A long long time ago, there was a book I had called "Nightmares: Poems to Trouble Your Sleep", and there was one poem in there I loved reading called "The Ghoul". It was about a ghoul (duh) that would lie in wait, and capture children, and it went into detail about him eating every last bit of them. That poem always fascinated me, and made me feel a bit odd. And growing up, I was usually fascinated by people being eaten. It wasn't until the last few years, that I thought to myself, "Wow, I narrowly avoided having a vore fetish", and just a few months ago, I finally took the plunge, and sought out some vore porn. And I was much more intrigued by it than I was expecting ...
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