Let me preface by saying that I know this board is geared more toward non-sexual dacryphilia, so I hope this post doesn't go beyond anyone's comfort zone.

This concerns an experience I have recently had with a woman  whom I've become close to, a friend with benefits basically. It's not my co-worker "Alicia" from my last post, for curious. Anyway, we had discussed in quite a lot of detail the things that turn us on, and she said she really wanted to try something that I was interested in.

I wound up telling her all about my fetish for women crying. I told her how I love the sound of it, how I love the anguished facial expressions, the tears on her cheeks falling onto my shoulders, the feeling of her chest and belly heaving against me, or the way you can feel a woman crying during sex, feeling the muscular tightness and contractions whichever way you go in.

That last part seemed to really catch her interest. In any case, a discussion between the two of us at some later point resulted in her deciding that she needed a good cry in my arms. I invited her to lay down and snuggle with me in bed. She lay her face on my shoulder and cried in fits of hard but stifled silent sobs, as I nuzzled the side of her face. Eventually she looked at me and said "I want to have sex with you while I'm crying."

It was all the cue we needed and within a minute we were all involved. Each orgasm seemed to make her cry harder until she was borderline hysterical and wrapped fully around me with her arms and legs around me and her wet face against my left shoulder. She tried to speak at a few points, but couldn't get more than a word or two out.

I recall the way her sobs felt as if they traveled in rippling waves. Each sob would begin at the top of her belly just below her ribs and flow downward in a smooth, liquid motion, setting her belly undulating against me like a belly dancer's, and then the force of it would roll downward through her mound into her genital region, and tighten and pulse around me with her driving emotions.

We probably went at it for nearly an hour if not longer. Eventually she was sated and soothed. I asked her afterwards, in somewhat more blunt terms than I'll use on here, "did you enjoy that? Did you feel yourself moving around me as you sobbed?"

She answered, "oh my God, yes, that felt amazing. It felt so tight when I came, like I was pulsing on you. It was so intimate...I never knew that could happen."

It's happened a few more times between us since then and I think she may be developing an addiction to the feeling.

I may have created a monster, but I'm not complaining.