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White-collar professional. Black-hearted smuttist. Lives in Scotland. Writes explicit fiction for adults only.
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1001 Sighs: Arabian Nights Retold (18+)
Dive into a labyrinth of flesh and fantasy, where every ending is just the beginning of another tale. 1001 SIGHS reimagines "A Thousand and One Nights" with raw sensuality and dark magic, inviting you to lose yourself in the eternal dance of love and power.
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Like Father, Like Sin
In the opulent confines of Shanti Nivas, where every room hides a secret, Arjun, the disgraced son of a powerful Delhi family, spirals into isolation and self-destruction. His mother Meera, the unyielding matriarch, views him as a stain on the family’s legacy, while his father Rajesh, a ghost in his own home, is overshadowed by Meera’s dominance. The family dinner table becomes a courtroom where Arjun is perpetually on trial, his failures laid bare under the judgment of his sister Priya, a successful entrepreneur who watches him with a mix of pity and frustration. But when Lakshmi, the enigmatic housemaid, walks in on Arjun in a moment of vulnerability, she seizes control, transforming their dynamic in a single, possessive act. This shift in power ignites a series of revelations and manipulations, as Arjun discovers the complex web of relationships and secrets that bind the household. As he navigates the treacherous waters of family dynamics and hidden desires, Arjun emerges from the shadows, no longer a son, but an heir, wielding the secrets of the house to forge a new, dangerous order.
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Her Threshold (18+)
The Ribeye Was Imported. The Consequences Are Absolute. Kavita closes ₹330 crore APAC deals before lunch and commands VCs from glass towers on MG Road. She battles mansplaining executives in Jimmy Choos and Raw Mango silk, then comes home to a duplex in Indiranagar where her mother’s WhatsApp messages about "suitable Brahmin boys" go ignored. But tonight, one distracted mistake—a burnt imported ribeye from Foodhall, a scroll through her phone muting her mother’s matchmaking—has reduced her to something far more primal: a woman on her knees, waiting in the dark. He ordered her upstairs hours ago. Arms trembling, body locked in a position of offering, she waits for the footsteps she knows are coming while the IPL commentary drifts up from the living room. He’s down there. Drinking his Amrut Fusion. Watching RCB bat. Living his life while she holds the pose, the peppery olive oil from 12th Main still slick between her cheeks, the memory of his finger circling where no one has touched—where a "good Brahmin girl" never allows—burning hotter than the humiliation. She expected punishment for the steak. She didn't expect preparation. What happens next isn't mercy. It isn't gentle. It's the slow, deliberate claiming of the one surrender that terrifies her most—not just the physical act, but the obliteration of every expectation her family, her culture, and she herself have placed on her flesh. When he asks "Do you want this?" the question carries the weight of her entire upbringing. To say yes is to betray every warning whispered at temple weddings. To say yes is to finally be free. By morning, the ribeye will be forgotten. The woman who eats men for breakfast will understand what it means to be consumed—and to consume her own shame until only devotion remains. Some mistakes aren't meant to be punished. They're meant to be transcended.
InkSatiable
1001 Sighs: Arabian Nights Retold (18+)
Dive into a labyrinth of flesh and fantasy, where every ending is just the beginning of another tale. 1001 SIGHS reimagines "A Thousand and One Nights" with raw sensuality and dark magic, inviting you to lose yourself in the eternal dance of love and power.
InkSatiable
Like Father, Like Sin
In the opulent confines of Shanti Nivas, where every room hides a secret, Arjun, the disgraced son of a powerful Delhi family, spirals into isolation and self-destruction. His mother Meera, the unyielding matriarch, views him as a stain on the family’s legacy, while his father Rajesh, a ghost in his own home, is overshadowed by Meera’s dominance. The family dinner table becomes a courtroom where Arjun is perpetually on trial, his failures laid bare under the judgment of his sister Priya, a successful entrepreneur who watches him with a mix of pity and frustration. But when Lakshmi, the enigmatic housemaid, walks in on Arjun in a moment of vulnerability, she seizes control, transforming their dynamic in a single, possessive act. This shift in power ignites a series of revelations and manipulations, as Arjun discovers the complex web of relationships and secrets that bind the household. As he navigates the treacherous waters of family dynamics and hidden desires, Arjun emerges from the shadows, no longer a son, but an heir, wielding the secrets of the house to forge a new, dangerous order.
InkSatiable
Like Father, Like Sin
In the opulent confines of Shanti Nivas, where every room hides a secret, Arjun, the disgraced son of a powerful Delhi family, spirals into isolation and self-destruction. His mother Meera, the unyielding matriarch, views him as a stain on the family’s legacy, while his father Rajesh, a ghost in his own home, is overshadowed by Meera’s dominance. The family dinner table becomes a courtroom where Arjun is perpetually on trial, his failures laid bare under the judgment of his sister Priya, a successful entrepreneur who watches him with a mix of pity and frustration. But when Lakshmi, the enigmatic housemaid, walks in on Arjun in a moment of vulnerability, she seizes control, transforming their dynamic in a single, possessive act. This shift in power ignites a series of revelations and manipulations, as Arjun discovers the complex web of relationships and secrets that bind the household. As he navigates the treacherous waters of family dynamics and hidden desires, Arjun emerges from the shadows, no longer a son, but an heir, wielding the secrets of the house to forge a new, dangerous order.
InkSatiable
Her Threshold (18+)
The Ribeye Was Imported. The Consequences Are Absolute. Kavita closes ₹330 crore APAC deals before lunch and commands VCs from glass towers on MG Road. She battles mansplaining executives in Jimmy Choos and Raw Mango silk, then comes home to a duplex in Indiranagar where her mother’s WhatsApp messages about "suitable Brahmin boys" go ignored. But tonight, one distracted mistake—a burnt imported ribeye from Foodhall, a scroll through her phone muting her mother’s matchmaking—has reduced her to something far more primal: a woman on her knees, waiting in the dark. He ordered her upstairs hours ago. Arms trembling, body locked in a position of offering, she waits for the footsteps she knows are coming while the IPL commentary drifts up from the living room. He’s down there. Drinking his Amrut Fusion. Watching RCB bat. Living his life while she holds the pose, the peppery olive oil from 12th Main still slick between her cheeks, the memory of his finger circling where no one has touched—where a "good Brahmin girl" never allows—burning hotter than the humiliation. She expected punishment for the steak. She didn't expect preparation. What happens next isn't mercy. It isn't gentle. It's the slow, deliberate claiming of the one surrender that terrifies her most—not just the physical act, but the obliteration of every expectation her family, her culture, and she herself have placed on her flesh. When he asks "Do you want this?" the question carries the weight of her entire upbringing. To say yes is to betray every warning whispered at temple weddings. To say yes is to finally be free. By morning, the ribeye will be forgotten. The woman who eats men for breakfast will understand what it means to be consumed—and to consume her own shame until only devotion remains. Some mistakes aren't meant to be punished. They're meant to be transcended.
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