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Holy shit, I’m in.

I have no clue how this is going to go, but from what I’ve read, this is the best and safest site to use. Excitement races through me as I scroll through different profiles, kink lists, chats, and educational tabs. There’s a lot to read about and explore, but the knot in my stomach eases because I feel more confident about my decision to take this leap when I see how thorough this app is.

I’ve spent the better part of six months teetering on whether to join something like this or continue down the road of videos and spicy books to figure out what I like and don’t like.

Being inspired by what I read in my beloved smut books has been great—authors have a lot of imagination—but reading about it and getting turned on, and experiencing it firsthand, are not the same sometimes. I’ve been scared to dive into what I find most alluring, and I want a partner who knows what they’re doing because I’m not experienced enough.

One of the billion reasons He-who-is-a-dipshit and I didn’t work out was because he never listened to what I wanted and the few times he tried to “entertain” my fantasies, he nearly turned them into nightmares.

But on this site, seeing I’m not alone with what turns me on, I feel seen and understood.

Primal is the one thing that really revs me up. I like rough sex. I love the idea of being chased. I want to be forced to the ground and ravished. I want a man growling in my ear, dominating me and fucking me so good I can’t walk the next day.

Damn, I’m wet just thinking about it.

My heart races as I scroll through different profiles, comparing my tastes with theirs. Everyone is different, and even though I’m not much for some of these kinks, I’d be willing to try most of them at least once.

I think.

Probably.

One profile in particular catches my interest immediately: WolfByte.

Okay, that name is cheesy as fuck. I love it.

Clicking on their profile, a gorgeous man with black hair and brown eyes stares back at me. He has snakebite piercings on his bottom lip. Yes. Please. I smash his Kinklist button so fast, it’s a miracle I don’t crack my phone screen. The first word on their very long list is PRIMAL.

My mouth waters.

Checking out the rest of his profile, I don’t really know what some of it means, but I’ll google all the kink terms later. I tap on his picture again. Too bad I can’t see the rest of his body, but if it’s half as hot as his face, then I’m a goner. Before chickening out, I send him a wink.

OMG, I just did it. I initiated the first move. Go me!

This small act feels really empowering. I’m taking charge of what I want in a lover and I’m so proud of myself for taking this leap. Doing something like this is scary and, honestly, probably a little dangerous too. Jumping onto a fetish site requires caution, but tonight, I’m sick of being careful, I want to be wild.

K!nkLink Bot: WolfByte would like to chat. Do you consent?

I stare at the two bubbles that pop up—green for yes, red for no.

Holy shit. Okay, play it cool, Mak. You got this.

I hit the green bubble and a chat screen opens.

WolfByte: …

I wait impatiently for the little dots to stop moving, then I realize the three little dots are all he’s sent me. What the hell?

Pricurious: Hi.

WolfByte: You’re new.

Pricurious: Is it that obvious?

I mean, damn, I just logged in. What is this guy, a gatekeeper or stalker or something?

WolfByte: The little pink dot on your profile marks you as new.

Oh. Well, never mind then.