Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

“Nice to meet you too…” – I whispered as I continued to take my seat.

“Michael. My name is Michael. But, you can call me Mike…or daddy.” – He spoke, with a voice so deep it made my toes curl.

The table we were seated at was beautiful. Four chairs only, a private affair, and it seemed that the waiters were told not to bother us. Appetizers and drinks were already served, and by the gesticulations of my mom’s new boyfriend, I could tell he was the one doing the whole thing. He simply oozed of confidence and strength, something I had forgotten how it looks. I could easily see women being attracted to this man as moths to flame. After all, he really was a flame, a type of flame I haven’t seen before. I was seating between my mom and Brian and Mike was seating right across me. I saw him looking, giving me the same look from a little while ago. Suddenly, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, all I wanted was his eyes on me, forever.

“So, sweetheart, the reason we are here tonight is because I have something important to tell you.” – Mom started, reaching out to Mike and grabbing his hand. As I saw the two holding hands on the table, I felt jealous....and I didn't know why, exactly. I took a deep breath and I turned to face her: “Go on, mom.”

I saw her squeezing his hand, looking at him and smiling, before she turned back to me: “Michael and I are engaged.”

She said this so ever softly, with a tone of satisfaction in her voice I haven’t heard before. I remained calm and seated, looking at my glass of water in front of me, slowly nodding my head. As if I was trying to act that I didn’t know anything and I was slowly absorbing the news.

Brian leaned in and put his hand on my shoulder: “Welcome to the family, little sister!” – He exclaimed, quite loudly, taking his glass and proposing a toast. I followed his lead, as I was taken aback, not by the engagement, but by the effect Daddy has on me. This would take a while to get used to, I thought as I sat back and let mom talk about the wedding.

Chapter 2

Dinner was fantastic, the food was great and Brian kept the conversation lively. I noticed Daddy staring at me a couple of times during dinner and every single time I’d catch him look, it would give me the same burning uncomfortableness from the first time. I couldn’t call it uncomfortableness as I was aware it wasn’t not: it was desire.

Brian tried to talk to me during dinner, obviously flirtatious with me, but I totally let him down. Not because he wasn’t attractive: he really was, but simply because his dad was way better.

After dinner, my new 'Daddy' took us home. He left us in front of the house, opening the door for us and everything. Such a perfect gentleman. He escorted us to the door and once again, extended his hand for a handshake. The minute I took his hand, I blushed. I swear he smiled. Daddy leaned in and kissed me on the cheek: “I’ll see you soon, Beth.” – He whispered as I stood frozen, completely unable to breathe or move.

His kiss was so soft, the hair from his beard guided on my face ever so gently. Daddy smelled divinely, like a real man should smell. As I turned around to open the door, his smell lingered around me and I closed my eyes in a bid to soak every little bit of it. As I closed the door behind me, I saw him leaning in and kissing mom. As he was faced towards the door, Daddy opened his eyes and looked straight at me. This act took my breath away as I kept standing behind the door, staring at him while he was making out with mom.

As he was leaving the porch, mom walked in and I immediately ran to the kitchen.

“Beth hone

y, do you want to talk about it?”

I showed up, carrying a glass of water: “I’m happy for you mom.”

She walked to me and hugged me. I hugged her back, closing my eyes and feeling his perfume on her. The smell took me back to the moment Daddy kissed my cheek and I tried to linger it in for as long as possible.

“Oh honey, are you okay? You never hug me like this?” – Mom asked, obviously worried.

“I’m fine, mom. I’m really happy for you. What’s next?”

“Well, tomorrow we go to his house to meet his friends. After that, the rehearsal dinner.” – I saw the spark mom had in her eyes, something I hadn’t seen for a very long time. I could understand how a man like Mike was able to bring fire to everyone, especially to someone like mom.

“Okay, I’m in. I’m going to bed now.”

“Goodnight baby.” – She leaned in and kissed my forehead.

I went upstairs to my bedroom, changed, brushed my teeth and went to bed. Not for a second had I stopped thinking about Daddy. I was a virgin and I knew very little of what arousal felt like, but at that moment, I was sure that was it.

As I climbed into bed under the covers, my new Daddy’s eyes came to mind: his look, his beard, his smell… As those images kept playing over and over in my head, I reached down, slowly inside my bottom pajamas and under my panties. I had no idea what I was doing, all I knew was my pussy was wet and it wanted to be touched. I used my right hand to slowly massage it, gently finding the sweet spot that needed rubbing and I obliged. With my eyes closed, thinking about my new Daddy, I was rubbing myself wishing it was him here with me. I rubbed faster and faster until I felt I was on the brink of the finish line after which I pressed harder and harder and in a second, I was lifted from the bed and carried somewhere above. The feeling of that orgasm can never be forgotten as it was sweet and powerful at the same time, but even sweeter because it was completely forbidden. I smiled at these thoughts as I turned around and fell asleep.

Chapter 3

The next day, it was Saturday. I laid in bed for a little while longer thinking about last night before I finally decided it was time to go downstairs. I took off my pajamas and put on a robe before I went out of my room and descended downstairs. Saturdays were normally mild in our house, mom was either out shopping or already cooking lunch, while I’d linger in between the living room and the garden until it was really time to get up and get dressed. This Saturday, was different.

As I walked into the living room with nothing but a robe, messy hair, no makeup and puffy eyes, I saw mom sitting with Brian and Daddy. It completely shook me up! She should’ve told me!

“Ah, there she is! Good morning, sleepyhead.” – Brian yelled, eyeing me from head to toe. I glanced in his direction, without saying a word but simply nodding my head. I’ve been nodding my head around him so much that he probably thinks I’m so nervous I can’t speak in front of him. Mom jumped out of the armchair, walking towards me with her arms stretched:

“Good morning sweetie! Let me fix you some breakfast.”

“Good morning mom.” – I whispered, accepting her hug.