first phase of the erotica survey writeup is almost finished. this thing is a behemoth, and you'll see why. anyway here's an appetiser:
Fuck Yourself Fridays (18+)
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Fuck Yourself Fridays: queer-friendly, body positive 18+ shorts published on the last Friday of every month! 💷 ko-fi.com/mortalityplays 📚 mortalityplays.itch.io
![Banner image: a naked person wrapped up in red ribbons, holding a string of lights.
Text: Festive Sale Dec 20 - Jan 03 [the number '03' has been struck out and replaced with '5th!']
Published stories $2.49 each
All $7 season bundles active
OR full back catalogue for $20](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3f75hhbnfk5oxafew53zg7qf/bafkreigyfwllynm6uq3tqhancduq5kscdkpqqzunn5kbysakhkadorfmye)
![COVER: An older woman in silhouette strikes a pin-up pose on top of a stack of wrapped gifts. She wears a sequined gold gown that cascades suggestively off her thighs, and holds a sprig of mistletoe.
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TITLE: Don’t Unwrap ‘til Christmas
SUBTITLE: Written by R/L Monroe, Cover by Taylor Titmouse
TEXT:
“Oh not at all, Davey, I quite understand.”
“With my knees, and Lola running around after the kids—”
“The children must come first, especially at this time of the year.”
“—Deborah only invited them home to spite me, you know. Thirty years old and still don’t know how to pick up after themselves. She taught ‘em that way on purpose.”
“Poor dear, it must be really chaotic.”
“She can’t stand to see me have a good time, and so she takes it out on the help.”
“Well, I just thought I’d call and make sure. You know, you two are welcome every year. Deborah too, if she’d like to come.”
“That’d be the day. Well, I appreciate it, Candy. It’s always good to know you’re thinking of us – and we’ll be thinking of you. We’d drive down just for the day, if it weren’t for this weather. But Lola gets nervous with the ice, and I don’t like to drive at night so much these days—”
“Davey, you don’t have to explain a thing. Chag sameach from all of us, and do wish Lola a happy Christmas. Maybe we’ll see you next year.”
“Next year, maybe. You and the rest enjoy yourselves, huh? I know you will.”
Candela lay the phone down square beside her planner. She took up her pen and pulled a neat line of ink through David & Lola. The last set of names on her list, bar one. And as if in answer to that thought, her phone lit right up again and began to buzz and dance across the table. She caught it with one manicured hand.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3f75hhbnfk5oxafew53zg7qf/bafkreigqtggp7qjlnyna4nzzrxnlxh3opro7oli2tuuyllyqpk2pa3e5oi)
![Covers and review quotes for each work in the bundle:
Title: Break and Enter
Cover: A figure asleep in bed, from the POV of someone outside the open window at night.
Quotes:
"Really cute, believable characters just make the scenario that much hotter."
"Bold and I love it. It's refreshing to see from the POV of [the top]."
"My subs and drones in the room felt seen, but also: it's hot."
Title: Bodysnatched
Cover: A skeletal finger points to a half-finished jigsaw of a smiling girl with green skin, stitched together frankenstein's monster style.
Quote: "You must meet the Bone Lord."'
Title: Sangfroid
Cover: Two people kneel in silhouette, with red leashes and collars around their necks. They're framed by a woman's legs in the foreground wearing sharp red heels. The white background is lightly bloodstained.
Quotes:
"Oh this awakened something in me."
"God Damn."](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3f75hhbnfk5oxafew53zg7qf/bafkreig27z3twketoreqac664c7edxmeg3udohj4gi44eb6fxgkdmvkffq)
![Cover image shows two silhouetted figures kneeling in the background, ech wearing a red leash and collar. A plus-size woman's legs frame them in the foreground, culminating in sharp red heels.
Title: Sangfroid
Text: 18+, R/L Monroe
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Sangfroid
Written by R/L Monroe
Cover by Taylor Titmouse
The sun bled out along the horizon like a dying soldier, pooling scarlet light along its passage. Sky and earth were two vast frozen planes hung one above the other; an infinity shot of snowfall and snow yet to fall, whose only interruptions were black teeth of spruce and aspen biting at the clouds. The sunset licked their branches with borrowed fire, and for a few minutes transformed the shimmering snowfields into the surface of the Phlegethon. The sun limped on toward its final resting place, and eerie blue shadows circled like carrion eaters, waiting for it to succumb. At last it dipped, it wavered, and it let out its last glowing breath. The sun fell, and night fell upon it.
From the upper reaches of a dark glass building – a strange black cube on the dusk-blue snow – the air crackled and warmed. Lightless windows shivered. Percussion gleamed in the air, metallic, celestial, and then five chords. A smooth, soulful rhythm, cool and coy as the settling evening. Birds scattered from the treeline. A woman’s voice rolled out, amplified across the valley:
I can do what I want.
I’m in complete control.
That’s what I tell myself.
*
The car dropped Lloyd at the top of the road, where the only options left for a driver were to brave the snowy mountainside or hairpin right back the way they came.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3f75hhbnfk5oxafew53zg7qf/bafkreihkes2xizpx2ldxgt7ma7nm7xxgfdoueyriqb3stfuacrbzhd6ykq)
