Best Friend, Lover, and Abuser

Stockholm syndrome is a psychological condition that occurs when a victim of abuse identifies and attaches, or bonds, positively with their abuser. This syndrome was originally observed when hostages who were kidnapped not only bonded with their kidnappers, but also fell in love with them. Professionals have expanded the definition of Stockholm syndrome to include any relationship in which victims of abuse develop a strong, loyal attachment to the perpetrators of abuse.

That is one of the hardest things to except, "victim", I don't think of my self as a victim. I think of my self as a bright articulate highly educated, second in my law school graduating class, attorney. I stand up/fight for the victims so how/why did I become a victim of domestic violence and stay in the situation for two years?

That question troubles me to this day and that is part of the journey that led me to write on Literotica. My first attempts at writing erotic stories were about my relationship with Lisa a twenty seven year old five foot three blonde, slim, fit, with dazzling blue eyes. She was gorgeous probably still is I have not seem her in two years.

The passion and sexual tension was there from the start Lisa was my neighbor when I moved into my dream tenth floor apartment after graduating law school. I was a naive young woman who grew up on a horse farm in Kentucky. Finding a kindred spirit in the big city to hang out with was perfection.

After our magical night in a nightclub bathroom, our passion and sexual tension reaching a breaking point finally breaking through into action, the sex was new, playful, and fun full of a primal passion. When she moved in with me life was perfect we were best friends, lovers, my first lesbian relationship.

Many of my first stories are about that magic time "A Story of Discovery", A Night of Passion", "A Love Story" attempts to make sense of what happened. But a year later I still can't explain why I let it happen to me. I know my place in the world I'm a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman, I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter, 30year old bi-sexual woman victim does not fit the image I have of my self.

But I have come to realize being a victim of domestic abuse is part of me now, part of my story, part of what makes me, me. The counseling has help, the recovery group has help, volunteering/ offering my legal services pro bono to other victims helps, all part of my journey.

Stockholm syndrome occurs when certain dynamics are at play, and it happens within particular circumstances. Following is a list of ingredients that can contribute to the development of the syndrome in individuals. The one that applies to me is Intermittent good/bad behavior that creates trauma bonds. Stockholm syndrome is a form of trauma bond, where the victims "wait out" the bad behaviors for the "crumbs" of good behaviors bestowed on them. Lisa tried to isolated me from others. When people are in abusive systems, access to outside input and communication is limited, or even nonexistent. This way, only the perpetrators' input is allowed, It is a form of "uber-propaganda,".

Lisa had a way of making me think of her feelings first not wanting to upset her. When I had to stay late working on a case or went home for my high school reunion my story "Ten Year Reunion" my first attempts to break free. "The End" is a story/fantasy of me rising up, standing up for my self. The truth is far simpler, attorney's I worked with noticed bruises, even with my attempts to cover them up, and had an intervention of sorts with me.

I owe them a lot maybe my very life and I am forever grateful to them. If you have read my works before you can see a growth of trying to discover who I am now. Exploring my mind late at night when I can't sleep finding new pleasures, new loves, new hope. The writing has helped, the readers feedback has helped, the chat rooms here have helped me find a strong footing again.

I should also mention my wonderful friends in the music scene, playing, singing, performing live music for an audience has also helped me grow from a scared victim of abuse to a confident musician.

So you mite be asking why write such a personal story, feelings, here, I'm writing this for those who need to know the sun will come out tomorrow. Life can be better you deserve to be treated with respect, tenderness. and love.

Lost Opportunity, my pen name, refers to all those times I missed the signals, failed to take the leap of faith, didn't recognize or understand what others were feeling/wanting, just didn't go far enough from my own hang ups and fears. I've learned in my thirty years to say yes, to take a chance, make a move, have no regrets, push limits, explore new pleasures, even if I fail or are rebuffed, even those that don't work out or even when they hurt how do I know if I don't at least try? Life is short enjoy the ride. Let's go dancing, our bodies moving together, grinding, forming a deep connection between us that is flirtatious, romantic, sensual. Your mouth moving to mine, we kiss, lips meeting for the first time, our tongues intertwined in an thrilling erotic dance. Strolling back down the Riverwalk holding hands under the moonlight stopping to kiss under the Bamberg Bridge. Feels so good, your soft lips, so natural, tingling all over, caught up in our lust & desire, I want more. Join me on a journey of discovery our arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, mouths, tongues exploring each others bodies, pleasure building, tingling, shaking, moaning, laughing in sheer delight. The smell & sounds of our sex filling the room, lust and desire running our minds in a ancient primal dance of love, sex & fun.

I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them while one handed typing late at night in the dark. Exploring my body writhing in pleasure as my fingers explore and disappear inside my soaking wet pussy. My juices flowing, eyes transfixed, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My fingers finding my breast pinching my delicate nipples caressing, squeezing, teasing, them. Bringing one of my breast to my mouth I tease with it flicking my long tongue over my erect nipple. Taking my time I let my fingers slide down slowly over my flat stomach through my soft red pubes to my waiting wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my clit. Inserting one then two fingers inside me slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years and years of practice. Tingling all over, legs spread and up, knees bent, typing away, writing on my journey of exploration. Moaning as my now wet fingers plunge into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Rubbing my swollen clit the first waves of sheer pleasure encompass me.

The sounds coming out of my mouth sometimes surprises me. Something primal taking over, losing all rational control, life is not perfect and neither is my stories, they are dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. they are not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing, I'm simply purging my mind, looking for earth shattering orgasms. Life is short enjoy the ride.

I know my place in the world I'm a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I'm a writer and a slut. Plunging my fingers in hard, deep ready to cum. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter 30year old bi-sexual woman💋

Life's secrets revealed.... Thank you for reading my stories all feedback is welcomed.