I found the website three weeks ago.
Drunk. Lonely. Scrolling through forums I shouldn’t have been on, reading about fantasies too dark to act on safely. Someone mentioned a service – anonymous matching, verified participants, negotiated scenarios with safe words and aftercare protocols.
I spent an hour filling out questionnaires.
Limits. Hard nos. Soft maybes. And desires – the ones I’d never told anyone, the ones I barely admitted to myself.
Two strangers breaking into my home.
Masks hiding their faces.
No names exchanged.
Complete loss of control.
I described what I wanted in detail. The fear. The struggle. The moment of genuine terror before my body remembered this was arranged. I wanted it to feel real – as real as a consensual scenario could feel.
The confirmation email came
