Chapter 2

The ride home from the care home was a blur. My mind spun with thoughts of the website Clara had mentioned. Her words echoed in my head, low and sultry, *“He knew exactly how to make a woman feel good.”* The way she’d said it—like it was a secret she couldn’t keep to herself—sent a shiver down my spine. My thighs pressed together instinctively, a slow, aching heat building between them. Desire coiled in my stomach, hot and amazing. What would that feel like? To be touched by someone who knew exactly what I needed. A man who could unravel me with just his hands, his mouth, his— I fumbled with my keys as I unlocked the door to my small apartment. Tossing my bag onto the couch, I kicked off my shoes and stood in the dimly lit living room. The silence of the empty space pressed in on me, heavy and suffocating. Letting out a shaky breath, I reached for my phone. A part of me hesitated. Was I really considering this? Signing up for some website that matched you with... strangers? A lot of things could go wrong. But the thought of it—of someone out there waiting to fulfill my deepest desires—made my pulse quicken. My nipples tightened beneath my shirt, and I crossed my arms over my chest as if to shield myself from my own thoughts. I was tired of coming home to an empty apartment, tired of yearning for something more. Tired of touching myself in the dark, imagining hands that weren’t there, a mouth that never came. Before I could second-guess myself, I sank onto the couch and unlocked my phone. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I typed the name of the website into the search bar. The screen loaded, revealing a sleek black-and-gold homepage with bold letters: **Welcome to DesireMatch — Where Fantasies Come to Life.** My breath caught. A seductive image of intertwined hands filled the background, fingers laced together in a way that was both intimate and possessive. Below it was a simple prompt: **Ready to explore your desires? Fill out the form and take the first step.** I swallowed hard, my fingers hovering over the screen. I tapped the button to begin. The first question appeared in bold: **What brings you to DesireMatch?** Options followed: - Exploring new experiences - Seeking physical connection - Fulfillment of specific fantasies I selected the last option, and the next question made me pause: **Describe your deepest desire in a few words.** Heat flushed my cheeks. I glanced around my empty apartment as if someone might see me typing. Slowly, I let my fingers move across the screen: *I want to be taken. Not gently, not sweetly, but with a hunger that matches my own. I want to feel his hands on me, rough and demanding, pinning me down until I can’t move. I want his mouth on my skin, his teeth grazing my neck, his tongue tracing every curve until I’m trembling. I want to feel him inside me, filling me completely, until I forget my own name and then watch as my belly gets swollen with a new life. I want to be consumed, owned, ruined—and then put back together, piece by piece, until I’m whole again.* I hit next, my heart racing. The questions became more intimate, probing into preferences, boundaries, and fantasies I’d barely admitted to anyone. My body grew warmer, my skin tingling as I typed out words I’d never spoken aloud. **Do you enjoy being dominated?** *Yes.* **Do you want to feel out of control?** *Yes.* **Describe your ideal encounter.** I hesitated, my fingers trembling. Then, slowly, I began to type: *Rough hands pin me, my body arching into every demanding touch. No hesitation, no holding back, just raw, primal desire. I want to be claimed, filled until there's nothing left but heat and chaos, knowing that when it's over, I will be swollen with proof of that passion, life growing inside me.* Then I was asked my age and my preference — do I prefer older men or younger men? I answered them all then I hit submit, my chest heaving. The screen blinked, processing my response. For a moment, I felt exposed, as if I’d stripped myself bare for a stranger to see. But there was also a thrill in it, a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in years. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a confirmation screen appeared: **Thank you for completing your profile. Our system is searching for your perfect match.** I exhaled my body tense from anticipation. Was this crazy? Probably. But I couldn’t stop now. My hand drifted to my thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin as I waited. The air felt heavier, charged with something electric. A notification popped up. **We’ve found a match.** My breath hitched as I opened the message. **Hello, Nina. I see you're searching for something real. Something raw. I’m here to make sure you get exactly what you need. Are you ready?** A shiver ran down my spine. The message was signed with a single letter: **D.** I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. His words were simple, but they carried a weight that made my stomach flutter. My breath came in shallow gasps. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. I bit my lip, my fingers hovering over the screen. Was I ready? Could I really do this? Before I could overthink it, I typed: **Yes.** The screen went dark for a moment, and then a new message appeared. **Good girl. Let’s begin.**