Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room
Millie Dynamite
Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room
By Millie Dynamite
Description: In Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room, the line between family, love, and lust becomes blurred. A father seduces his own daughter, taking the young woman’s innocence. As the two succumb to their forbidden desires, they find themselves unable to resist the burning passion that consumes them. When they succumb to their intense desires, the pair risk everything. One night, the passion ignites in a darkened room. This steamy and captivating story explores the complexities of family, lust, and the forbidden taboo of a father and daughter’s love that goes too far. It will leave you breathless and yearning for more.
Tags: Taboo romance daddy, daughter forbid forbidden, incest incestuous dirty, oral anal sex erotic, erotica first time virgin, deflower steamy explicit, family romance amoral, prohibited lustful, shameless debauched titillating
Published: 2021-07-16
Size: ≈ 4,949 Words
Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room
Beyond desire, beyond obsession, their love is everything!
An Incestuous Erotic Short Story
Millie Dynamite
© Copyright 2021/23 by Millie Dynamite
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic incestuous sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously-any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales are entirely coincidental. This story does not condone father-daughter sexual encounters or unprotected sex.
Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room
Watch out. You turned the corner and entered Millie’s Vast Expanse - a land of forbidden delights, stolen kisses, and loving embraces between those who should refrain from such warm, tender, and taboo graces. A father and daughter discover their special love in the tenderness of a dark night. A journey of discovery begins in the wee hours of the morning following a young woman’s eighteenth birthday.
Alone in the darkness, a soft creak and a light clunk disturbed my dream, like a door opened and closed with care. In less than a single heartbeat, I realized I wasn’t alone. Roused from my sleep, my eyes flutter, opening to near-total darkness. Rising in bed, I gazed into the surrounding blackness, only able to discern a form at the door.
In the lightlessness of my room, his outline was all I made out, tall and muscular, a man quite familiar to me. A knot forms in my tummy, for I recognize my father standing by my chest of drawers. The glimmer from his cigarette lit his handsome face in a cherry-red glow. Unmoving, he gazes at me. As my eyes become accustomed to the light, his face becomes clear, his ice-cold blue eyes are bloodshot, the aroma of his beer and smoke assaults my nostrils. I can’t understand why he is in my room.
As if to clear up my confusion, daddy asked me a question.
“How old are you?” he asked, his voice in a hushed whisper.
“Eighteen,” I said.
“Yeah, when’d ‘at happen?”
“Drake, I mean Daddy,” I said. For he knew when my birthday happened.
“No, baby doll, call me Drake. Now, sweetheart, when’d you turn 18?”
“Drake, today,” I said, still barely awake. “You weren’t at my party.”
“No, you’re wrong,” he said, glancing at his wristwatch. “Today is tomorrow, and your birthday was yesterday.”
“What?” I said.
“After midnight, little lady,” daddy said, thumping his watch.
“Oh, yeah, yesterday. You … still didn’t show up,” I said, sounding somewhat put out.
“What’d I tell ya before your birthday?”
“You’d give me my present when you got home from work. But you never got home,” I said, voicing my disappointment.
“I’m home now, aren’t I?” he asked.
“Yeah, but my birthday is over,” I said.
The grandfather’s clock downstairs chimed a full complement and then rang twice.
“Well, only by two hours,” he smiled at me, the kind of smile which steals your heart. To me, my father was my universe.
Not to be cruel, but my stepmother was a cold, nasty, jealous bitch. She’d driven my father into other women’s arms, blaming me for the issues between them, all the while plotting to drive a wedge between us. In general, she made life, for both of us, difficult.
Putting his beer on the top of the bureau, he snubbed out the smoke in an ashtray he’d carried into my room, turned to me, and gave me the biggest grin.
“Come here and give me a kiss, baby doll,” he said.
Tossing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, rushed to him, leaping into his muscular arms. With a tight grip, we hugged for several moments; we kissed a father-daughter peck. Closing his eyes, Daddy moved his face close to mine, so close, the heat from his skin warmed my flesh. With tenderness, he pressed his lips to mine a second time; we kissed in a way we’d never done before. Melting into him, my heart raced, pumping the blood to my head, making my brain spin out of control.