Meet the freaky little strumpets behind between the folds
janitor of joyful orfices - jess
An army veteran, former therapist, and full-time chaos wrangler, Jess now professionally helps humans like themselves without waiting to be perfect. Here, she’s unmedicated, unsupervised, and probably Googling “is it bad to search smut without a private browser?”
Cheese, books, and cats are her holy trinity. She’s been reading since before she understood horniness—shoutout to the rogue bodice ripper in her elementary school library that had her thighs squeezing for reasons she didn’t yet know.
These days, she devours fantasy written by women with strong characters and strong friendships. Smut is a bonus—but an extremely effective one, especially in the throes of peri-menopause. Smut reminds her she is still capable and wants be horny. It’s honestly more effective than most prescription meds.
She’ll read the spice in public. Make eye contact. Express every emotion on her face. She’s most likely to search Kindle for the word “cock” and read those scenes first, maybe circle back for the plot later.
When not running Smut Club Government in her quest for a Jess-appropriate title (seriously, stop suggesting ‘Juicy’), she’s texting friends about emotionally devastating plot twists or sexually devastating winged males.
Reading got her through childhood. Reading gets her through peri-menopause. When life feels impossible, she remembers: she can always find herself in a good book, a group text meltdown, or a fantasy man who growls, “Touch her and die.”
Lusty lieutenant- lindsay
Social worker by day, smut evangelist by night. Lindsay reads with her head, her heart, and her… 😉 When she’s not out there advocating for society’s most vulnerable, she’s diving into the deliciously depraved lives of fictional ones. Reading is her Netflix, horny fiction, her life raft; she insists that smut—shared aloud with friends—is the only way to survive in a world full of suffering and strife. Well, that and the Only Fans side hustle she’s drafting in her Notes App.
In the literary world, she’ll sacrifice sleep for cliff-hangers, and she just can’t get enough of that enemies-to-lovers angst. She’ll drop her panties for a voyeuristic vampire, a reformed bad-girl-with-a-heart-of-gold, or any morally gray love-interest who knows exactly where to sink their teeth. If there’s tension, trauma, and a good old fashioned fuck-me-hard-against-this-tree-while-your-best-friend-watches-and-jerks-off-slash-joins-in moment, she’s in.
On Between the Folds, Lindsay finds a way to be cheerfully open-minded about some truly unhinged plot lines. Expect unfiltered hot takes (her “unserious yet deadly-serious” hill: bestiality laws are suspect—fight her), late-night rants about the merits of semen as moisturizer, and wholehearted odes to Hallowpeen and the entire Sarah J. Maas universe.
Come for the explicit banter, stay for the catharsis—and don’t be surprised if she tries to recruit you for that OnlyFans concept or persuade you to join the nudist colony she hasn’t quite started (yet).
minister of moisture- elisa
Born of redwoods and saltwater, Elisa hails from the enchanted forests and wild coasts of California, where she once lived her best life as a free-range fairy. These days, she’s a lightning bolt of curls, cackles, and zero tolerance for bullshit, balancing her love for deep connection with an undying need to talk about smut on a microphone.
A proud late bloomer to the world of romance novels, Elisa went from book-avoidant to all-genres, all-the-time—with a special fondness for the kind of stories that bring a tingle to your spine (or your downstairs). She's the podcast’s big-laugh WTF-er who reads smut on planes, trains, and automobiles—truly an “anywhere and everywhere” menace.
Her toxic reading trait? Skipping straight to the good stuff and occasionally forgetting how the characters even got there. (Details are for mortals.) She’s turned on by possessive main characters—not cool in real life, but deeply satisfying in fantasy. Her ideal love interest? A quiet, tall, broad-chested man of few words and big impact—basically, her husband, Slurp. She will die on the hill that toilet paper goes over, not under. Don’t @ her.
When Elisa’s not spiraling into bookish chaos or making her co-hosts laugh on mic, she’s finding solace in the ocean or the woods, re-centering, reconnecting, and remembering what really matters. For her, reading isn’t just escapism, it’s a return to imagination. A reminder that in the middle of perimenopause, late-stage capitalism, and the slow unraveling of the world, there’s still magic in getting lost in a story—and suddenly seeing yourself in someone else's pages.