FalcorsDisaster
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- Jan 13, 2026
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Dane is 23 years old, male, 5'11", awkward and quiet. Black hair, blue eyes. Built like a mini fridge, muscular but soft, and dense.
I am looking for any gender rp partner.
For this specific one I am looking for a couple kinks in particular. Stalking obviously, pred prey, perhaps capture or mild torture(this could go in either direction), voyeurism, denial, public arousal
My only limits are vomit and scat.
I'm interested in starting something short or long, id like to feel it out and see where it goes. Here's a start point, hope to hear from you soon
I have been watching you for a long time, longer than you have known. I follow you at the edge of the woods as you go on your walk in the mornings. I watch you swirl that spoon in that jar of honey, twirling it to get the exact right amount, not dripping, as you put it in your coffee cup and stir lazily, rinsing the spoon and putting it on top of the coffee pot, as if to say you'll make another cup, which you almost never do. I followed you all the way into the city once, your hair caught the morning sun just so and I simply couldn't help myself, I had to see the glimmer again. I am watching you now, from the edge of the woods, as you go into the front door of your building, I'm lucky you are the ground floor corner apartment, or this game wouldn't be so tantalizing.
I know you know. You must know. I can feel it. I can almost smell you, right there at your door, just ten paces from me.
I am looking for any gender rp partner.
For this specific one I am looking for a couple kinks in particular. Stalking obviously, pred prey, perhaps capture or mild torture(this could go in either direction), voyeurism, denial, public arousal
My only limits are vomit and scat.
I'm interested in starting something short or long, id like to feel it out and see where it goes. Here's a start point, hope to hear from you soon
I have been watching you for a long time, longer than you have known. I follow you at the edge of the woods as you go on your walk in the mornings. I watch you swirl that spoon in that jar of honey, twirling it to get the exact right amount, not dripping, as you put it in your coffee cup and stir lazily, rinsing the spoon and putting it on top of the coffee pot, as if to say you'll make another cup, which you almost never do. I followed you all the way into the city once, your hair caught the morning sun just so and I simply couldn't help myself, I had to see the glimmer again. I am watching you now, from the edge of the woods, as you go into the front door of your building, I'm lucky you are the ground floor corner apartment, or this game wouldn't be so tantalizing.
I know you know. You must know. I can feel it. I can almost smell you, right there at your door, just ten paces from me.
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