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2025-06-29 16:02:51

Lewd or not, slow and agonic or fast and painless, with those plump thighs she can kill me any way she wants :3

Silent Present

2025-06-16 21:38:43

I wish the great huanglong could do that for me aswell, there's a couple of things I'd like to say to my creator, some bad things, many good things, and I don't know why I like to play the "edgy mysterious guy", I might need to be more open sometimes, but I also don't really like to be a drama queen with this, not only because it happened a damn long time ago and I most likely got over it, but also because the realization hit got to me very late since back then I didn't even know the word "death"

This comic touches my heart and that's for a reason, my father was a really nice guy with absolutely everyone, but also very busy since he worked as a truck driver, but that didn't stop him from being very close and affectionate with me, my mom and his other relatives, but man, when he got drunk, I think I recall me seeing him as a monster, but I don't know, the thing is that the beer turned him into a man no one would see as a father figure, and one day when I was four, he got to the point of hitting me, and my mom didn't hesitate to break up with him for that, he went to live to his house in another department of the country (department is like the equivalent to state here in Uruguay), and my mother had to take care of me, and still does since I haven't even turned 18 yet, sometimes we went to visit him to his house and when we did, if I remember correctly, he was just like the father who geniunely loved me, which was because he still geniunely loved me, but it was complicated, I don't remember anything about how his relationship was with my mother after that one day, but I don't recall it was very good, but the worst thing came when I was six, I remember it was a saturday when I came back from the swimming club that my mom told me she got the news that he died from alcohol poisoning, obviously that affected her and my father's relatives very negatively, we went to visit his tombstone a few days later, and I didn't understand anything, like I said, I didn't even know the word "death" nor it's meaning back then, I didn't know why was it that I wouldn't see him again, I didn't know there was absolutely no way to change that back, but my mother still managed to take care of me despite what her emotional problems would be, and still does to this day, we don't even talk about him or mention him anymore, but man, everytime I remember his existance, I sometimes think how lucky I was to have a father like him, despite his alocohol problems, sometimes I think I didn't enjoy my time with him as I should have, it even becomes hard for me to remember how his voice was, but due to some pictures I do remember how his face was like, and it was just like you might or might not be imagining: a nice guy in his fourties with no scars at all, instead there was a warm smile and a cheerful aura, and sometimes all of this also makes me think how lucky I am to have a mother like her as well, who is still massively patient, protective, sympathetic and cheerful despite everything, and if we managed to get over their breakup and his death, I like to think it's because my father was a man who deserves to be remembered and respected for the good times...

Father, I want you to know that your son is grateful for having you as a father figure and hopes you are having a nice peaceful sleep, or in case god exists, that you are having a good time up in heaven and that you fly high

Thank you, father

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