This has been a long time fantasy of mine that I've yet to have an opportunity to fulfill. I've always wanted to have a crying/conforting scene happen in the shower. I recall many years ago how a family friend (a woman) made a remark to my mother that the best place to cry was in the shower.

On another occasion, I found a YouTube video (sadly since disappeared) of a young woman who had recorded and then uploaded herself sobbing for several minutes in the shower. I can only assume it was meant as some sort of performance art piece, in no small part because it was shot in black and white. She was wearing a bra and bikini bottom, she seemed to be overacting, and it didn't hit all my cues for major sobbing arousal (facial expression wasn't always clear, crying sounded too "pretty," her belly didn't shake powerfully enough) but it was still a delight to watch until it vanished.

I've enjoyed showering with women on many occasions, and I love the intimacy of it. Each time, however, I found myself wishing she needed to cry and me being able to comfort her. I could imagine the scenario very clearly.

It's been a long, hot, hard day. The summer sun has left us sweaty and tired and in need of cleansing. I begin the water pouring into our large, luxurious stone tiled shower. The water is of a mild, pleasant temperature to cool me after a day in the steamy, pale-orange summer haze. I take her hand and invite her to come with me. We step onto the warm, wet stones.

I pull her close and kiss her forehead. She smiles warmly, and turns her head to the side, leaning her cheek against my right shoulder as I tenderly run my fingers through her dripping hair. In the moment, I am perfectly at ease and content. But something is troubling her...what could it be? It could be anything, any one of the the myriad aches and vicissitudes of the world, laying a flinty stone blade to her heart to strike the crackling sparks of hurt which may kindle the blaze of her emotions.

She feels safe w

caircair wrote:

I've only ever told one person, a counselor I was seeing. And she didn't know what the term dacryphilia meant. I quit seeing her very soon after that - we were pretty much done anyway.

That sounds pretty lame. It would be hard for a person to engender trust who doesn't even have familiarity with one of your core concerns. 

It made me feel a bit creepy over the years, when my girlfriend or some other lady friend would cry on me and I would become aroused, spiritually, emotionally and sexually by it. I hated obfuscating and dancing around the subject.

Honesty has made a big difference, as well as seeking out lovers who are willing to experience new things. Nowadays, it helps my enjoyment to know that my lovers and I are both getting something out of it when they cry for me and I can indulge without feeling like I have to hide my feelings. I gotta let my garden have its open air and sun and rain.

That sounds really hot. I would love to watch you try to stifle it and then lose control and go over the edge.

PhoebeOnThePhone wrote:

I don't know, is any crying scene ever intended to titillate?

Generally not, but some are more unusual than others. A beautiful actress shedding an elegant tear is a bit different from a polygon rendered fairy.