Prey

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I want someone who enjoys being prey, that will dress in a pair of panties and a T-Shirt while I dress as Ghostface and chase you and hunt you down. Warning If caught will be breed. Flip side I’m big on aftercare, so cuddles and cookies will be provided by me. And if I can I’ll carry you around like a princess after. Woman only

I have no prior experience so you can mold me exactly to your liking. I am looking for a long term relationship that asserts control and takes what she wants when she wants it. I want someone i can yearn for. Gives me orders and calls me a good boy, showering me with praise and affection. I can also offer up some resistance if you're looking for some primal prey(i love cnc). I want to be your perfect good boy that earns your praise. No experience Doms are welcome as well.

Hey first time on here, I’m wondering if there’s anyone else into Vore in my area! If you are let me know I’d love to tease a preyslut~

Hey I’m usually a goofball so excuse the overly serious tone here.

The following applies to kink and life in general. I am attracted to subversion and eccentricity: not the performative variety but the unselfconscious kind. I abhor mindless ritual (like watching TV for its own sake) and strict rules that arbitrarily police the bounds of acceptable behaviour. I cherish exploration and carnal spontaneity.

I’m seeking a switch, but really what that means is I want someone who favours fluidity over one set dynamic. Assertiveness may not be your default state for example—that’s fine, I don’t care about “experience” or familiarity with a given state or role, I want to see that part of you because it is you who is the subject of my interest.

Quick stats
Mischievous, non-malicious troll
Love languages of kink, humour and song playlists.
Ironic media enthusiast
Crossdresser
Monogamous, childfree (and seeking same)

My kink philosophy
Kink is the shared exploration of our authentic selves (but hot). It is a love language, a marriage of deviants.
I don't see the need for an always firm line between dominance and submission. And I love flipping traditional dynamics on their head.

Kinks I like most in a SO:
Power struggle
Name-calling / verbal *** / hatefucking
Something weird

My kink results
100% switch, brat, brat tamer, ageplayer, degrader, degradee, hunter, prey

He was tall in the way shadows stretch at dusk—unapologetic, inevitable.
A Scorpio man, they whispered, as if the word itself carried a warning label. He didn’t stalk his prey with haste. He never had to. He waited, watched, learned. And when he moved, it was with intention sharp enough to cut silk.

She noticed him before she understood why.

It was the stillness. While the world rushed, he remained—leaning against the bar, fingers curled loosely around a glass he hadn’t touched in minutes. His gaze wasn’t hungry. It was curious. As if he were reading her rather than undressing her. That alone made her pulse stumble.

Most men chased. He invited.

When their eyes met, he didn’t smile. He tilted his head, just slightly, like a question mark given human form. It unsettled her. Intrigued her. She felt seen in a way that felt dangerous—not because he might hurt her, but because he might understand her.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said when she passed him, voice low and unhurried.

She stopped. Turned. “You don’t even know me.”

His lips curved then—not kind, not cruel. Knowing.
“Exactly.”

That was how he lured her—not with promises or pressure, but with permission. Permission to be curious. To step closer. To test the gravity between them.

He never touched her without invitation. Never cornered her. He simply spoke truths she hadn’t given voice to—about boredom disguised as ambition, about longing mistaken for restlessness. Each word wrapped around her like silk cords, tightening only because she leaned into them.

“You’re not prey,” he murmured one night as they stood beneath a flickering streetlight, shadows tangled at their feet. “You’re a hunter who forgot she enjoys the chase.”

Her breath caught. “And you?”

“I enjoy watching,” he said. “Until you ask me not to.”

That was the danger of him—not domination, but depth. He didn’t consume. He claimed, but only what was offered. And what she offered was her mind first—her questions, her darkness, her hunger to be understood without being softened.

When she finally stepped into him—into the heat of his presence, the quiet storm of his attention—it wasn’t because she was caught.

It was because she chose to be.

And in his arms, she learned the truth:
The most dangerous lure isn’t ***.

It’s recognition.

I need a primal dom who can keep up with me, who can spank me hard enough and who can give me that good ***al.