I sit on this bench at the playground and watch the vultures surround you. "HDOP" Hot Dad On Playground. My husband came up with that one, likes to declare he's it when he comes here with the kids. But he's not here today. You are. HDOP. Standing there, needled by the three moms who have come here together. The ones who laugh just a little bit too loud and...
It was the early 80s. I had just gone through a nasty divorce, and had moved back to the small southern town I grew up in, and started working for my dad again at his employment agency. His office was an old house that had been converted to office space. It's important later, bear with me! The old living room was in the front, with a short hallway leading p...
An Introduction You may have read some of my other stories published on Literotica. Being naked is something I find arousing and exciting. I realized this as a teenager when I experimented with being nude. After bathing or taking a shower, usually at night, I'd remain naked alone in my room. It was arousing being free from the confining clothes I wore. I wo...
It was evening. My wife and I were running along the bike path through the park. Almost finished with our five mile run, both of us were working up quite a sweat. The path narrowed and I dropped behind her, letting her keep up our six and half minute per mile pace. I glanced at her and noticed how good she looks from behind in her running bra and shorts. He...
He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue. "Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself. Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this...
When Sunday raised its head, the girl was excited and full of ideas for exhibiting herself, for she thought that she had become an exhibitionist. But should she plan such things? Friday evening on the museum steps and Saturday afternoon at the launderette had just randomly happened. Would planning these events make them work? No! She couldn't plan it, but sh...
"Another drink?" Sam asked me, slurring his words a bit. He didn't bother waiting for a response - just lumbered into the kitchen and left me with the telly smoking a cigarette. His sister and parents had gone for two weeks in Morocco, leaving him to rattle around alone in his house. For us this meant a lot of drinking and smoking inside. I checked the clo...
My wonderful wife died almost exactly 6 years ago. She had made me very happy and we enjoyed our life together. Our life was made all the better when our only daughter Megan was born 27 years ago. My wife and I have been very successful in business and we were both retired and living life to its fullest when disaster struck. Donna was killed in a car smash w...
"Lilith, my shirt is hanging in the closet. I pressed it for you earlier today, please disrobe and put it on, slowly. Leave your panties for last. And turn your back to me; I'll tell you when to turn around." There is something exceptionally sexy seeing you in my shirt; I think ownership in the sense we talked about the other day is most prevalent; closely f...
Author's Note: I've been itching to write this story ever since I heard a certain song. Everyone interprets things in different ways. This is how I pictured this song. You're probably wondering what song I'm talking about. It's called "Hoppipolla" by the Icelandic band Sigur Ros. If you haven't heard it before, check it out. It will change your life. Happy R...