carrotcake wrote:

This sounds lovely. I especially like your description of her silent, shaking sobs and gasps for breath.

I've known a couple women like that. No sound, just lots of trembling and heaving.

So this was a little different than the obs I had the week prior. It was very late, around 130 am on the night after Christmas when I got text from a friend, saying she was a mess and asking me to come over.

When I got there, she met me in the doorway with wet eyes and streaks on her face and she was quite clearly drunk, enough so that she had to lean on me while we walked into her kitchen, where we took a seat in opposing chairs by the table.

To give some backstory, she hasn't been in a relationship for several years now, and confessed that Christmas loneliness had driven her to do some things that she promised herself she wouldn't do. That apparently didn't end well and she decided to get shitfaced to drown her sorrows.

So as she's relating this, she starts getting increasingly choked up and having trouble getting coherent words out. I asked her if she'd rather cry first and talk later, and she nodded yes with a scrunched up face as she came over and sat herself in my lap with her legs wrapped around me and her head on my left shoulder, where she began to sob.

One thing I noticed is that she is more likely to sob silently nowadays than when I initially met her several years ago, and I'm not sure exactly why that is. But in any case, she sat there wrapped around me, with her head bobbing up and down against my shoulder and her belly and breasts sort of writhing and rolling, but not making any noise. Every now and then she'd pause and take in a fluttering, ragged gasp for breath, and then begin a new round of silent sobs.

This went on for the better part of an hour, and it became somewhat difficult for me not to let on how intimate I found it. Especially at one point when she looked up briefly and said "aww, I'm getting tears all up in your beard!" and she brushed her fingers over it to try and wipe them out. That was pretty hard not to comment on in some aroused way.

The part that gets me is how she thanked me afterwards and told me that I'm her go-to c

Welcome aboard!

So let me ask, if the single tear doesn't do much for you, does that mean you prefer an ugly cry?

So here's an update. It happened again, only this time much more intense. She had apparently had a fight and falling out with some friends, and was on the verge of an emotional breakdown by the time I visited. 

It was actually a little gross this time, because she managed to soak my right thigh (where her head was resting) with snot, she was crying so hard. My pant leg was really soaked with tears, as was the pillow next to it.

This one. https://youtu.be/C0ElmcrC1pE

Reminds me of every lost love.