Hello, everyone, Zoe here. My favourite author on literotica
- ValerieK51 -
doesn't post here anymore. I miss her stories so much because the same sort of things turned us both on - her kinks were my kinks.
Her story 'School For Girls' is like THE handbook to the way I feel. Everything that happened in that story I would love to happen to me. I even made myself a uniform just like she described.
For this story, I've taken my cue from Valerie's 'Grandma Effie' where a conservatively dressed older woman with an uninhibited kinky side takes control of a young male who is (temporarily) kept naked. Then I've gone a different way. I've basically written this story for Valerie, to appeal specifically to her, but that's not to say others won't enjoy it too!
It was a common theme in her stories to use her own name and that of her son, Sam, with whom she was having an incestuous relationship (at least, in her stories - I can't speak for real life).
So as both an homage to ValerieK51 and as a plea to her, begging her to reconsider leaving and come back to us, I have borrowed the names of two of her characters - Valerie and Sam Knight, for my story.
Please come back Valerie. I miss you.
Zoe.
p.s. Just one other thing. I wasn't sure what category to ask to have it placed in. It is basically a CFNM story, so I guess that gives it a strong exhibitionist/voyeur slant. There's an incest element, but I think the incest is mild and the other elements too strong to be truly at home in the incest/taboo category. So I ultimately chose fetish, as that is a theme which runs throughout. I'm not interested in having a large readership, I'm more concerned with the calibre of those readers. ;-)
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Zoe and Sam had been dating for three weeks. They'd met at a concert, where Sam had accidentally spilt his drink over Zoe. He'd been such a gentleman, offering her his own top, but Zoe had told him not to worry about it; it was fine. She was just a little damp, she'd dry out soon enough. Grabbing a drink at the bar afterwards, the two exchanged numbers. Hop, skip, jump. Dating.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"What turns you on?"
"You do."
"No, really.
"Really. You do."
Zoe lay flat on her stomach on Sam's bed. She was nude. They'd just had sex. He was on his back, cock soft and facing the ceiling. Zoe seemed to go away in her mind for a minute or two, then she came back to the physical realm.
"Sam? I don't want you to be afraid of sharing your fantasies with me."
"I'm not afraid."
"So tell me one."
"What? Now?"
Zoe grinned through her teeth. "Sure!"
"Okay, um? Uh..."
"Struggling?"
Sam laughed, "Yeah. I mean there's so many, where do I begin!"
"Nooo! Seriously. You can tell me Sam."
"Zoe, you turn me on. You're so pretty."
"You don't think my boobs are too small?"
"I think your boobs are perfect. Small yes. But I like small."
"What else?"
"Do we have to do this? I like you Zoe. I like your face, I like your eyes. I like the way you smell. Your boobs, the way they fall back and you just have these nipples sticking up. I like that you don't shave your bush, that it's like a forest down there. I like your legs, your inner thighs. That beautiful bum of yours, your sexy toes. I like holding your hand Zoe. I like feeling you beside me, knowing that you're there, that I can just turn and say something and know that you'll hear me. And that it's me that you're listening to, that I have your attention. I like the way you dress."
"You do?"
"I do."
"How? What in particular?"
Sam sighed. "Just anything Zoe. I like the way you dress, you have a nice style. Kind of classic and plain. I like that you don't wear bright colours, you know, flashy and mixed. I don't like mixed colours."
"What colours do you like?"
"Just, you know. Blue, grey... white and black. Just the classic colours."
"How would you dress me?"
"What?"
"You know. If you could pick out my wardrobe for the day, how would you dress me?"
"Oh Zoe, do we have to? You can dress any way you like and I'll still love you."
"You love me?"
"What?
"You said you loved me."
"Zo-eeee! Why, why do you have to mess with me all the time? Yes, I love you, okay? I'm in love with you. I think you're beautiful and I want to be with you. But girl, you don't half mess with my head at times!"
Zoe smiled and bounced up onto her knees alongside Sam. She took hold of his cock, just lying there motionless and began playing with it. She let go and lay down on top of him, feeling his cock harden between them. She kissed him on his lips and gazed into his eyes. "I love you too Sam."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. He rolled over on Zoe and began kissing her all down her body, quickly finding his way between her legs.
"Do you want me to shave for you Sam?"
"Hell no. Frankly, I can't wait for this whole silly shaving phase to end. Women just look better with a bush."
"Really Sam? You look at other women?"
Sam squirmed.
"It's okay baby, I'm kidding. We've only been together a few weeks. I know you looked at other women."
"I only looked at them because I hadn't found you."
"Oh Sam. You say the sweetest things."
He ran his tongue through her bush, finding the entrance to her warm moist cavern. He licked his finger and pushed it into her backside. Zoe moaned. He began to work her clit with his tongue while he finger fucked her ass. She soon began lifting her backside off the bed to meet his touches.
"Enough Sam, enough. Come up here. I want you inside me."
Zoe ran a condom down the outside of Sam's shaft and guided him inside her.
As he began to thrust in and out of her, he maintained eye contact. "I do love you Zoe. I really do."
"I love you too Sam. Oh! God!" Zoe's orgasm was already here. Her pussy clenched around Sam's cock and she arched her back, pushing out her breasts.
Sam slipped out of her and let her roll over into his arms, where he just held her.
"You didn't cum."
"But you did. That's all that matters to me."
"Oh Sam, let me suck you off."
"No babe, let's just lie. It's nice, isn't it?"
"So nice Sam. So nice."
They lay like that for much of the afternoon, Zoe with her head on Sam's chest and Sam rubbing his fingers up and down Zoe's arm and shoulder.
"You never told me Sam."
"Told you what?"
"How you would dress me. Tell me now Sam. Please."
"Um..."
"Would you like me in a skirt? A dress? Trousers, shorts?"
"Skirt."
"Okay. What colour?"
"I don't know, grey or black I guess."
"Long, short, straight, pleated."