So, since I rediscovered this board, I decided to dig out some old crying fics.  I found three that aren't too bad, although reading through them, I saw some things that I clearly could have been done way better.  As a result, I'd like to actually rewrite two of the three, although the third one's pretty much where I'm going to leave it, so I thought I'd post it real quick.  I might have actually posted it on the old board (yeah, it's that old...), so if it sounds vaguely familiar, that would be why.

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She filed out of the auditorium and into the school lobby to find him amongst the crowd.  About fifty other kids were wearing the same outfit as he, yet she still found him quickly, her eyes latching to his beaming face as soon as they came in contact with it. 

            “Congratulations!” she said excitedly, giving him a huge hug.

            “Thanks!” he replied, smiling at her and hugging some various friends and family members that were swarming him as well.  After a few minutes of jubilation, he turned away.  “I’m going to get out of this hot thing, now.  I’ll be back,” he said, and headed off in the direction of the cafeteria, in which he had kept all of his stuff during the graduation ceremony.  When he returned, dressed in normal clothes with a brown backpack and his robes slung over his shoulder, the crowd had thinned.  He scanned the remainder of it as he approached those that had waited for him.

            “Where’s Mom?” he asked as he slowed to a stop in front of his family.

            His father’s face became more somber momentarily.  “She…couldn’t make it,” he said. 

            Her eyes lingered about his face as it fell, and she wondered how hurt he was by this.  Just as she was about to go up to him, however, he answered her unspoken query by turning and marching abruptly from the school.  His father sighed, but didn’t follow, and some o

For me it's definitely more emotional than sexual.  It's only really sexual at all in people I'm really attracted to, like my boyfriend, and even then I don't think I would be thinking about this side of it much while I was comforting him unless it made sense within the situation.  For example, he once kissed me while I was crying because the reason I was upset was him leaving on a deployment.  After that, I realized how amazingly hot it would be to me to kiss him while he was crying, but the kissing would definitely have to make sense within the situation, as it did for me.  If he was distraught about something and kissing him didn't seem like it would help or be relevant to the situation, it probably wouldn't even occur to me.

If I knew for a fact that the reason my partner was crying was positive emotion about our relationship, I would definitely be really into it.  Otherwise, I might still be aroused by it, but my concern for him would definitely override that and I would express concern for him, etc.  Actually, even though we would probably stop having sex/making out/whatever at that point and turn our attention to whatever made him cry, I think the act of being in such an intimate activity when he starts would make the comforting experience more pleasurable for me, both in physical and emotional ways, regardless of whether or not we could keep going.  If we did stop, the physically intimate setting would lead directly into me offering the most physically intimate forms of comfort (holding him, kissing his cheeks/head, etc.), whereas in normal situations the progress to that point might be slower, depending on how suddenly he loses control.

All in all, however, you have to look at the fact that sex is even an emotional experience for me.  Even when I don't orgasm, I still feel really fulfilled simply because of the emotional intimacy that it represents between myself and my boyfriend.  Therefore, even when crying is sexual for me, you have to conside

Hey guys!  Before I jump into what I want to talk about, I sort of want to re-introduce myself to everyone. I just discovered this forum today, which turned out to be a very confusing experience for me.  I remember being active on the original forum, and then going to Fetlife when it closed, but I never really liked Fetlife because, for me, BDSM stuff is a major turn-off, so I hardly ever even logged in.  Today, I decided to go on for the first time in months and skim through the dacryphilia posts for anything that might interest me, and I happened upon the post that introduced this forum's creation.  I got really excited that it was back because I had really missed having a place with crying discussions that I could actually relate to, so I hurriedly went to register, but it told me I already had an account!  I guess somehow I had gotten away from this new site for long enough that I started to associate everything that I posted on it as stuff from the original and just completely 100% forgot that had been remade at all.  I can't really fathom how that could happen, because this website really meant a lot to me and I've missed it, but I suppose I've heard of weirder things...

Anyhow, this is actually the perfect time for me to have rediscovered the site, because I've been thinking about something crying-related a lot this past week and I'd like to get some of your opinions on it.  

To give you a bit of background to the situation, my boyfriend has been in the military for three years (we've been dating for four) and he hates it.  He gets treated unbelievably poorly and he doesn't like every aspect of his life being controlled as it is.  During a few particularly stressful times, he has even called me crying, or I have been able to tell that he had been crying right before he called me; however, he typically seems able to handle things, and when we talk about the military in person he never goes beyond annoyed ranting.  Even so, I always tell him I'm the

So, I'm relaxing after a weekend away with friends and the boyfriend, so I thought I'd sneak on here real quick and share an observation I got last night.

Two of my friends were outside by the dying fire talking about something that had happened earlier that night while everyone else was inside.  One of them came in and called for me, so I came out and found that the other was sitting on the edge of the blanket, staring out into space and crying.  They asked me to tell her the unbiased truth about something that they were talking about (which was admittedly a cheerful truth, in light of the situation), so I sat down beside her and told her the truth as I knew it.  We talked for a minute or two about it and then she said, "I'm cold," (which was a big deal because she's the kind of person that's always warm no matter what the weather, except for when she's really upset).  I said, "Come here," and put my arm around her and we sat together and talked for a few minutes longer until she calmed down.  It was pretty awesome, too, because she's the kind of person that hates to be seen crying, so it was almost like having an ob with a guy.

Aww, that's really adorable!