Dacryphilia.
The intense sexual desire or pleasure from crying. I love crying actually; it’s so freeing to me, so human. But there’s nothing, I mean fucking nothing, compared to the euphoria from crying because of sex.
Any type of tears too: eyeshadow dripping down my face when your cock is forced down my throat, rosy, wet cheeks from being slapped around, or even wails and screams from you forcing my other holes.
And there’s tears from shame too. Utter humiliation and despair, tears coming from a sense of defeat. I’m lying chained in a cage. I’m left on the bed bound while you’re preparing for round number whatever. I’m staring at my phone, alone in bed, motionless at the picture of my bare tits and smiling face you’re blackmailing me with, vibrator next to me, next to the script you laid out for me.
Anyways, just some nighttime thoughts from me. I hope you all had a wonderfully kinky day. I, personally, will be leaving my door & balcony door unlocked!
XOXO