Crying?

When I see my submissive cry, it stirs something deeply erotic in me, not because I want her hurt, but because those tears are proof of her surrender. They’re raw, unfiltered, impossible to fake, and they show me that she’s given herself over so fully that the intensity I’ve created has moved her beyond words. Her tears are a visible reminder of the power exchange between us, of how far she’s allowed me to take her, and that vulnerability is beautiful to me. It arouses me because it’s real, because it’s rare to witness someone stripped down to such honesty, and because in that moment I know I’m the one guiding her through it, the one strong enough to break her down and hold her after. The tears blur pain and pleasure, suffering and ecstasy, and for me that paradox is where the deepest erotic charge lives
 
I have made women cry occasionally, but it isn't because I'm huge; most women can take 7 inches easily. It's because of the intense emotion, and for some finally having a man who takes enough time for them to really cum hard, maybe multiple times, maybe squirt. More than once the tears were followed by "I love you."
 
Probably depends on a person, I tend to scream in pain, not cry. Though have to warn beforehand that my screams are NOT a reason to stop, there are other ways to ask for that :)
 
When I first discovered porn videos like this, it was like a whole new world. I'm pretty sure what's happening is I am living vicariously through that black guy in the scene, who is making the very pretty white girl who everyone else thinks of as a 'nice girl' cry and beg, telling him she can't take it--but she'll be back next weekend for more.
I guess in part it is my own masochistic tendencies. I tend to want to rip the band-air off all at once, and reveal the truth about any given subject, precisely because it may be a harsh and painful truth. I like to know what I'm dealing with so that I can adjust, remind myself not to surrender my self-respect, and find ways of living and being happy despite that hard truth.
The first hard truth I would discover here, years ago, is that all those very pretty WASPy girls named Courtney and Portia, who work at the surf club, weigh 90 pounds and flit about wearing short white tennis skirts, with their perfect teeth smile--what those nice girls get up to with BBC when Daddy is busy being led around on all fours by his mistress...Well...
Yeah, at first it is shocking for us *cough* little white guys, both in the sense that it makes us feel foolish for ever thinking that such a girl didn't do that and was actually satisfied with our little peckers, which she marries because she knows we're going to make money and afford her social standing, like her mother before her...
But it is only by watching enough of those videos that we learn that a) Yes, though we will never understand where it goes, she is nonetheless capable of being impaled by all nineteen thick inches of the guy's totem pole, and b) her squeals, protests, the tears rolling down her cheek--all of these are the indications of an intensity of pleasure we will never be able to give her.
But, like I say, give it five years and our sex companion robots will free us from ever having to compete with Blackzilla again. ;-)
 
I have made both my wife and my girl friend cry from sex. In neither case was it because it hurt. Neither could explain why they were crying. It was just intense emotions brought on by a really good session.
 
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