Personally, when a predator tells me that they want me inside of them, there is just something so awesome, thrilling, near-magical in that statement, that declaration that I am the edible item of their salivating desire to feed the need. They want to taste me, to swallow me, and feel me slide down inside of them to be contained and held under their skin, scales, fur, belly, muscle gut, abs; to be shut away from the outside and kept in a space that is warm, sloshy, gurgling and hungry, eager to hold me: it reaches such a pinnacle of fantasy and pleasure. I really enjoy it, I hope others do too. That big dominating hungry approach is one I enjoy a whole hell of a lot.
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