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Crying Fiction » The Salt of the Earth » Today 5:16 am

La Llorona
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Hello, folks!  Here is chapter 2.  To preface, I am switching characters every other chapter, and putting it in the first person narrative.  This one, true to the chapter's name, is Zachary's narrative.  Enjoy!

The Salt of the Earth

Chapter 2: Zachary

I woke up to the sun on my face.  It was warm, almost hot.  Thank God for air conditioning, I thought, sighing.  I looked down at the woman beside me, hugging her pillow as if it were a teddy bear.
She looked like an angel.
I wanted to touch her, to smooth her long red hair back at least.  But she looked so peaceful, I hated to disturb her.  Last night, we had come home from the Ethical Society in a Lyft car.  My meager apartment in University city was only a one bedroom but it was home to me.  Fiona had been amazing about the mess, but I didn’t mind when she cleaned it up.  Until I realized her hips were hurting and she had to sit down, short of breath. Then I told her in no uncertain terms that I wanted her to be comfortable, and not push herself.
Somehow, I knew just by her body language that she’d been shamed to the point of feeling like such a squashed bug, I just couldn’t not hold her then and there.  She cried again, this time much deeper, with more hysteria attached to it.  Occasionally I told her to breathe, just so she wouldn’t pass out. 
She shared her world with me, all of it.  She hated the weight she carried, and shyly wondered if I minded it. Minded it?  Was she serious?  She looked like a Goddess to me.  A bonafide, Botticelli Venus!  Why did people in this world think that thin was so beautiful?  Why did they do such horrible things to themselves if they even had an inch of body fat, let alone a yard?
It was so beautiful to see her release her shame and smile at me. GOD, that smile is majestic!  I need that smile.  I need it for the rest of eternity.
I need, also, to call the hospital about Rachel.
Last night, after Fiona wept, we again made love. Our bodies were achin

Crying Discussion » Sobbing and Its Attraction » Today 2:33 am

La Llorona
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I love sobbing.  For me, my favorite kind is the low, kind of "thumping" kind, like a heartbeat, or a percussion.  When a man breaks down and sobs, really broken-like, it's just amazing.  I love it in real life as much as movies, because people who sob deeply in front of me make me feel safe to experience my own emotions.  Also, comforting them and feeling their trust and appreciation of me, is a major turn on.  I like what some of you said about the more vulnerable a man is, the more beautiful it is. I definitely feel that as well.

Crying Discussion » Handkerchiefs or any other "crying towels" » Today 2:03 am

La Llorona
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What really gets me going is handkerchiefs.  I love using them myself and I find that when others use them, or rags, scarves, bandanas...I'm off to the races.  I used to love watching movies where people used them. Ellen Burstyn is one such actress that I loved seeing cry in movies.  Most movies of the seventies have handkerchief props, but these days, that isn't so much the case.  Still...it's something that has always turned me on, mainly because it's so open and honest, unrestrained.  The more completely one cries, the more comfort it brings, and full-on healing is inevitable.  Actually, tears of joy are the most pleasurable to  me.  When in love for the first time, sometimes the weeping is so intense, and you feel like you're in heaven.  Laughing and crying at the same time is epic.  But handkerchiefs are a real added pleasure to the experience of tears, whatever the reason for them.  When I cry alone, often I'm comforted by the feel of one on my face, as if someone is hugging me.

Anyone else love a good handkerchief cry?

Other and Related Fetishes » Maybe related but possibly worse? » Today 1:52 am

La Llorona
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I can relate.  My husband was a broken bird when we were first together.  He suffered with depression and an eating disorder.  Even so, it took seven years before he could fully cry in front of me. I would hold him and feel really good that he was letting it out, because it seemed like this would help him heal. In some ways he did, and in some ways he didn't.  It wasn't always an easy marriage and we've had two separations.  I'm not sure where we're going at this point, but we're talking openly and honestly about our wants and desires.  I opened up to him about my fetish today and I think he understands, vaguely...but at least I don't feel judged.  He's actually the first person I felt safe crying deeply in front of. The only problem is, he doesn't hold me the way I wish he would. He comforts me, but eventually finds something else to do.  Lol.  Oh well.  But yes, back to your topic, I do find myself turned on by drama.  The more, the better.  It's not something I'm always comfortable with, nor does it bring lasting good results, unless a person heals and can move forward in a healthy way.  I guess the intensity of strong emotions is what keeps me feeling alive.  Since strong emotions also include happiness, however, I guess I'm not a bad person lol.  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/smile.png

Crying Fiction » The Salt of the Earth » Today 1:40 am

La Llorona
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Thank you!  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/smile.png
  Yes, I love rocking.  I have never actually been rocked back and forth while crying...I always craved it.  It's my fantasy that I find a love like this one. Thanks so much for your kind words!  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/smile.png

Crying Fiction » The Salt of the Earth » Today 1:36 am

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Beautiful story!  I especially love the part where the guy comforts her by rocking her back and forth.  I so adore "rocking" as an element in comforting.

Crying Fiction » The Salt of the Earth » Today 1:23 am

La Llorona
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This story will probably have several parts to it, in chapter form. Right now, I'm not sure how long  it will be, but here is chapter 1 so far.  Hope you enjoy!  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/smile.png


The Salt of the Earth
By La Llorona, ©2017

Chapter 1: Fiona

It was raining in Philadelphia.  Summer rain, late July, which meant that the humidity was worse than ever.  What was it, ninety degrees or something?  It had to be. Maybe even less, like eighty.  Even seventy-five was like a sauna in Philadelphia.

I swore under my breath as I struggled to close my umbrella.  The Ethical Society was right in front of me but I had to climb a few steps before I reached the door. I hated standing in front of a door fumbling with my umbrella.  I’d done that before and someone had opened the door unexpectedly.  I was so startled, I almost slipped and fell down the stairs.  The result was a loud, blood-curdling scream from my lips, and several people, including the one who’d opened the door, staring at me in horror.  Great, I’d thought.  Another panic attack!

I relived the mortification as I continued to struggle with my umbrella, which was now splashing water, tons of water, on my purse, and electronic cigarette vaporizer.  My breath came out in short gasps, and pretty soon I was hyperventilating.  Don’t scream, I told myself fiercely. Do NOT scream.  Please.

I sounded, to  myself,  like my best friend Tammy when she’d once witnessed one of my attacks.  She was not happy by my screaming and forget about the childlike crying I’d sometimes engage in.  I don’t know why I have these panic attacks, but I think a lot of it has to do with fear of death.  Or loss of control…whatever.

I finally got my umbrella closed, and collected myself as I carefully walked up the stairs.  I went into the Ethical society and frantically looked for a directory.  I found none.  I began to panic again, and realized I hadn’t written the room

Crying Videos » Jude Law in The Young Pope » Yesterday 10:07 pm

La Llorona
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That "Young Pope" video is amazing.  Utterly amazing.  I loved the rawness of the sobbing, then again I love raw, unadulterated sobbing.  The harder, the better for a full release.  

Crying Discussion » Celebrities you would like to see crying ... » Yesterday 9:52 pm

La Llorona
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I just adore Johnny Depp, and his crying in the Libertine is so beautiful.  He rarely if ever fully cries in movies, but when he does, it is just amazing, and hot.  I haven't made 10 posts here yet so I can't post the link, but another movie where he lets his hair down crying is Arizona Dream.  That is one of my favorite movies, and scenes.  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/happy.png


 

Crying Discussion » Hi! I'm New, and this place looks really cool » Yesterday 9:38 pm

La Llorona
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Hey folks!

I found this forum while looking up crying as a sexual release.  I have always been turned on by tears, from a very young age.  I used to think there was something wrong with me.  I'm now embracing this as a powerful and positive aphrodisiac.  I love crying myself, as well as witnessing tears of another.  There is nothing so beautiful as sharing tears with a lover.  To my way of thinking, those who cry together, stay together.  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/grin.png


Anyway, just wanted to say hi and introduce myself.  I look forward to meeting and talking more with everyone. Have a beautiful day!!!  http://cdn.boardhost.com/emoticons/happy.png

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