500 Subscriptions! So, what's next?

You can't spell 'Subscription' without 'Porn Biscuits'.

Blimey.

500 folk (Technically 521 at the time of writing as I’ve been slow to get this post written) subscribed to the Treasure Chest. Who’d ever have ‘thunk it?

Certainly not me, I can tell you. When I limped over to this little corner of the internet still licking my wounds and grieving from the loss of my once beloved Reddit account, I had vague hopes that perhaps a few dozen of the dedicated few follows I’d amassed may endeavour to seek me out in pastures new. Because the internet is an ephemeral beast. People disappear in the blink of an eye yet vanish largely unnoticed. If they’re spared even a single passing thought in their absence then they’ve done well. For all I may have garnered several thousand followers, I wasn’t convinced anyone was likely to notice the absence of a rarely posted sexual anecdote peppered with unecessary digressions.

I reasoned if I could gather fifty or on the migratory path so I’d have something worthwhile, and I’d stick with this unknown Substack spot a while longer.

To my humble delight and barely contained glee, over one hundred of you found me within the month. I was immediately filled with lofty ambitions of building my own little community of like-minded folk right here; a place for perverts and puns, dogging and digression, cum and kind company.

And swiftly did fuck all about it.

Sure, I’d repost old tales - as indeed I still am. But this was more as an archive of the halcyon days than as ambitious as forging anything new. And, thus, the substack tottered forward, occasionally gathering a newcomer but, by-and-large, sitting comfortably with the same hundred or so folk as actively sought me out in the first place.

And then something happened.

I’d love to expand on that point, but I can’t. *Something* happened. And I’ve genuinely no idea what.

Suddenly, new folk were flocking here in their thousands. And I’m not exaggerating:

I don’t know what caused it - but suddenly just shy of 40,000 pairs of eyes had taken an interest in the Treasure Chest.

If you are one of the newcomers - Welcome! Do please let me know how you found me. I’m genuinely curious!

But, dear reader, you’re not here for a history lesson or for my idle and factless wonderings as to how we got here. You’re here for some tits:

Just pretend this a gag about ‘Sizeable balloons’ or somehing.

Now, what’s next?

Well, that’s the question isn’t it. And one I should probably have posed before the cleavage caused a distraction.

I’ll start by outlining my own (very vague) plans:

1. New Content.
   The Old-Hands, the Diehards and the Archive Hunters finally get their wish. New anecdotes are coming. *Lots* of them.

2. Completing the Archive

   I want this to be the one location of all my anecdotes, so among the new stuff you’ll also see me regularly reposting the ‘classic' tales, all with new pictures to accompany to give you a reason to at least give it a passing glance again.

3. An Interactive ‘Community’ Element
   Voting for which anecdote will be next. Plus hopefully more - I’ll be honest, I’ve not thought this one through yet.

So, as you can see; delicious vague plans are afoot.

BUT I want to know what *YOU* all want. What’s going make you keep coming back? What sort of content do you want to see? Let me know!

Finally, a massive and sincere thank you to each and every one of you who reads my nonsense. Or, at the very least, goes through the repeated tedium of deleting it from your inbox unread. You’re wonderful people, and it genuinely puts a smile on my face every day knowing there are folk out there signing up to read my capers.

Also: I’m taking suggestions for a collective noun with which to refer to you all. ‘Chesties’ sounds like a brand of cough sweet, and I’m sure we can do better.

Alice x