Neither One Intends To Go Through With It, At Least Not Beyond A Quiet Musing, Yet Neither Acted To Prevent

Neither one intends to go through with it, at least not beyond a quiet musing, yet neither acted to prevent what is becoming increasingly inevitable. I’ve seen this happen Time and Time again, the pair so intoxicated by the other than the intensity of that passion. Gripping, clawing at the other, closer and closer, more and more intense. They want to be closer and closer until eventually, subconsciously, close isn’t close enough. Drink off the other the passion will build until one inevitably gets pulled inside the other. There’s one way this ends, with one curled up inside the other, one united man where there once were two. Then comes the real question. Does love prevail and there are two once more, or does the winner get overwhelmed by the sensation and dissolve the trapped man into his skin as the spoils of his unintentional victory. All too common phenomenon.

Don’t be fooled, that bottle never sees anything but water and electrolytes, as its owner stares off at the eligible boy chicks, mulling over which one to pick off. It takes men to feed some men and with those strong arms, determined jaw and powerful ass it’s not a question of if he eats someone in the next ten minutes, but who and which way.

Do you play any vore sports yourself? Any you still want to try?

Though I love watching them, no I do not. While I would love to play, the simple fact of the matter is that I’m not on top of the food chain and I know it. Though I can hold my own with the average pred, I know I’d meet my match sooner or later if I’m competing against the best of the best. As it stands I get so many amazing meals with such lower risk I don’t think I’ll join any for a while. They are so exciting to spectate though.

This is your last chance to run and you know it. The eyes say it all. He’s sizing you up as he grows excited by the prospects of gulping you down. I’m not saying you’ll get away if you try and make a break for it now, but you sure as hell aren’t gonna survive if you hesitate another moment.

Can we all take a moment to appreciate the predator who lived next door growing up. Just a simple man with a big appetite. Always was really gentle with kids, understood it was unforgivable to eat teenagers and was always really encouraging when I started hunting my own prey. I owe my life to him, literally. A predator with a strict set of morals, he wouldn’t eat any parents. So naturally one day when he decides my dad looks like his next dinner, my dad lies and says that my mom was pregnant. Quickly ran home and got busy making me because he knew if there wasn’t a baby growing in that belly, he’d be melting in the neighbor’s belly.

Far and away the top predators, with only one vote separating them are:

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