Businessman by necessity, demon of the dark arts by choice 😈
You didn't find this page by accident.
You were searching for something. The edge. The truth hiding beneath the polite smiles and boring conversations. The ache in your gut that tells you there's more.
I write the words that make your thighs press together. The thoughts you're too afraid to even think. These stories aren't just fiction; they are fragments of the soul, confessions whispered in the dead of night, and desires given permission to breathe.
Some are mine. 🖤
Some are yours.
My world is one of iron control in the boardroom and exquisite surrender in the shadows. It's the sharp scent of a tailored suit 🥂 and the sharper sting of a command whispered against your skin. I write about the beautiful wreckage that happens when you finally stop fighting what you crave.
This is more than a page. It's a sanctuary for the depraved. 📜
A private invitation to explore the corners of your mind you've been taught to ignore. Every story is a key, designed to unlock a part of you, to make you so wet you can't think straight, to give you a fantasy so vivid you'll forget what's real and what's mine.
Read on.
Let me become your favorite obsession.
- Mumbai, India.
- JoinedJuly 19, 2012
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Story by Mac
- 1 Published Story
Worshiped in the Storm
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The storm wasn't the most dangerous thing that night.
He arrived wrapped in thunder, sharp suit, darker eyes...
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