thought Story of the Eye was better.
"Old Man Renaud's Funeral" was possibly the most fun story in the collection, detailing a luxuriant dinner and wild sex party on a farm following the burial of the farm owner. The return of the farm owner's beautiful niece serves as the aphrodisiac that gets the juices of the farmhands and maidens flowing, and the story manages a surprising lesbian twist.
So, despite excellent atmosphere and literary skill, I found this collection ultimately nonessential erotica. Your mileage may vary.