truffle wrote:

I've never met a man who cried solely due to comforting me.

I don't cry very much at all, and in fact, I don't really enjoy it myself. Sometimes in a really powerful situation, though, I will feed off the emotions in the air and wind up absorbing some of the feelings of the one being comforted. I've had it happen in other scenarios, too, perhaps a little more sexually explicit.

I've told this story before on another site, but it bears repeating here. 100% true, only names changed. This is going to be a bit long, so bear with me. First some background.

So, this is concerning a close female friend of mine, someone I know from work. We'll call her Alicia, which is a litter similar to her name in a certain way, but not her name. We've never been romantically involved or anything, but we're intimate in other ways. She's a tough girl. Has a reputation as a tough girl. She's the one other people usually hang onto when things get rough and they need a rock. I'm one of the few people in her life that she's comfortable showing vulnerability around, and probably the only man, since she hasn't been in a relationship for several years. As such I'm very privileged, and as such I also feel a bit awkward recounting this tale, because she has no knowledge of my proclivities regarding this subject. She's as vanilla as vanilla gets, and she has no awareness of my general dacryphilia. In a way, it makes it a purer experience when she shares her tears with me, since she can do so unencumbered by any thoughts of what it might be stirring in my deepest places.

Alicia sent me a text message one day. I had worked a graveyard shift and was napping in the morning, when I received her message. A close friend of hers had met an untimely end. She was in need of support and summoning her inner circle to come provide it. This wasn't the first time that she's leaned on me, and definitely not the last, but it was probably the most significant. 

I drove over to her place, and met her at the door. A group of three or four other friend, mostly female were gathered around the dining table. Alicia pulled me aside into the kitchen for a hug. One of her curious attributes is the way that her emotions leak out of her as soon as she feels safe and enveloped. She met me in the doorway with wet eyes and a look of barely restrained pain on her face. As soon as we embraced, like pu

It was amazing. I may have to post the whole story on here soon.

That last bit is definitely true. You can feel a woman sobbing from the inside, and it's a delight.

I was holding her as she sobbed against me. She was clinging so hard and tight to me that she wound up leaving fingernail marks in the back of my neck and shoulders. It was wonderful.