Crying Fiction » Truth or Dare » June 4, 2020 7:15 am |
[As per request, here is my continuation of the story from where I last left off! This part of the scene is from Kylie's perspective. It's a little short, but I'll be posting the rest of it from Connor's perspective soon--I'm currently in the middle of writing his part.
Also, feel free to let me know if you guys have any requests for this story! I'd love to hear the type of content you guys would like to read.
Anyway, here goes nothing!]
“I’m sorry,” I manage to whisper, keeping my gaze on the floor in front of me.
“What do you have to be sorry for, Kylie?” Connor asks. He puts his arm around me. Without thinking, I lean into him, hoping that some of his warmth will seep into me.
“I’m sorry I bothered you.” Tears begin filling my eyes. I take shallow breaths, hoping to delay the breakdown for as long as possible. Maybe if I hold on long enough and pretend to be okay, Connor will leave. Then, I can break down in the privacy of my room.
“Kylie,” Connor sighs. “Kylie. Look at me.”
I allow myself to look into his eyes. Seeing the concern etched into his face only weakens my resolve--the tears are dangerously close to falling by now.
He gently cups my face. “I love you.”
Something inside of me breaks, and a sob wrenches out of me before I can stop it. I squeeze my eyes shut. Hot tears pour down, blazing trails across my still-frozen cheeks. I try to turn away from him and hide my face, but he only pulls me closer to him. Years and years of pain swirl inside my chest--years of being yelled at, criticized, and put down for not being enough. Years of never hearing the words “I love you.”
I can’t stop sobbing.
Crying Discussion » Comforting and crying » June 4, 2020 6:36 am |
Amans lacrimae wrote:
azutid wrote:
1. I typically cry a few times a month--sometimes more, depending on the circumstances.
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2. I'd love to get a hug and have my back rubbed. Quiet reassurances are also nice.
3. I would love to give him a hug and hold him until he calms down. I'd listen to him, hold his hand, and reassure him that everything will be okay.
4. My own crying is private, as I don't like letting people see me cry. It's also different, depending on what I'm crying about. If I'm watching a sad movie or tv show, I only shed a quiet tear or two. If I'm upset, but the circumstances aren't super bad, I'll cry for a few minutes at a time. I'll still be super quiet. If I'm with someone and I don't want to cry in front of them, my face will sometimes wobble. If it's something really bad, I'll sob silently into my hands or a blanket. I'm pretty sure I have a lip curl when I sob. Lastly, if I'm in a place where no one can hear me, I will sob audibly.
5. My favorite type of crying to witness is sobbing, but if I witness it in person, I would want it to be somewhere private (just so I don't feel embarrassed for them). I like it when super tough guys break down. I'm not as much of a fan of younger guys crying--for some reason, I think it's more meaningful if a middle-aged guy breaks down, since he has had more "practice" controlling his emotions (I have no idea why my logic works this way, lol). I also love the buildup that leads to sobbing and seeing the guy struggle to contain his emotions, but ultimately failing. Under the right circumstances, though, I also like softer crying with lots of tears.
6. I don't have many obs, so I'll just share about my favorite crying video on Youtube. (It's actually the one that got me interested in men crying to begin with.) It's a dashcam video of a cop who breaks down sobbing after shooting a guy. The first time I saw it was the first time I realized that grown men can actually sob, and it fascinated me.
7. My favorite place
Crying Discussion » Comforting and crying » June 3, 2020 8:48 am |
1. I typically cry a few times a month--sometimes more, depending on the circumstances.
2. I'd love to get a hug and have my back rubbed. Quiet reassurances are also nice.
3. I would love to give him a hug and hold him until he calms down. I'd listen to him, hold his hand, and reassure him that everything will be okay.
4. My own crying is private, as I don't like letting people see me cry. It's also different, depending on what I'm crying about. If I'm watching a sad movie or tv show, I only shed a quiet tear or two. If I'm upset, but the circumstances aren't super bad, I'll cry for a few minutes at a time. I'll still be super quiet. If I'm with someone and I don't want to cry in front of them, my face will sometimes wobble. If it's something really bad, I'll sob silently into my hands or a blanket. I'm pretty sure I have a lip curl when I sob. Lastly, if I'm in a place where no one can hear me, I will sob audibly.
5. My favorite type of crying to witness is sobbing, but if I witness it in person, I would want it to be somewhere private (just so I don't feel embarrassed for them). I like it when super tough guys break down. I'm not as much of a fan of younger guys crying--for some reason, I think it's more meaningful if a middle-aged guy breaks down, since he has had more "practice" controlling his emotions (I have no idea why my logic works this way, lol). I also love the buildup that leads to sobbing and seeing the guy struggle to contain his emotions, but ultimately failing. Under the right circumstances, though, I also like softer crying with lots of tears.
6. I don't have many obs, so I'll just share about my favorite crying video on Youtube. (It's actually the one that got me interested in men crying to begin with.) It's a dashcam video of a cop who breaks down sobbing after shooting a guy. The first time I saw it was the first time I realized that grown men can actually sob, and it fascinated me.
7. My favorite place to comfort someone is somewhere very
Crying Discussion » When did you first notice you liked being comforted/comforting others? » June 3, 2020 8:02 am |
For me, I'm surprisingly not as comfortable being comforted OR comforting others. Even though I am female, I usually hide when I'm crying, so I don't give others a chance to comfort me.
One thing I have noticed in the last year is that I love back rubs--especially when I'm crying. There was one time a few years ago when I was crying alone in my bedroom, and my mom walked in to check up on me (as she tends to do). She climbed into bed with me, obviously wanting to comfort me, but I turned away from her. So, she rubbed my back while I cried silently. It was nice.
Personally, I don't remember anyone wiping or kissing my tears. I'm not sure if I would like it, given how much I hate crying in front of people.
As for comforting people, I just feel awkward. I still try to comfort them--but I feel like I'm bad at it. Also, I feel so sad that they're crying that I don't get any enjoyment out of the moment.
I guess I like observing emotion, but not witnessing or experiencing it firsthand. Kinda odd, lol.
Crying Discussion » I'm Back! » May 28, 2020 4:59 am |
News:
As of today, I learned that I will be serving a mission in the area where I live! I start the mission near the end of June 2020, so I'll only be on here for about a month before I go inactive again. However, I might visit this website every once in a while, just so I can check in with you guys--I don't want anyone to get worried about me while I'm gone!
Crying Discussion » I'm Back! » May 27, 2020 6:07 am |
Hey, guys! I hope everyone is doing well and staying safe during these times. I know it has been a long time since I last posted here, but I was looking at the story requests I wrote for you guys, and I feel bad for leaving Truth or Dare on a cliffhanger. I'm sorry about that. I will say, Amans did an amazing job completing the story! I loved the details, and I feel like he definitely did the story justice.
The reason why I stopped posting on here is mostly because of religious reasons. While crying is not exactly a fetish for me (it's more of a deep fascination), I couldn't help but feel guilty for being active on this website. In my religion, sex is a taboo subject, and fetishes are definitely not discussed. It's difficult for me to explain it, so I'm sorry if this isn't making any sense. I just couldn't shake the guilt.
(Along with that, I sometimes get scared talking to people online. There are definitely some strange people lurking around on the internet, and I've bumped into a few--hence the fear.)
I will warn you guys that while I am back to being active here, it is temporary. I'm going to serve a mission soon for my church, and the rules are pretty strict about what type of media I'm allowed to use. I'll be gone anywhere from six to eighteen months. I don't know when I'm leaving, but I'll tell you guys when I find out.
In the meantime, I'm looking forward to talking to all of you again and reading your posts! I'm also open to writing more stories for anyone who wants one written. If you requested one and I didn't end up writing it, feel free to PM me again and remind me about it.
I should probably go to bed now (it's late where I'm at), but I'll check in tomorrow.
Crying Fiction » Truth or Dare » December 26, 2018 6:37 am |
[Alas, it is finally here! A new chapter of Truth or Dare, as you guys requested! :D Sorry for the prolonged absence--my finals went well, but a few other things happened that kept me really busy. I'm glad to say that I'm back, though.
This chapter is 100% build-up, but there will be an amazing crying scene in the next chapter. Anyway, enjoy!]
"Connor?"
I sit up taller in my bed. There's definitely something wrong, based on the tone of Kylie's voice. I hop out of bed and pat my pocket to make sure I have my car keys. I do. "Kylie, what's wrong?" I try to sound calm.
"My parents--" Kylie manages to choke out before a sob prevents her from speaking.
I run out of my bedroom, grabbing my shoes from the floor as I do. "I'm coming. Where are you?"
She sniffles. "In the old park, near the water fountain."
I toss on my coat, careful to keep my phone to my ear. All I can hear is Kylie's ragged breathing. Catching the eye of Tyrell--who's standing near the stove, confused--I wave goodbye to him. "Hang on, Kylie. I'll be there within five minutes. Please don't hang up."
"I won't." Kylie's voice is weak.
I speed all the way to the old park and park my car sloppily by the curb, not caring if I get a ticket. Hopping out of my car, I sprint to the fountain. It doesn't take long before Kylie is in sight--she's sitting on a bench near the water fountain. I thank God that I ran in Track and Field in high school. It only takes me fifteen seconds to get there.
A little out of breath, I kneel in front of Kylie's slumped figure and gently take hold of her hands. They feel as cold as icicles.
"Come here," I say, helping Kylie stand up. She shivers violently from the cold, so I put my arm around her shoulders.
"Thanks," she murmurs, teeth chattering.
"Don't mention it. Let's get you home." I lead her to the safety of my car and help her get in the passenger seat.
I drive to her dorm, stealing glances at her every now and then. She's visibly holding back tears--they're clingin
Crying Discussion » I have an idea... » December 26, 2018 1:39 am |
Alright! I’ll write your story ASAP, Rose!
Crying Fiction » Celia's Tears » December 25, 2018 5:50 am |
It’s okay! I’m glad you found the time to read it, and I’m glad you like it! I really enjoyed writing it!
Crying Discussion » I have an idea... » December 19, 2018 8:47 pm |
Thanks, Unicorn!!