As Angela walked up to the door of her friend's one bedroom apartment, she noted her red Ford Focus parked in the driveway. As she had suspected. Kristin had not answered any of her calls today, but was, in fact, at home. This concerned Angela because she had not heard from her since 3 days ago when news of her brother Alan's death by car accident had reached her through mutual friends. She had called and called, but gotten no answer. Angela wasn't putting up with this anymore. She stood at Krisyn's door, and knocked insistently. When no one answered, she knocked again longer. She tried the door, but it was locked; tried calling again but got no answer. Finally, she tapped the two way security buzzer. "Kristyn, open this door right now...I know you're in there! I am your friend, and I demand to see you." Silence. Then a voice echoed through the low-tech speaker on the buzzer. "Go back home, Angela. I am okay. I just want to be left alone right now." Angela smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Her friend was okay. She was careful not to let her relief show in her voice. "Open this door, I want to talk to you," she said sternly. Silence was the only response. "Come on, Kristyn, we're all worried about you. You know, if I have to, I'll find another way in!" Another long moment of silence passed. Angela sighed, resting her forhead against the cool, smooth wood of the door in front of her. She closed her eyes. She softened her voice. "Just open the door and let me see you, I just want to see that you're okay. You don't even have to let me in. I won't go away until you do." "Fine!" Kristyn yelled into the buzzer  and a few seconds later the front door opened a crack and Krisyn stood there in her nightgown,her long brown hair that was normally pulled back hung loose around her shoulders. She looked Angela defiantly in the eye.. "See?!" she exclaimed, "I'm....I'm fine! I told you. Damn it, why won't people listen..." Angela's eyes full of compassion, she reached her hand th

PS. Does anyone know of any places available to virtual role play with this kind of scene? You know, the kind of thing where you say something like "If you were crying, I would do x y and z?" Hold you, caress your cheek, not allow you to hide your tears, say "Shhhh...it's okay", etc. If anyone on here does want to do non-sexual virtual role playing, I'd be down with that.

Continuing... so, I used to think that my like of crying and my fantasies about it had nothing to do with sex. That I just wanted to comfort people hurting and to be comforted like that too. But then, I realized that my romantic feelings crying did not extend to people that are older, and that my fantasies were always about women, not men. So, I admitted to myself that there must be something sexual about it, or else why would old people and men crying not make me feel the same way that young, beautiful women crying makes me feel? A movie with two women hugging with one crying really does something for me. I do like seeing it with men too, if it's really tender and sweet, like that scene from Goodwill Hunting.

Bisko wrote:

Hi Lillianne.  I have almost the same exact mentality as you do.  As for your question, I do feel it is a little of both, but for me it is definitely more of the comforting part.

Ditto. It's all about the comforting.

The actress that plays Alex in Modern Family in the episode Under Pressure, at the end of the episode. Crying w/ hugging. And, of course, the classic scene in Goodwill Hunting, between Matt Damon and Robin Williams.