You Walk Up Slowly Behind Him, Praying He Doesnt See You In The Reflection Of The Glass. You Cant Help

You walk up slowly behind him, praying he doesn’t see you in the reflection of the glass. You can’t help yourself, salivating the whole time you were watching the performance. All that power was gonna be nearly impossible to contain, but perhaps if you had the element of surprise. You felt the carnal urge to claim that muscle for yourself as you finish creeping behind and pounce.

Hey little guy. You need help getting around? Don’t worry, Calvin is here to help you find your way. I’ll make sure you end up where you belong, no sweat. You better stay close, there’s a lot of predators in this area who would certainly— **GROWL** — ignore that . . .

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. We should make ballet vore a thing. Flexibility is power.

No, go on, keep running your mouth. Your disparaging comments are only making me hungrier . . .

Hey Hun, thoughts on a handsome soft dom pred that's, well, trying his best not to hurt you, and makes sure you're doing okay when you finally get inside him, all nicely tucked away and safe, and the only noises being his gentle praise, breathing, heartbeat, and tummy noises, and even the feeling of hin rubbing his tummy??

Sorry got a bit carried away-

That sounds heavenly. You should only apologize if you somehow don’t get carried away by that idea.

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.