Long time no see, everyone! Covid kind of quenched my creativeness and I quit forums for a while, but I had a really awesome obs a while ago that I thought I'd share.

An acquaintance of mine (gf of a friend) came over to our place one evening to drink and chat on the couch. We talked for an hour or so before my husband went to bed since he had to work the next day. We had that day off, so we stayed up.

I'm not sure if it was because he left that she felt more comfortable, but shortly thereafter I began to notice that she wasn't as happy and chatty as she'd been. She kind of emotionally deflated, so to speak. Normally I think I would have been more intuitive about the situation, but I had drank a bit (read: a lot) more than usual so I wasn't at my best. 

It started when she began talking about something she'd seen on the news and how it had made her cry. As she spoke about it, a tear leaked from the inner corner of her left eye and slid down her cheek. When she wiped it away with her fingers, two more fell from different corners of her eyes. She started sniffling and reached over with her free hand to rub my shoulder. I found that odd, as I didn't need comfort, but then realized it might be her way of "asking" for comfort, so I mirrored her touch by placing my hand on her shoulder.

When I did that, she leaned into me and started talking about some really dark stuff that had happened to her as a kid which the news story made her think of. More tears were slipping steadily from her eyes and she would wipe them periodically with her fingers, basically smearing them to the sides of her face. Her voice began to catch in little breaths but she wasn't sobbing yet. I rubbed her back until she finally put her arms out towards me, which I took as a cue to hug her. The second I did, she broke down sobbing. Her sobs were short, quick, and almost silent little squeaks. She buried her head in the crook of my neck and I felt her tears soak through my shirt. There were a lot of

Thank you guys! I'm glad you like my fics!

My husband does wipe my tears when I cry and it's really sweet.

Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 31
Location: USA
Interested in: Crying fiction, crying pictures and videos, and even though I'm straight I generally prefer to watch/listen to women cry. I like all types of crying, but in particular I love it when a character that is generally tough or stoic breaks down in worry for another.
Interest in the forum: Sharing content and discovering new content
Your own crying (a few tears/streams of tears, hide face in hands/wipe tears from face/allow tears to fall unchecked, cry silently/snivel/sobbing and shaking, no facial expression/mild chin tremble and lopsided lip/pronounced lip curl and chin tremble, normal voice/breaking voice/shaking or wavy voice): It honestly depends on the situation. Usually I just tear up, no facial expression, slight redness, and a few tears. When something bad happens and I'm really overwhelmed, however, I "ugly cry"-- lots of heavy sobbing, tears, and yuck. No lips curling, oddly enough-- or at least none that I've noticed. I usually do it alone or hide my face if someone is there.
Other fetishes: Softcore BDSM
Yourself in general: I am a published author and teacher, very happily married to a man who is unashamed to cry and cries fairly often. I love traveling and learning about other cultures and history. Proud cat-mom.
Other: Long time lurker, finally joined. I'm happy to meet all of you and I hope you like my stories! They're based off my own fantasies and it's nice to be able to actually share them with others who will appreciate them.

                                                                        Tears From a Queen

The high queen of Blackmoor was an implacable woman. As cold and immovable as the stone fortress she resided in.

Having ascended the throne at the tender age of sixteen, she was now a firmly established ruler of thirty. The things she had seen and done were terrible, but my people saw her acts of bloodshed a small price to pay for the comfort and security said acts brought them. And so the entire land was held in her sway. 

I knew this well, for I had been taught about her my whole life. Taught and trained to know her every like and dislike, as a proper lady-in-waiting should be. I was not born from noble stock, but for some reason she had chosen me to serve her regardless. By the time I was fourteen, I was able to know from a glance what meal she would prefer that night for dinner, or which dress she would choose to wear the next day. For all of this, though, there was one thing I had never learned: what moved my queen. 

It made sense, I told myself. After all, she had to cultivate an air of frigid superiority or else her competitors would think her weak. Still, I had been in her service for six years and I had never seen her eyes so much as mist over. Not even when her only child had passed away three years ago. She had locked herself in her rooms for two days and emerged as icy and unreachable as ever. “

Fira!” Her sharp tone drew me back into the moment, and I was confronted by her piercing stare. I had been daydreaming. 

“Apologies, my queen.” I hastily bowed.  

She huffed, turning back to her mirror, “Place this one around my neck.” 

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