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When another woman walks in, the heat only builds. What begins as ritual ends as spectacle.

https://thepleasuretrove.substack.com/p/sweat-and-iron
December 25, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Read Receipts
A story told one bubble at a time.

11. The Sleepless Bit
Counting beats becomes remembering beaches. The night softens around instruction.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com
December 24, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Waters gives us swagger and oysters. The BBC lets Sunday night watch two women love without flinching. Lush costumes, kind gaze, joy that teaches. A quiet shift, a singing past, a canon moving in plain sight.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com
December 23, 2025 at 7:01 PM
When the blaze dies, the real fire begins.

Anthony, soot-streaked and spent from the inferno, stays behind in the ruins of a warehouse. He knows the flames weren’t an accident. Someone lit them with intent. Someone wanted to be seen.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com/p/scorched-thirst
December 23, 2025 at 1:02 AM
I strip the varnish and keep the grain. Honesty glows without polish. I let the sentence breathe clean.

https://amanofsubstance.com
December 22, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Nate comes to the coast to photograph emptiness and finds Rosa instead, a woman whose hands know how to smooth more than sheets.

https://thepleasuretrove.substack.com/p/salt-on-skin
December 22, 2025 at 7:02 AM
It began, as many disasters do, with Elaine talking about herself.

https://thegigglepit.substack.com/p/the-egg
December 22, 2025 at 1:02 AM
It's Purrday.
Malachie already says enough.
https://amanofsubstance.com
December 21, 2025 at 7:02 PM
💦 Why You’ll Love This Book
🛏 Gritty cuckold degradation in a sleaze-core motel
👁 Voyeurism, camera POV, surveillance smut
🧼 Piss, ass play, throat use, zero aftercare
🧷 Consensual non-consent & fantasy
📂 Case file format: no names, no backstory, just pure scene

Amazon:
https://geni.us/moteldrips
December 21, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Names are spells. Use them.

https://thefleshmargins.substack.com
December 19, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Who Picks Up the Rubbish

Utopias rot without someone to sweep. Build your worlds from the bottom up, the cleaners know its truths.

Learn the Art of Writing Fiction
https://theartofwritingfiction.substack.com/
December 19, 2025 at 7:02 AM
If you’re going to raw-dog in a military shower, at least bring a helmet.

https://thegigglepit.substack.com/p/steam-and-semen
December 19, 2025 at 1:02 AM
My plant is thriving on neglect. Finally, something that understands me.

Barney Farnham

https://thegigglepit.substack.com
December 18, 2025 at 7:02 PM
The page was never going to be enough.
Theo came to draw, but Nico had other ideas.
If art was meant to be clean, then they would ruin it.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com/p/smudge-and-stain
December 18, 2025 at 7:02 AM
She is more than his car. She is leather that grips, headlights that never blink, a voice hissing through static. When he trespasses on holy ground, she reminds him who owns the blasphemy.

https://thepleasuretrove.substack.com/p/psalm-for-the-ruined-saint
December 18, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Read Receipts
A story told one bubble at a time.

10. The Neighbour
Even strangers soundtrack our nights. Tragedy and pretension share a melody.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com
December 17, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Beauty and danger clasp hands in 1980s London. Booker glitter, BBC gloss, an elegy under the shine. Critics dodge the ledger of who pays and who dies. The camera stays calm while the undertow pulls.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com
December 16, 2025 at 7:01 PM
The doors of the asylum are already broken.
Marcus steps inside with his camera, searching for a backdrop of ruin. Instead, he finds a man who should not be there. Silent. Bare. Waiting.

https://thepleasureindex.substack.com/p/where-he-waits-thirst
December 16, 2025 at 1:02 AM
I drop my shoulders and listen under the ribs. Desire is not a mistake. It is a compass that speaks in pulse.

https://amanofsubstance.com
December 15, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Clara wears authority like a uniform. She tells people where to stand, when to move, when to get off. Until Liam stays seated at the final stop and asks, What happens if I miss it?

https://thepleasuretrove.substack.com/p/the-last-tram
December 15, 2025 at 7:02 AM
It began, like many of Ricky’s bad ideas, with a box that should never have existed.

https://thegigglepit.substack.com/p/game-night-of-doom
December 15, 2025 at 1:02 AM
It's Purrday.
Malachie already says enough.
https://amanofsubstance.com
December 14, 2025 at 7:02 PM
💘 Why You'll Love This Book
🔥 MMF+ dynamics with shifting power
🍃 Queer love that aches instead of explains
👑 Dominance with aftercare
🖌 Art as obsession
🧠 Erotica that reads like literature and bruises like truth

Amazon:
https://geni.us/yourstheirsstill
December 14, 2025 at 7:02 AM
The name moves into the hand, where work, touch, and worship begin. Ink sinks into the palm, and the body learns that every future gesture will carry the dead with it.

https://amanofsubstance.com/s/under-his-name
December 14, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Director’s chair, no pants.

https://thefleshmargins.substack.com
December 12, 2025 at 7:02 PM