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Welcome, friends, to another installment of CCBlackguard. Today we’ll be taking a closer look at a post that isn’t at all sexual, creepy, or pathetic.

Well. Let’s start at the top, shall we? “I used the words (Gods or Goddesses) to help view of why we chose our partners in life. It’s based on a feeling drawn from experience.” Personally, between you and me, viewing anyone as a deity is kinda fucking weird. Even equating an individual to a divine entity is problematic; it indicates an unrealistic, and unhealthy, mindset. “For me, as a little kid in Argentina, I once met a neighbor who to me was epifemy of the perfect woman. She was so sweet to me and truly cared for me. She was strong, tall, voluptuous, gorgeous blonde hair and those eyes. Her name was Julia.” As we all know, children are excellent judges of character. Clearly, though, Julia was quite an attractive woman. Somehow, I get the feeling that her physical attributes had more of a lasting impression on Tazman5307–the OP. As a reminder: Cuddle Comfort is a site for people with an interest in platonic intimacy. Moving onward. “In the middle of the very hot summer night there was an Earthquake and it was so scary”. And here I thought that most people found earthquakes incredibly relaxing. Growing up in Los Angeles, I couldn’t fall asleep without being rocked to sleep by the earth. “Julia comes out of nowhere and was eagerly looking for me to make I was okay.” You know, maybe this Julia lady is a goddess after all. I’ve never known anyone to simply manifest in the physical world from nowhere. Typically, people are elsewhere before we become aware of their presence. “She had this statuesque stance and while she rushed towards me, her female body was drawn to me in slow motion. A light behind her illuminated her female shape and the see through gown helped immensely.” Tazman isn’t exactly great at English composition, but I can appreciate the effort that goes into writing something while also stroking your cock. It can be extraordinarily difficult to get the words you want out in a satisfactory manner, and before long your keyboard is slick with pre-cum. “All I remember is her amazing hips, her breasts set loose, as if dancing off her body, This little boy saw his Goddess. She held me so tight that I was in complete ecstasy and happiness. I was in love.” This bit of Tazman’s post was edited out by a moderator. Which makes a fair amount of sense, because it’s clearly sexual in nature.

Hello, and welcome to the first installment of Translation! In this series, we'll be breaking down a user's posts on the CC forum in an attempt to gain a clearer picture of what they were trying to express. The original, unaltered text will appear first in bold lettering, with the translation in plain text.

Many thanks to DarrenWalker for providing this translation!

In February 2019, CuddleComfort user JohnfromVienna (using, at the time, the name trazom56) posted a comment in response to a new user apprehensive about meeting strangers from the internet. Let's take this comment apart a line at a time!

"I've been contacted by a lot of girls who'd like to cuddle."

"On this site for people who'd like to cuddle, I've been contacted by many individuals whom I see as children."

"I know most girls are as apprehensive as you are."

"I also see you as a child, and consider your concerns equally childish."

"They end up chickening out."

"These children who decide not to cuddle with me are cowards."

"I wish I could figure out a way to convey to them how safe, and loving, and caring I am and how sweetly I would treat them."

"I don't know how to convince them to trust me. I swear I've got a ton to offer; they're seriously missing out."

"You feel love in your heart and you know you have this power to fulfill their need to be held but they're too afraid to actually do it."

"I have an unhealthy attachment to every woman who's messaged me, and see them as being in desperate need of my sweet loving. If only they weren't such cowards!"

"That's really sad."

"I am genuinely hurt by their refusal to let me give them what I know they so desperately need."

"Girls who are too afraid are missing out and they're often the ones who need the healing benefits of cuddling the most."

"These frightened children really need my care!"

"Bold girls get more out of life!"

"Buck up, kiddos!"

"Take risks!"

My last pet had the loveliest screams. I had kept him in the kennel for a week before his death; I like to think that, in our short time together, we had built something. A relationship with a strong foundation, where both of us knew our respective roles—and reveled in them. Things were strained at first, as one might expect; he had much to say, the kennel was too small, he missed having thumbs, etc. But he came around.

"Gus" was the name I gave him. I'd snagged his ID prior to burning his clothes, and found his proper name not at all to my enjoyment. I forced him to watch me eat his ID, which I then regurgitated into his mouth. It was a shared act of death and resurrection; furthermore, it set the tone for our future activities. Gus kept quiet after that, for the most part, yet every once in a while he'd take to rattling the wire kennel that was his home. Perhaps this was due to how he bulged out of it. My Gus was a hefty boy. I took his thumbs after an especially violent tantrum, where I worried that the kennel would break apart. "Dogs don't have thumbs," I told Gus, and got to chopping. He cried for a while, asked me "Why" so frequently that the word ceased to mean anything to my ears, and eventually passed out for nearly a day. When Gus awoke, he kept his utterances strictly canine-esque, to my great pleasure.

"I love you," I told him, my heart overflowing with fondness. Three simple words that buzzed throughout me like living bullets. I told him that many more times, up until his sudden death. Feeding Gus became too expensive, and cleaning him everyday was an ordeal.

As the light left his eyes, I felt that surge of affection again. Now that I was without a pet, I turned to my only other means of expressing myself: the Cuddle Comfort forum.

I'm a loving master, even to those who have yet to experience my adoration and care. The CC forum-goers shall know this, and long for my goodness.