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On Patreon TodayWe are back to normaland that means new art from our dear friend Christeen.As ever we aredelighted to findChristeen bringingus super femininefantasies, featuringpoor sweet Chris.
Hi Everyone I am back and have had a super time, but I have missed you all so much and I am looking to bring us all lots of new fun and things. It might take me a while to get all these lovely messages replied to, but I will get there I promise. So lets not mess about any more and get into today's adventure for Andy and Aunt Jane. So we are deep into Andy's journey. Aunt Jane has set up Boy? but it seems she is looking for other investors. Has she finally broken away from the Sisterhood or is she looking for backers to allow her to pay them off. We may well be in the US and this might be set just before they are forced to go on the run to Nowheresville. I'll leave it all up to you my friends
XXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayIt is Friday and so it is time for me to step up and share a piece of my own art.This was sneak peekeda few weeks ago andnow we see the fullimage.I have to say I do love the colour of this dress Andy is wearing I think Aunt Jane made the perfect choice.
Hi Everyone I will be away all next week on Holiday,taking the chance to relax after a crazy start to the year and hopefully visit some very special friends. I will be back on the blog in a weeks time, full of new stuff and fun, but in the meantime I will have pre-loaded some bits and bobs for your delights over on Patreon. That said it is Friday and that means we still have the delights of new art from Christeen to enjoy before our little break.So we have two classics and teo new classics.Thank you Christeen.See you all soonXXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
Hi EveryoneJust popped into share a few little bits, plus a super story from our dear Skinnie Stallion.
First Up a blog Legend.
Kylie Minogue, 57 (I only add the age because WOW!!!)
Kylie recently kicked off the European leg of her Tension Tour at The O2 Arena. Kylie wowed fans wearing skintight pants, a tunic, a corset over the top, and long gloves, all in a bright blue latex . She completed the look with matching heeled boots. I think she looks amazing and strong. It was very much the same outfit she wore back in the summer of last year only then in red.
Kylie will always be a legend on our blog, plus is give me the chance to share a newly discovered version of an old clip, back in her William Wilde phase.
Hey lets have a special treat, how about some classic Christeen.
Now I can not remember if I ever shared this with you. Its very cute and clearly rather old, but he is just so adorable.
And now lets just catch up on life at the Village. This is a story by our dear friend Skinnie S. It is a side step from the world I created for Andy and Jane, but that just makes it all the more fun and original. It also touches gently up against the wonderful world of Mistress LeatherBeth ,which is a great example, because wherever Mistress Leather Beth wishes to go in her version of the Andy world is super fine, everyone can create their own idea within their own branch of the Andyverse. It's great As ever everyone's take on the world of Andy and Jane is welcome, that is what art is for, to inspire originality and not slavish reproduction (I can do that myself).So here is Skinnies super story to round up today's fun and I am sure Skinnie will not be offended to have had Kylie as his warm up act.Big hugsXXAndy
A Boy’s Name
By
Skinnie Stallion
1. Parish Visiting
Mayfield was perspiring freely as he approached the front door. He ran his finger round the elasticated collar of his black turtleneck. A little ventilation was necessary on the hottest day so far this summer. He wanted to take off his jacket, but it didn’t seem becoming, not on his first day. He was regretting his decision to walk to Fullerton Hall rather than take the car. It didn’t seem far from the Vicarage to the gates to the Hall, but he hadn’t realised that its estate was going to be so large, nor its curving drive so deceptively long. He should have checked the map of the Parish lands. Still, needs must. His predecessor, Reverend Dogwood, had told him that Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones was the Parish’s largest benefactor, so it seemed sensible to meet with her on his first day on the job.
Rounding the front circle with its fountain, he was grateful for the shade of the porch. He straightened his jacket and adjusted his crucifix on its little silver chain. He was surprised to see that the front door was open and that there were dust sheets covering the floor of the entrance. Inside was darkness Flecks of dust glistened in the air catching the sunlight sneaking through the window blinds. There was a smell of brick dust and plaster. He didn’t know whether to strike the front door knocker or pull the metal handle attached by staples to the red brick wall. He pulled the handle. A bell echoed distantly within, then silence. No movement. Not a sound apart from the cooing of doves in the dovecote above the stable block. He felt like he was back in some Jane Austen novel.
He waited. Nothing. He turned and looked back at the estate and the snaking row of poplars lining the drive. It must be at least a quarter of a mile long. Lady Jane certainly commanded a vast estate. He pulled the handle again and waited. He didn’t feel he could just walk in, not when he was still a stranger in his new Parish. He was starting to walk away disconsolately when a head poked round the corner of the house. “Would you be wanting her Ladyship?” asked a rather wizened old man wearing a battered soft felt hat, moleskin trousers, gardening smock, and heavy brown boots. Maybe more Thomas Hardy than Jane Austen he pondered?
“Yes, I was calling round to see Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.”
“She ain’t here. She got the builders in. She be down at the cottage with the young Master.”
The young Master? Mayfield didn’t know that Lady Jane had a son; Reverend Dogwood had never mentioned him. “Thank you. I’m Reverend Green, Mayfield Green. I’m the new Vicar. And may I ask your name, sir.”
“I’m Wilkins. I does the garden and the borders. ‘Ave done these sixty years. Worked for Fullertons man and boy.”
“Oh. That is a long time. You must like it here.”
“The Fullertons is good people. Miss Jane be good too. She mayn’t be a proper Fullerton but she’m good too. The best we have,” he ruminated. “All we have since we lost his Lordship,” he added.
Mayfield recalled Reverend Dogwood telling him about the tragic disappearance and death of Lord Fullerton twenty or more years ago. “And will I see you in Church on Sunday?”
“Sorry, Vicar, I goes to Friends Meeting House. But I comes to the Church Fête, and the Christmas Panto.”
“Never mind, my son. Worship how you choose. All are welcome in the house of God.” My son? Mayfield felt embarrassed as soon as he said it. Wilkins must be at least forty, maybe fifty years older him,. “Where can I find the cottage?”
“You passed it when yous come in. It’s behind gatehouse at the start of the drive.”
“Oh dear. Well at least it’s on my way back. And she’s down at the cottage with her son?”
“Not her son. Her nephew. Master Andrew. Nice boy. Lovely, he be.”
“Oh, thank you. It was nice meeting you, Mr.Wilkins.”
“Nice meeting you too, Reverend. And it’s just Wilkins. Tell young Jane that I’ve bedded out the pansies, will you?
“Certainly, Wilkins. Bye for now.”
“G’bye Vicar.”
Mayfield made his way back. At least the poplars afforded some shade. There was a roar of an engine and tires on the gravel. He stepped back hastily on to the verge as a battered van with ‘Davies & Son: Builders’ crudely stencilled on its side sped past him heading towards the gates. It raced along the parched drive kicking up clouds of dust. He stopped to wipe his brow. When he rounded the bend, he saw a sleek limousine glide out from a side road and turn out of the imposing iron gates. It moved silently. Mayfield despaired. Surely he hadn’t missed Lady Jane? But he could hear voices. Somewhat raucous voices.
2.Gatehouse Cottage
Andy was laying out the tray - milk jug, three cups and saucers, sugar bowl (the large sugar bowl, he knew what builders were like), strawberry jam, clotted cream, three plates, teaspoons, knives, paper napkins – when Jane bustled into the kitchen. “That looks nice, darling,” she said. “I’m just off to the village. I need to run some errands.”
“Yes, Auntie,” he said while trying to suppress a faintly quizzical look. Andy wasn’t surprised to see that she was wearing one of her pairs of black leather pants. That was normal, at least for Jane, but he was surprised that she was wearing one of her best pairs of Balmains. A tight pair of Balmains complemented by a white a silk blouse, and light cerise Chanel bolero jacket. His Aunt always dressed to impress but this was hardly normal wear for running errands, not even for her. And not on a warm summer’s day.
“I’m going to HotHouse to see if Lois can replace the pump on our vacbed. Now the weather’s warmed up, it’ll be nice to get you all hot and sticky. And I’ll book you an appointment at Doll’s House.”
“Oh, goodie,” said Andy, pleased at the prospect of some relaxing primping and prissification, and an exciting spell of squirming and teasing in Jane’s vacbed. But he was even more puzzled by Jane’s wardrobe choice: it hardly seemed necessary to dress up for seeing Madame Stella.
“And I’ll be dropping by the Vicarage to meet the new Minister. They start today.”
“Oh!” That explained it: the new Minister, a replacement for crusty old Reverend Dogwood. The Parish Council had been lobbying for someone who would be more in tune with life in the village. Reverend Dogwood had never seemed to develop a rapport with Alice when she became his new curate. Andy was hoping that they might get a young female deacon. He didn’t know what his Aunt was hoping for. Whoever it might be, it looked like she was determined that they would start on her terms.
Outside he heard a vehicle crunch to a halt and car doors slamming. “Anyway, must run. Give us a kiss, darling.” There were steps outside and loud voices: the boys had arrived for their afternoon tea break. Andy leaned forward on his heels to give his Aunt a peck on the cheeks. “Not like that, darling, you silly goose.” Jane took a pace towards him, pulled him close and kissed him full on the lips. He could feel the hard underwiring of her Gossard Superboosts pressing against his chest. Someone wanted a good embonpoint and it wasn’t him with his little training bra hiding the disappointing flatness residing beneath his black latex maid’s dress. Their tongues met fleetingly. There were wolf whistles outside. Andy looked up to see Tom Davies and the Smith brothers leering through the kitchen window. “Never mind them, darling,” said Jane pulling back. “You can have more of that later darling. That’s if I don’t have you underneath a layer of tight latex sheeting as soon as I get home.”
As Jane moved towards the door, Andy hoped that Auntie Stella, as Andy referred to Lois Watkins (Madame Stella being much too formal) had a spare pump: an hour or two being plugged and restrained in the vac bed would be a nice break from his maid duties, and a perfect prelude to what Jane might want to do him later. What he didn’t want was one of those evenings when Jane invited Chantelle round and left him immobile and isolated while still able to hear the two of them having fun together. Trapped within the tight latex capsule sucking on a penis gag and being helplessly aroused by the soft vibrations of his Hummingbird was nice when Jane was playing with him, but the height of edged frustration when he knew Jane was playing with someone else.
The kettle started to boil. While the tea was brewing, he took six scones from the wire gridle where they’d been cooling and put them on a serving plate. He placed the tea pot and the plate on the tray. After taking a deep breath, he carried it outside where the workmen were lounging on the patio. He’d been at school with Tom Davies. He was beyond worrying. He might be wearing a dress. He might be a sissymaid. But he had Aunt Jane. What was there to care about? “Tea’s up, boys,” he announced.
More wolf whistles. “Thank you, Miss Andy,” said Bill Smith in an exaggerated way.
“Is Lady Jane still fucking you, then?” asked his brother, Jim.
“Or has that William still got the hots for you?” added Bill.
“Or is a cute girl like you getting fucked by both of them?” Andy blushed.
“Shut up you two!” interjected Tom. “Leave him alone! You’re just envious.”
“Oooh, get him!” exclaimed Jim. “Fancy him yerself, do you Tom?”
“Piss off! Just be pleasant. Lady Jane has given us this job. My dad will be mad at us if we lose the contract because of you two idiots insulting the staff. Just be grateful for the nice cream tea Andy’s provided. This is better than just a mug of Rosie Lee.”
“The tea’s still brewing,” said Andy, grateful to Tom for defusing the situation. He looked at Tom who turned away quickly. Did Tom fancy him? He had to wonder, even if William was his heart’s desire. Why had he never noticed when they were at school? “Help yourself,” he said to the workmen gesturing at the tray.
“Tom can be mother,” said one of Smiths sarcastically.
Tom coughed and nodded sidewards. The Smiths followed his glance and fell silent.
“Hello,” said a voice. Andy turned. A minister of the Church in dark jacket and trousers, and black turtleneck was standing behind him on the patio. No dog collar but a silver crucifix dangled from his neck. The gentleman was sweating profusely. He must have come round by the side of the cottage. How long had he been stood there? How much had he overheard? “Good afternoon, Miss. Good afternoon boys. I was looking for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones. I was told by the gardener that she’d be here.”
“That’d be Wilkins,” said Andy adopting his formal maid persona walking towards the clergyman and trying to shield him from the builders. “I’m afraid Lady Jane has just gone out.”
“Oh dear, I wondered if that was her car pulling out earlier. What a shame. I’m Reverend Green, the new vicar. I had hoped to meet with Lady Jane.”
“I think she was planning to drop by the Vicarage on her way back so you may still catch her.”
“I have rather messed this up,” said Mayfield. “I’ve come to see her, and she’s gone to meet me. And you are….?” he asked, surprised at seeing such an attractive girl wearing tight frilly latex on a hot day.
“I’m Lady Jane’s maid,” said Andy.
“So sorry I missed Lady Jane by a few minutes. I should have made an appointment, but since I was passing by, I thought I'd take the opportunity to pay my respects. Please young lady, perhaps I could at least meet her nephew. Mr.Wilkins said he was staying here too .... ..what was the boy's name?.....Andrew I think? Is he around?”
“That be Andy,” intruded one of the Smiths earwigging their conversation and pointing at the nervous maid. Andy quivered, it was one thing many in the village knowing about his preferences and guessing at his proclivities, quite another for the new Vicar to find out in this way. He wished Jane was here to explain.
“Andy? That’s a boy’s name,” interjected Mayfield.
“Yes, I’m Andy, well Andrew,” acknowledged Andy. He might as well get it over and done with. The Vicar was bound to find out sooner or later.
“You!” exclaimed Mayfield. “But I thought you ….”
“Yes, I quite understand,” said Andy. He could hear the Smiths sniggering in the background despite Tom trying to shush them. “I’m Andrew, Andrew Watson. I’m Lady Jane’s maid.”
“But you ….. you’re ……your dress ….. on such a hot summer’s day?”
“Oh, this? The thing is Vicar, I like wearing latex. Latex and high heels. Auntie has trained me to be a good maid.”
3. Two Years Later
Andy felt they were living in chaos. Work was frenetic for both him and Jane. The pace, relentless. So this is what it was like trying to grow a brand. On top of that, they were having to move out of Fullerton Hall while it was receiving emergency treatment for woodworm. Gatehouse Cottage would be their home for the next fortnight while the oak panels and joists were fumigated and preserved. To make matters worse, Jane was also having building work done at the cottage. She wanted an attic conversion for a fourth ‘bedroom’ where special visitors could be housed (‘or restrained overnight’ Andy had mused.)
He paid the driver and got out of the taxi. As it pulled away from Gatehouse Cottage, he rummaged in his Chanel tote and began to curse. He knew that they were going to be in the cottage while the conservators were doing their work, so why had he forgotten to pick up his keys before setting off that morning? He’d remembered well enough when ordering his taxi. He rang the bell and waited, hoping the builders would still be working. A forlorn hope: they’d already knocked off. Part of him regretted lingering so long outside B⚥y? signing autographs after the store closed, but he couldn’t disappoint all the young girls and boys who’d come specially to see him. They were the future, and future B⚥y? customers. What would they think if B⚥y?’s most prominent brand ambassador wasn’t prepared to spend time with them?
He pondered what to do. Auntie wasn’t going to be back till the evening. He could walk over to Fullerton Hall and get his keys to the cottage, but he didn’t have a face mask. He’d need one to protect him from the toxic fumes if he was going into the Hall. And it would mean walking nearly three-quarters of a mile in his Loubislings. He didn't fancy that: five inch heels weren't going to be good on the gravelled drive nor the grass verge,.
He sat down on one of the patio chairs and closed his eyes to think. With all the cushions locked indoors, the unpadded seat was hard on his bottom. He was simply glad to sit down after being on his feet all day for the brand promo. He needed a good rest before he did another event later in the week at B&K. He wanted a nice relaxing day tomorrow but doubted he’d get one with the builders still working. Maybe he could persuade Auntie to give him some vacbed ‘therapy’: that would keep him off his feet.
He tried to settle on the seat. He wished he had his Hummingbird. He imagined it humming inside him. A smile formed on face as he thought of Will and the weekend. Will had been so helpful with all the packing, the boxes and the dust covers before the conservators and builders started. Auntie had been kind letting Andy lather and shower him after such hard sweaty work. And allowing Will to stay overnight, and share their bed. Andy wriggled his bottom, bucking his head slightly as he remembered the warm sensation of them sharing him. He wanted to recapture the glow inside. Moments of pleasure. Moments of ecstasy. Moments with Auntie but even better with Will: hard like Auntie but even nicer. Moments of love.
He rested his elbow on the table and leant his head on his hand. It eased the weight on his tight little bum. What was he going to do? He was longing to tell Jane how the ‘Meet and Greet’ had gone at B⚥Y?. Many people had admired his Superlock™ catsuit from the new ‘Feeling Feline’ range, though only a few had noticed its back zip and back padlock. They tended to be older ladies: mature ladies who gave him knowing glances. A back zip. Rear access. Locked rear access. They knew what that was all about. So many girls had wanted him to sign their copies of the new B⚥Y? catalogue. He'd lost count of the times he'd written "Love Andy xxx" during the day. It wasn’t just boys who’d wanted a kiss.
The peonies and trailing roses filled the air with their sweet scent while the soft buzzing of bees have a soporific effect. As he listened to their drone, his mind drifted back to the first time he’d met the Vicar, here, at the cottage. Back then, he’d been worried by the Vicar seeing him dressed as a maid. Would he understand? Andy had been annoyed that the Smiths had blurted out his secret. At least they’d calmed down since then. Bill Smith had the hots for Kitty and was anxious to impress her, while his brother Jim was going out with Nikki. And Tom? Poor old Tom: it seemed he still held a torch for Andy, even though he knew Andy would never be his. Perhaps Andy should introduce him to Liam.
The Vicar had been so kind and understanding. He’d not blenched at seeing a boy in a dress. Not any dress: a maid’s dress, a latex dress. A boy in make-up. A boy in high heels. A totally feminised boy! A boy as a maid. Lady Jane’s latex sissymaid.
He’d had a nice chat with the Vicar. After he’d made him some tea, of course. He found he could talk to the Vicar. Talk to the Vicar about his Aunt and how much he loved her. Talk to the Vicar about Will and how much he loved him. Talk to the Vicar about how much he loved being a girl for both of them. A very feminine girl. The Vicar had understood. The Vicar didn't judge. He was cool. He accepted. Yes, there might be some issues, but love was love. People were people. God loved all his children. At that moment Andy had known that Mayfield would be the perfect Vicar for the Parish.
The clouds parted. That was it! The Vicar! He could call Mayfield. Did Mayfield have a spare key? He wasn’t sure. Auntie had always been a bit cagey about these things. He’d always wondered when she disappeared some evenings. Were there midnight assignations? Very Lady Chatterley’s lover. Or was Auntie just meeting with Chantelle and not wanting to disturb him? He liked to think it was Mayfield. It had been so many years for her since Henry.
He opened Contacts on his phone. He ran down the list till he reached ‘Green, Mayfield’. “Hello Vicar. It’s Andy…… Yes, Andrew ……”
“Oh, hello Andrew. How can I help you?”
“Sorry to trouble you Vicar, but I’m a bit stuck.”
“Stuck? What do you mean stuck? You’ve not tried a size too large again, have you? Do you need more lube? Or the Fire Brigade?”
Andy thought he could hear a chuckle in Mayfield’s voice. “No Vicar,” replied Andy blushing at his indiscretion two months ago when ambition had exceeded capacity and he’d tried for the XXL: not too difficult on the way in; impossible on the way out. Jane hadn’t been able to resist telling that story to all her friends. “I’m at Gatehouse Cottage and locked out. Auntie isn't going to be back till this evening. Do you have a spare key?”
“Er, yes.” Andy’s clenched fist punched the air and he gave a silent whoop. So Auntie might be getting what she needed. You couldn't beat the real thing, and he should know. “Do you want me to drop round with it?”
“That would be really helpful,” replied Andy.
“I’ll be about ten minutes. At least it’ll give me a break from trying to write this week’s sermon. I’m struggling for ideas.”
“That would be great Vicar. When you’ve let me in, I’ll make you some tea. I’m sure I can find some biscuits.”
“That’d be nice. See you soon, Andrew. Bye for now.”
Andy leant back and tried to doze. Only five minutes passed before he heard the rumble and putter of the Vicar’s little old Mini.
Mayfield smiled as he saw Andy walk towards the car. He wound down the driver’s window. Andy looked a tired but confident in his shiny black catsuit and heels, so different from the nervous young maid he’d first met. It was nice to know that he was in a settled relationship with William: such a sensible fellow and stalwart of the village cricket team. Whatever the Church allowed, he hoped that one day he’d be able to bless their partnership and not just when batting together. Happiness and love incarnate. “Hello, Andrew!” He held out the keys. “Here they are.”
“Thanks Vicar. You were quick. Take a seat while I go in and get the kettle on.”
“Thank you, Andrew. Happy to help. Your Aunt gave me a spare in case I ever have need. We are being asked about housing refugees in the Parish. She is such a special lady, and happy to put in extra capacity here. I can never quite put my finger on what makes her so remarkable.”
‘And that’s despite all her enticements’, thought Andy. The poor man must be slow, or very devout. Perhaps Mayfield needed to talk more to his sister: Tori would surely be able to provide guidance to a lost soul. “Yes, she is very special,” affirmed Andy. He went into the cottage only to emerge a few minutes later. “Sorry, Vicar, no tea. The water’s been turned off. There was a note on the kitchen table. The builders have gone through a pipe upstairs. I tried the kitchen tap but they’ve turned off the water at the stopcock.”
“How annoying,” said Mayfield.
“They’ve called a plumber but they won’t be able to fix it till tomorrow.”
“What a bother!” exclaimed Mayfield.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do. Auntie’s not going to be back till late. I wonder if The Fullerton Arms has any rooms available?”
“Look, I can’t have you both staying at The Arms when there’s plenty of space at the Vicarage. I’ve got Victoria and Jessica coming later in the week but you’ll both be very welcome for a night or two.”
“That’s very kind Vicar. But the water ought to get fixed tomorrow. And are you sure you want me staying at the Vicarage? I don’t want to get you in trouble with the Dean or some of the Parish. I know tongues still wag about me, and about me living with Auntie, and about me and Will.”
“Oh don’t worry about the that. All should be welcome.”
“Thank you Vicar. That is very kind. Let me grab a few things. I’ll do a holdall for Auntie too. And Vicar …”
“Yes, Andrew?”
“You know you said you were struggling with your sermon.”
“Yes?”
“How about ‘The Good Samaritan’?” said Andy as he scuttled back into the cottage. He was already wondering about the rooming arrangements. Would he have his own room? Would he be sharing with Jane? Would Jane be sharing with the Reverend, or would that be a step too far?
STOP-PRESSJust in from our dear friend Amber.These lovely representations of Andy as a junior Governess. Could this actually be happening?Others will follow.
XXXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayMonday comes roundagain and that givesus the delight ofbrand new art fromthe brilliant imaginationof our dear friend Christeen.This time the powers that be have found anew way to makethose heels even trickier
Hi Everyone. Welcome to Monday, I do hope you are all well.Let us start the week by taking a step into dangerous territory. Andy is alone and in the clutches of the sisterhood after being abducted from that dinner in Nowheresville. In the hands of the bounty Hunters he has been taken to the Sisterhood, where this is, we do not know. (I do😁). So now he is back in clutches of the Governesses,but unlike the first time it is not with Aunt Janes permission or knowledge and one of those Governesses has plans for him which could shatter the structure of the Sisterhood forever. Blimey that is dramatic.Hope you like it.XXXAndy
So we have learnt today that the Governesses are kind of like the Jedi, though more like The Sith, in that they take an apprentice to mould and teach in the ways of the Sisterhood. These Apprentices are called Daughters,but none are ever taken un-willingly.More Drama!!!!!!XXX
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayIt is the last Fridayof the month and so we get to enjoy the June page of our exclusive calendar.This time we have animage I have calledthe face in the crowd.
Hi Everyone What an exhausting week, but here we are, happy to sit back and enjoy new art from the brilliant Christeen. As ever over the past few weeks we have two brand new piece and 2 utter classics.Love theseThank you ChristeenXXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
Hi Everyone So I have found time to get together a few little fun things for Wednesday. A super new story from our dear Skinnie Stallion based on a piece originally created for the patreon. W also have 3 pieces by our dear friend Notatrog, who has had fun re-imagining some of my art. Plus a sweet and rather cute caption image which is one of my favourites on DeviantArt and a fun bit of AI and few mystery treats.
So Here to start things off we have those 3 pieces from our dear Notatrog, based on my art these are pretty cute and sweet reworkings and I am delighted my art has inspired these to be created.
Have a fun few hours searching back through the early pages of our blog to find the originals.
These next two were sent to me by our dear Amber Caprice. The first is an image to celebrate my recent hoiliday,with Andy and Aunt Jane sharing a cruise in some style.
Now this Amber sent to me. It is the sort of clip that sends shivers of inspiration through me and I would imagine many of you as well,but what the heck? Has Aunt Jane stumbled on the lost cheerleaders, all sealed and ready for dispatch or have we come across the container hull of some bizarre starship , full from it's recent flyby of Earth...could Junior cadet Samantha Holden be one of them?, Will Andy find her?So many questions.
I think that is the perfect set up for a new story from our friend Skinnie Stallion. Based on a piece over on Patreon this is wonderful.
All Summer
By Skinnie Stallion
1. End of Term Pick-Up
Cecilia pulled up outside the gates and waited. Other cars were parked inside, along the drive and on the circle in front of the main building. She hung back. She didn't want to embarrass him in front of his friends. What would they think of him being met by a lady in her 50s and not even her early 50s? Although she did wonder how the mums would react to her burgundy PVC pants, and the dads even more so. Best to stay out of sight. Ends of term were difficult enough as it was. End of term before the summer holidays even worse when the boys knew they weren't going to see each other for nearly 2 months. End of their last summer term traumatic: it was possible that they would never see each other again, unless at some crusty reunion in 30 or 40 years time. The full group would probably never all be together. Friendships forged over years parted in a single day. She knew how to settle him. She had a purpose in mind when collecting him from boarding school this final time.
The summer was always going to be a tense, nervous time waiting for his A-Levels. Would he get the university place he wanted? Only time would tell. With his parents still away on a diplomatic posting, she was his honorary 'Grandma'. She was ‘in loco parentis’. She needed to guide him and support him. She didn't want him moping or getting anxious. Not anxious in that way. She knew things about Stephen that his parents hadn't even realised. If he was going to be staying with her, she could help him. He'd probably be far happier and comfortable with himself when he went to university if he spent the summer her way. He'd even have some money in the bank. Money for clothes and other niceties.
She caught sight of him pulling his trunk along the drive, rucksack on his back, hockey stick tucked through the loops. He was out of uniform, already in casuals: a simple white shirt with no tie, a pair of faded blue denim jeans, and brown loafers. Better to let go and leave his schooldays behind. The trunk was clearly heavy as he laboured along, its wheels carving ruts in the gravel. Loaded with uniform, casuals and sports gear as well as books, no doubt, as well as maybe a few ‘extras’. She'd often wondered about Stephen, but it was last Easter that confirmed her suspicions. She'd found the little pouch in his trunk and the birthday card tucked at the bottom. A birthday card with lots of signatures, or rather marks. No-one seemed to want to put their name to a hand drawn card with a crude drawing on the cover with "To Hot Lips. The best lips in the Dorm. Happy Sucking Day" written inside. Hot Lips? Stephen? She might have dismissed it as teasing schoolboy humour except the pouch contained three lipsticks: bright crimson, cerise and pink. No smoke without fire, she thought.
She'd agreed with his parents that Stephen should get a job over the summer. She knew just the place given his latent tendencies. Bergman & Knightley was always offering summer jobs to provide holiday cover. He would make a perfect B&K employee. A new B&K girl.
He was almost at the car. Was he wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he got in? She smiled. She’d find out whether her hunch was current. She’d kiss him when he sat down in the passenger seat. That would be normal, but a kiss on the lips would surprise him. She'd recognise the taste on his lips and on his tongue. Tongue: start how she meant to continue. His lips might be clean, but the taste would linger. Linger in his mouth too. She hoped he was a good boy and swallowed. It was a while since she'd tasted that. His tongue needed to acquire other tastes too: more feminine tastes. There were some things that a boys only boarding school could not educate about. More refined tastes.
2. Trunk Tug
The thought of the next few weeks filled Stephen with dread. It wasn’t even going to be a normal summer holiday. At least they only used to last seven weeks or so. It would be eleven weeks or more before he started at Uni. That’s if he started at all. He was concerned that he’d fluffed his last French paper and messed up his results. If he dropped to below a B, he might not get any of the places he wanted. Heaven knows where Clearing might take him. The prospect of eleven weeks with Grandma was bad enough. Eleven weeks! He’d agreed that he didn’t want to go to whichever of the ‘Stans his parents were stationed in this time. (Why did they invariably get posted to the back of beyond? Had his mother upset someone in the Foreign Office?) Not when he might need to be around for results day, and then for visits and interviews. But staying with Grandma for all that time?! She might be one of mum’s oldest friends and mentors but staying with her was going to be stultifyingly dull.
She was certainly the oldest friend. Positively ancient in Stephen’s eyes. Although the way she dressed was always interesting to say the least. She dressed like she was twenty not seventy or whatever age she was. And she had the figure of a twenty year old to match. Maybe not quite the look of a twenty year old, but she was definitely wearing well for an old lady. She drove like a twenty year old too, except with racing driver precision. He’d never seen the point a Porsche people carrier until he rode with Grandma. But what were they going to do together all summer. It wasn’t as if he could go into town let alone London stuck in a house in the country, nothing within walking distance and no public transport. ‘Quiet and secluded’ was how Grandma described ‘her little house’. ‘The middle of nowhere was how he regarded ‘her bloody big mansion’. They’d just be stuck together, nothing to do nor talk about, getting on each other’s nerves.
Perspiration gathered on his forehead as he reached the school gates. Grandma was parked on the verge like she’d said. Well positioned for a fast getaway. His trunk weighed a ton. Why had he kept all those books? He knew he’d never open most of them again. He should have sold them off to boys in the lower sixth. Too late now. At least there were only a few more yards to go. Better do one last check. He stopped as if to gather breath and wiped the back of his hand across his lips. He examined it for any residual traces. Clean. Good. He swept his tongue around his teeth and over his lips, and then turning his back to Grandma’s car spat. He wiped his mouth again. It had been nice saying goodbye to George. They’d used the laundry store on the top floor. It was dark in the laundry store. One last time, they’d said as they’d gone up together. Gone up like he’d done with quite of few of the boys from his House and year, and many of the prefects. But George had always been his favourite.
3. Home for the Holidays
The journey home had largely been conducted in silence. Stephen was in shock about the way Cecilia had kissed him. She might be a friend, and he still called her Grandma, but Grandmas didn’t normally use tongues when kissing. And why did she insist on playing such God awful music?
Cecilia had a contented smile on her face. She put on Radio 3 as she accelerated off the verge. Her suspicion was confirmed. Her tongue never lied. She could smell it. She could taste it. Smell it on his clothes. Taste it on his lips. Taste it on his tongue. Taste it in his mouth. Smell the aftershave of another on him. Taste the lingering scent of his lipstick. Taste the salty male musk male in his saliva. Stephen had all the potential and preferences that she hoped for.
“Take your trunk upstairs while I put the kettle on,” she said as she pulled up outside the front door. “I’m sure a nice cup of tea would be welcome. I can put the car in the garage later. I’ll meet you in my bedroom in a few minutes since I want to change out of my travelling clothes. I expect you’ll want to get into something more comfortable too.”
Stephen was enchanted by the crackles and creaking sounds as Cecilia raised herself from her driver’s seat. ‘What fabulous pants,’ he thought and ‘How does she manage to drive in those heels?’ he pondered before replying, “Yes, Grandma, but I’m fine in these.”
“We may have to discuss that,” replied Cecilia curtly across the roof of the Porsche. “See you in five. You can start unpacking.” She strode towards the front door while Stephen prepared to manhandle his trunk from the boot. He was distracted by the shapely wiggle of her bottom and the march of her 5” Louboutins.
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Stephen sat on his bed waiting. Five minutes turned into ten. He could hear Cecilia talking on the phone on the downstairs though couldn’t make out what was being said. Finally he heard her footsteps on the stairs and moved to the door. “Come,” she said as she swept past him towards her bedroom. “Welcome to my boudoir,” she said as he followed her in. He was overwhelmed by pink. Pink curtains, pink wallpaper, pink furniture.
She turned to him. “Well done darling. School’s over. You’re about to start a new chapter. I spoke to Emma and Simon this morning and they’re really pleased with how you’ve been doing this year. I’m sure they’ve said the same to you.”
“Yes, Grandma,” said Stephen. “Sort of”. Calls with his parents were always business-like and to the point, as if they had little time to spare.
“They’re very happy that you’re spending the summer with me, and they agree that you need to get a job to keep you occupied. I can’t have you rattling round the house with me all the time.”
Stephen brightened, this was the first good news he’d had since saying goodbye to George,. That moment when George had said he loved him. He was tempted to lick his lips and swallow to see if he could still taste George’s kiss and more but thought better of it. “Where, Grandma? There’s nowhere near here, unless you think I’m going to work on a farm.”
“No, darling, not a farm. In town.”
Darling? She’d never called him darling before. “But town’s miles away. How’s that going to work?”
“Don't be silly, darling. I’ll drive you. It’s the least I can do.”
“OK. But where am I going to find work in town?”
“No worries, darling. It’s all sorted. I’ve just been on the phone to your new employer, and they want you to come in tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow’s Friday.”
“Yes, and you can start then or next week. It all depends on whether they’ve got a uniform that fits you.”
“Uniform? I’m not joining the Army, am I?”
“No darling, you’ll be joining a company. They’re called Bergman and Knightley.”
“Aren’t they the store in town?”
“Yes, darling. How clever of you to know that. They do lovely clothes. I get a lot of my clothes there. Make-up too. And lipsticks. Nice red and pink lipsticks.” She looked at him hard. Their eyes met. In that moment, Stephen knew she knew. “Hot shades for hot lips,” she added.
A wave of confused emotion hit Stephen. Terror at being discovered. Concern about his parents finding out. Fear of being exposed. At least he couldn't get expelled which is what had happened to the previous tart in his Boarding House. “Oh, Grandma, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever is there to be sorry about?” replied Cecilia nonchalantly, but quietly amused by the young man’s distress. “Nobody’s been hurt. I guess your friends enjoyed your ‘services’. You’re not at school now. You’re an adult. You can make your own choices. With a little guidance, of course.” She gave him a wink and put her hand on his shoulder.
“Yes, Grandma.”
“Bergman and Knightley, or B and K as they call it, will be perfect for you. But you will need to wear their staff uniform.”
“Uniform? For an office job. Don’t they want me in the accounts office or shipping? Something clerical.”
“Oh, no, darling. Not clerical. I’ve said you’ll be on the shopfloor. They always need extra sales staff during the summer months.”
“The shopfloor?!”
“Yes, darling. You’ll fit in perfectly, especially when you’ve been fitted with your B&K uniform.”
“But aren’t they all girls, on the shopfloor.”
“Yes, dear. Well, at least they all look like girls. You’ll be joining them. Now run along back to your bedroom. I want you to put all your bags in the cupboard and bring me the key. You will not be needing any of your clothes this Summer, Stephen.”
“Yes, Grandma.”
“But keep your lipsticks out. Then, come back here. I’d like to see what shades work best on you. You do have very kissable lips, Stephen. I may let you try some of mine too. And then you can change into something appropriate for a new B&K employee. I’m sure there are things in my wardrobe that would fit you. We can start with lingerie. You can help me change too, but not before you learn that there are other tastes to savour. Tastes even better than some of your friends.” Stephen blushed: she didn’t just know, she knew everything. “Exquisitely feminine tastes which I want you to get much more intimately acquainted with while you stay with me this summer. I assume you’ve never tasted female before, not at an all-boys school.”
“No, Grandma, though some of the guys did have a crush on the school nurse.”
“You included?”
“Er, yes,” Stephen acknowledged.
“Well now is going to be your chance to make amends. Hurry back soon with the cupboard keys and your lipsticks, darling. We have so much to do together before we have that nice cup of tea.”
Stephen rushed back to his bedroom. Perhaps staying with Grandma wasn’t going to be so bad after all. As he ran, he heard her call after him, “Darling, have you ever tried wearing heels?”
If you would like to see more of the Bergman/Knightley world. Pop on over the Patreon.
I came across a fun free app the other day, which chances clothing on pictures, so naturally I had to play.
I chose an image of the gorgeous Sally Nugent in that blue suede like biker jacket and made it as we have always dreamed. It's a kinda fun app.
Now that very sweet caption from Deviant art. It has a certain AndyVerse glow to it. Whether intentional or not. I love it.
Here is a link to find morehttps://www.deviantart.com/steelmagpie/art/Pretty-Little-Shop-Assistant-1146175608
Hope you liked these little midweek offeringsMy biggest hugsXXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayIt is Monday andChristeen returnswith an amazingnew piece ofart for us to enjoy.There is no better way to get thoseMonday blues blown awaythan enjoying Chris's latest embarrassment.
Hi Everyone So sorry for being away so long, but I had a super time with a dear friend of mine,however once back in town I had to pull some extra shifts to get money back in my bank. Anyway enough of that,lets see where Andy is today. This was first posted over on Patreon and produce some amazing responses and some of them actually came very close to my original vision. So this is set in the Andy alone series, after he has been abducted by the bounty hunters. So as Jane searches for him, he is at the tender mercies of the Sisterhood and those beautiful woman who are eager to pay for his company. However sometimes the small print of the contract needs some extra attention.Hope you like this. I don't think we have ever seen Andy so vulnerable or indeed so naked before, Big HugsXXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayWelcome to Fridayand a new piece of myown art and followingon from the latest poston here we have Andyin new danger.This is part of theAndy alone seriesfollowing on from hiscapture by the bountyhunters in America.
Hi Everyone Sorry for not being around,but I am still away and will be back tomorrow. Hopefully this will post as planned but if it does not then you won't know any of this. So here we have 4 super pieces from our dear friend Christeen, Two brand new pieces and two classics from her 800 series. These are just amazing and I thank Christeen for sharing themBig hugsHope to see you soonXXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayChristeen bringsus some Monday fun with a brand new piece over on Patreon.This piece is idealfor all us heel lovers.Thank you ChristeenI am so proud to besharing your work.
Hi Everyone Welcome to Monday. A Quick note. I shall be pre-loading a few things this week as I will be away visiting a friend for a few days. But hopefully they will all post as planned. So Monday takes us on a trip along a dark road somewhere in the city. This image was previewed over on Patreon and you all took the story in some amazing directions that I will share on here soon, but for today here is my original take on it. Andy has been lured into the worry part of town,If the outfit had been extravagant he might have been suspicious, but this clean business suit was classic Aunt Jane. However things are not what they seem. Someone is watching and waiting. So I imagine this image sits in the time line before Aunt Jane and Andy travel to america to escape the Sisterhood, but after they have fallen out with them. This are getting dark and this could be the catalyst for that need to flee their grip. Hope you like thisBiggest HugsXXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayWe finally get tosee the full image ofsomething teased afew weeks ago.Clearly we are insome sunkissedand exotic landscapebut who are these twoand why is Andy......I'll leave you to find out
Hi Everyone So Friday rolls into town and that brings us more wonderful art from Christeen. However first a quick personal update. Things are settling down with the storm of rubbish I have been travelling through this year and a huge part of my new stability is down to you and the fun and enjoyment we share on here, so thank you all so much XXXXX Now over to the wonderful world of ChristeenXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayMonday as evergives us all the treatof superb new artfrom Christeen.Seems Chris is off to a Party but I'll leave the detailsfor the Patreon.
Hi Everyone Welcome to a new week , I hope you are all well. Today we get the completed version of a Patreon preview. nice simple image of poor Andy trying to maintain his secret in the Village. Obviously this version is set before Andy becomes well known as Aunt Janes, feminised companion, as speculation and gossip about the beautiful young woman is riffe. However he is known to the sweet and nervous vicar of the Parish the Reverend Mayfield Green. After all, it would be rude to lie to a man of the cloth. To add to the fun, our dear friend has crafted a tale from this image, taking us all along a path to fun and games ,which I will share in good time. So let's go over to the village.XXAndy
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