When It's Over: The 5 Stages of Grieving the Loss of a Relationship Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, the time comes when we realize that the relationship is over. Sometimes this is a mutual decision and others the choice of only one. Rest assured though, if you have been in this relationship for any length of time, both people are experiencing a form o...
I'd had a tough childhood and a torrid time during my teens. I had spent most of my time in depression. I had however had many girlfriends until I was 18. After that point my depression got worse and so meeting new people got more difficult as I didn't leave the house. So when Jenny came along I had been short of practice. Jenny was smart, extremely sexy, s...
On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because y...
I dropped the belt & quietly asked "McCarthy, where did you learn to be such a docile Slutboy for your Mistress?" The ex-Marine Chief Cop's defeated shoulders drooped even more: he knew his shameful, submissive secret would have to be shared with his female boss!? "Mistress N'gyuen van Duc, I was a Marine Captain in Vietnam in the early '70-s. I was leadin...
Tom was just about at his wit's end. Ever since Ann had had her miscarriage, she had been distant, almost cold. Tom had tried everything he could think of to get her out of her funk. He had tried to be as understanding as possible, but Ann just didn't seem to respond. Tom had tried to get her to go to a counselor, but Ann had flatly refused, telling him that...
Guess who's back? Back again? I bring to you a little teaser that I wrote in one night. I thought it would be cool to post this since part two isn't done yet. Note: content may contain references to depression and suicide and REAL LIFE issues that do not commonly afflict the smut-scape. Now, without further dudes, I give you part 1.5 of Esther's tale. *...
I knew enough to realize I'd used my memories of Peter and I to shield myself from the horrible truth. I had the day to myself, accompanied only by the listlessness of a kind of depression seeping in over me, and I saw the day speeding away. I wanted comfort so badly. I wanted to buy a big packet of chocolate and go and see a film. Get away from everything...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...
Scott was scrawling away when the bell on the café door jangled. He was surprised to see the girl from the stationery shop step in, scanning the room as her eyes adjusted from the summer brightness outside. He wasn't surprised when the moment she saw him, her face lit up then she strode to his table. "Eager to get started, huh?" She hovered, clasping her fo...
Bruce Davids entered his apartment will the usual feeling of sadness and depression. He had been celebrating his fortieth birthday with friends but all he could think about was his ex-wife Paula. He had been married to Paula for fifteen years until he found her having a threesome with his friend and his wife a year ago. Even after that he did not wanted to d...