 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Children: |
N/A |
| Education: |
High School |
| Religion: |
Catholic |
| Smoke: |
Yes |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Witcher |
| Body Type: |
Body builder |
| Height: |
6' 3" |
| Ethnicity: |
Other |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Found what I''ve been looking for :) |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Fetishes, Domination, Costumes, Sadism & Masochism, A Public Place |
| Sex is Best: |
Passionate, Loving, Experimental, Wild, Kinky, In a Relationship, With My Wildwoman ;) |
| Cybersex: |
Yes |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Tell Me You Love Me, Talk Dirty to Me, Tell Me I'm The Best, Make Me Do It, Teach Me New Tricks, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Experienced, Loving, Passionate, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Nasty, Adventurous, Aggressive, Passive, Wild, Role Player |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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WildManRTDR's Scoop
About me:
Amidst the moon-drenched forest, where shadows weave their secrets, a black lycan child emerges—a creature of primal magic and ancient lineage. Its fur, midnight-dark and sleek, clings to its lithe form. Each sinewy muscle quivers with latent power, ready to spring into action.
The child’s eyes, oh, those crimson orbs! They burn like embers in the heart of a forgotten bonfire. When they lock onto you, it’s as if they pierce the veil between worlds. They hold memories of moonlit hunts, whispered incantations, and the taste of blood on snow.
Around the lycan child, gnarled trees stretch their limbs, their bark etched with symbols older than time. Moonlight filters through their leaves, casting intricate patterns on the forest floor. The air smells of damp earth, moss, and the promise of transformation.
The child moves with grace—a dance of predator and prey. Its claws dig into the loamy soil, leaving crescent imprints. The wind carries its howl—a mournful melody that echoes through the ancient grove. Perhaps it seeks kin, lost in the mists of memory, or a purpose written in the constellations above.
And there, at the heart of the forest, stands an obsidian altar. Its surface is polished smooth by centuries of offerings. The lycan child approaches, drawn by an unseen force. Its red eyes reflect the moon’s glow, and for a moment, it seems to merge with the night itself.
What does the lycan seek? Redemption? Freedom? A curse lifted? The answers lie in the shadows, whispered by the rustling leaves and the distant howls of its kin. For in this mystical and dark realm, where reality and myth entwine, the black lycan child stands—a guardian of forgotten rites and a bridge between worlds
Who I'd like to meet:
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More About WildManRTDR
My Other Profile/Website Links:
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Interests:
Gaming Sleeping Fishing Boxing MMA Football Chilling with friends and family making new friends
My Favorite Websites:
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Music:
Layouts / Night of the wolf / Funny Pictures
Movies:
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Books:
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