“I’m not crying, i’m not I swear.” She warbled.

Her elbows crossed in front of her face, leaving only her nose and lips visible. All it took was a pair of pursed lips and a peek of red flushing across her face and I was whipped. Sometimes i’d grasp her elbows and urge her to let me see, to tell me why she was feeding me like this. More often than not, she’d lower that long graceful neck and sink her bunny like teeth into my wrist, stating “A price to pay for salvation”. If I wanted her comfort, i had to accept her hurt.

“I mean, they loved each other though! He should have just told her! He knew she was leaving that Saturday and he said nothing!” Her raised voice ached with yearning, grieving two anthropomorphic lovers split by a great sea that her tears could fill. Oh my angel, she always cried something sweet. She’d sit and silently weep for eternity if i let her, though she never openly cried for more than five minutes at any given moment. A thumb found her face, tenderly erasing history the sad movie had made, It took more gentle coos and hushing before she shook with her sniffing.

“There’s always the chance of a sequel. I promise you, they’re more like us than we are like them, they’ll be back together” I stated, taking those long and soft arms outstretched for me. We teetered on the edge of the couch for a bit, tears soaking through my shirt as she cried. In an instant, she lifted her head. Her face twisted, bottom lip jutting out as her eyes filled.

“You said that about the Chinese pandas that broke up!” She wailed her false accusation, poking a perfectly manicured finger into my chest with a giggle. It was a hoarse giggle, followed by a coughing fit that by the end of, I knew she was over crying. she plucked her dainty hands from my shoulders to wildly wipe at her face. It seemed our five minutes are up as she steadied herself, rubbing her red nose and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Next Thursday at four?�

Amans lacrimae wrote:

prettywenicry wrote:

Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 18
Location: USA

Interested in: Women crying for comfort and men being made to cry. Both men and women crying because of pleasure/joy

Interest in the forum: Learning how to swim by jumping straight into the ocean- Thought myself crying was hot, people think crying is hot, maybe i’m attracted to crying/there’s somebody who can appreciate my cries too.

Your own crying:
Big silent crier but sometimes i can’t contain my hiccups or sniffles. If i do cry out loud then it’s mostly a whiny, jumbled mess because i’m too busy trying to stop pouting. I wipe my face with the sides/backs of my hand and sometimes my sleeve if i can’t successfully hide my face. Have you ever met anyone who whispers when they cry? No? Well then you haven’t met me! even if i spoke through a megaphone, people still tell me to speak up. Really nothing hotter than staring into my own big, brown eyes and seeing the little tear tracks fall down my face.

Other fetishes: Not very fetishy cause i haven’t been able to put it into practice but: voyeurism and sadism.

Yourself in general: I love knitting, music, crochet, needlepoint lace, and cooking.


Other: I am incredibly sensitive, please be nice. My biggest rule is to treat others the way they treat me

Welcome girl, I find it interesting you like tears of joy. From what I understand you hide your face when crying, have you ever had your tears wiped?

Based on your description of crying I wonder if you have any pics of you crying.

Everyone here is pretty nice to hang around, if you have any questions, topics you would like to talk about, feel free to reach any of us.

Hi!! I have had my face wiped a few times but my favorite is when someone takes their thumb and wipes gently underneath my eyes. I don’t have any photos but i do a lot of creative writing so i tend to be very descriptive .