Hello everyone
I am so sorry but I will be away for a while. My family need me and I need them.
I won't go into details, this is not a place for that.
Please forgive me...I know you will.
My best wishes to each and everyone of you
XXX
Andy
Thursday, 14 November 2024
Monday, 11 November 2024
New Art ; Ma Johnsons revenge
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This time it looks
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deer in the headlights
Hi Everyone
Today we get to see the final piece created on my return to Andy and Aunt Jane art, plus a nice little bridging piece, never before shared,
So we are in the world of the Watson Gang adventure and Ma Johnson seems to have gotten away with her plan to keep Andy all to herself.
Out there is a piece of fiction based about this addition to the series and I will be delighted to share it at a later date when I get t6he chance to sit down and set up a Wednesday bonanza.
But until then here we are back in the hands of Ms Johnson.
XXX
Andy
Friday, 8 November 2024
Friday Fun With Christeen
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New art featuring our
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Heroine Andy.This
time we find Andy
in the pink and facing
another classically
embarrassing situation.
Well if he hadn't made
so much fuss there
would have been time
to change.
Hi Everyone
So glad to be able to create new art again. That was a really stressful time, but now most things are back where they belong and though not yet perfect, I can move quicker about the board, very much as before,.
So now I am delighted to bring you our regular Friday Treat.
Three super new pieces from the wonderful Christeen.
Thank you Christeen, you never fail to raise our spirits
XX
Andy
Monday, 4 November 2024
New Art ; Saturday Girl. Ms Bergman
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ever brilliant Christeen.
It looks like the boys
are under the strict
control of the Matrons
Hi Everyone
So I am back creating art, however the universe in it's usual painful way has placed some family matters in my path, which might see me being away or at least slowing down again for a while. I don't know for certain yet, but if I do need to step away for a while I know you will all understand.
XX
Ok so here we go with the next part of the Saturday girl series which has been running on and off for a few weeks, both here and on Patreon.
This sees our sweet little boy meeting with one of the bosses of the now famous Berman/Knightley department store.
Is this a chance meeting or has the lady engineered this moment so as to get a personal glimpse of the stores prize addition.
There is a big story being written by our friend Skinnie S, so stay tuned for when it is done. The trouble is I keep messing his narrative up with my art. But I will be well worth the wait.
Hope you like this
XXX
Andy
Friday, 1 November 2024
New from Christeen
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We have the completed
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new piece of art that
I have been able to
create in a long time.
We saw a snippet of
it on here last Monday
But over on Patreon
you the lager image.
Hi Everyone
Welcome to Friday and the news that I am back creating Andy and Aunt Jane art again after that paintshop nightmare. I will also be creating Bergman/Knightley Ai art too, 'cos I really like it ,as do many of you it seems too.
That over ,we are all here today to delight in new art from the very brilliant Christeen.
Happy Friday everyone
XXX
Andy
Wednesday, 30 October 2024
A quick Hello and special treats
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Hi Everyone
I am sorry but I don't have much time for a big Wednesday post this week, but I just had to share these three things.
Firstly did anyone not faint when they saw Hannah Waddingham in that dress?
Monday, 28 October 2024
New ART!!!!!! . A Policeman Calls
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our dear friend
Christeen.
This one appeals to
my alternatively
kinky side,whilst enjoying
another mis adventure for
poor Chris.
Hi Everyone
Yes Yes Yes.....after a very very long session the other night and I do mean night, I have the paintshop back and running. It ain't perfect but I can iron the issues out as I go.
I will still be creating Ai for the Bergman/Knightley world,because I have kinda embraced the technology, so more there to come.
So here is the first piece of art I have created in an age and it might be a strange place to step back into, however this is one image I had been desperate to get done and so it was first on my board.
Being me, it's a tease of a completed piece, but it we have to start somewhere, but I promise it is all done and dusted.
So let us once again meet up with Ma Johnson , But who is she talking to (Like we don't know lol)
XX
Andy
Friday, 25 October 2024
Thank you Christeen
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The last Friday of the
month brings us the
latest page in our
Patreon exclusive
Aunt Jane calendar
and this month you
get a choice of two
as Disney+ brings us
a new show based on
the Adventures of our
very own Lady Jane.
Hi Everyone
Ok so I think I have very nearly sorted this programming issue out. It might be a little while coming but I think we have new art in the works
That said, we aren't interested in my art on a Friday, because Friday is the day we all get to enjoy new art from our dear friend Christeen.
Sit back and delight in a Friday treat.
XXX
Andy
Wednesday, 23 October 2024
New Art. Aunt Janes Skirt
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I really do like this
one, they are always
great but this one
touches a sweet nerve
to my old days
Hi Everyone
Sorry for being late, I made an attempt to preload this one for Monday as usual but it failed to post. Grrrrrrr
Well not great update on the Paintshop issue, but the world of Ai is still allowing me to create fun things.
However today I can still share some classic Andy and Aunt Jane art. This piece is a little odd as It is tricky to place within the time line, but I fell it is early in Andy's story, when he is unsure of his feelings, tempted but ashamed of being so.
So Aunt Jane in her gentle way has set our sweet boy a gentle little trap, into which he has stepped.
I have also included a super little story based on the art by our dear friend Skinnie Stallion.
Biggest Hugs
XXX
Andy
Aunt Jane’s Skirt
by
Skinnie Stallion
The embarrassment was excruciating. How could he have been so foolish? How had he not heard her on the stairs?
"Oh Andy, don't cry. I don't mind, honest," said his Aunt sincerely. "There's nothing to worry about."
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" he pleaded, still hanging his head in shame, unable to face his Aunt.
"No, of course not. It's just between the two of us."
"Thank you, Auntie."
"And a word of advice, Andrew, if I may...."
"Yes, Auntie?", he said finally turning to look at her.
"You need to remember, Fullerton Hall is a bit of a creaky old house. I could hear you in my bedroom down in the Drawing Room. And when there were clicks, I kind of guessed what you were doing. I've walked across that parquet floor beside my closet often enough to know what a pair of heels sounds like."
"Sorry, Auntie."
"No need to say sorry, Andrew. You should just have asked if you wanted to try them on. And can I suggest that while Jimmy Choos look good, I think you'd better in Louboutins."
"Really?!" asked a surprised Andy.
"Would you like to try a pair? The red ones or the white ones? Either would go well with blue denim. Start with the 100s, I think you'll find them a bit easier to start with."
“Hundreds? What are they?” asked Andy, putting on a quizzical face.
Aunt Jane furrowed her brow. “I think you know quite well, young man. I know how much you follow fashion. Ladies fashion.” Andy blushed, if that was possible given his current shade of embarrassment. ‘Hundreds are how Louboutin refer to the heel height of their shoe. One hundred millimetres or about four inches. Personally, I prefer one twenties, but hundreds are good for everyday wear or if I’m in business meetings all day.”
“Yes, Auntie, I did know,” he admitted.
“I thought so. You spend so much time looking at my heels or admiring my friends’. Sometimes you get quite distracted.”
“Sorry, Auntie. It’s just a thing I have. I just like the look of heels. There’s something about them.”
“And you wanted to try for yourself?”
“Er, yes.”
“And the skirt? My skirt?”
Andy had hoped his Aunt would forget about the skirt. His embarrassment returned, only worse. “Er, well….” He couldn’t find words. How could he tell her that he really wanted to try on one of her skirts? “I wondered whether the heels would look better with a skirt than jeans.”
“Oh, is that so.” Jane looked at the array of skirts spread across her bed: a black maxi leather, a black knee length leather, a black pencil leather, a black mini leather. “You like black then?”
“Yes, Auntie, it goes with anything.”
“Black leather?”
Andy paused before replying. How could he say that he loved the way leather accentuated the curves of his Aunt? “It’s so shiny,” he retreated to a more anodyne answer.
“But not as shiny as latex. “I see you wanted to try my black pencil latex.”
Andy’s head hung in shame. “Er, yes. Latex is so… so,” he was momentarily lost for words. He wanted to say, ‘so tight, so shiny, so figure hugging. He wimped out: “…so … so.. special. Sorry, Auntie.” He was close to tears.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Jane said. He looked so sorrowful and ashamed. She just wanted to hug him and hold him. But inwardly she was relieved. Finally, he was admitting to himself his true nature. With no prompting from her, he was finding his feminine side. There was no point in telling him that she’d heard him in her bedroom on other occasions. She’d guessed he was going through her closets and drawers. But today she could tell it was different. He’d spent so long up there and then the click of heels on the wooden floor. Time for a chat with her nephew.
“But Auntie…..”
“No buts, daring. And nothing to worry about. You look great in that skirt. It suits you.”
“What, Auntie? You’re not annoyed?” How could she not be annoyed at finding him standing in her bedroom wearing one of her expensive William Wilde skirts and a pair of her Jimmy Choos? “I feel terrible.”
“Terrible for trying on my skirt? Or terrible for me finding you in my skirt and heels?”
“Just terrible,” he cringed. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know.” Tears were starting to fill his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done it Auntie. I’m sorry, Auntie.”
“It’s OK. Nobody’s hurt. No harm’s done,” Jane tried to reassure him. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I’m so sorry,” he continued to bleat.
“Don’t cry, darling. I understand darling really.” He felt her hand against his waist. “There is something exciting about wearing Auntie’s skirts isn’t there?” Andy whimpered an acknowledgement. Jane continued, “Something she has worn close to her skin ……. that smells of her.”
Andy turned away. He didn’t know what to say. How could she know? How was it possible? Had she seen him holding her skirts close to his face, inhaling the aroma of leather, breathing in the heady scent of latex, and thrilling to her intoxicating fragrance that permeated all her garments. He adored his Aunt. He loved how she looked. He loved how she was: charming, witty, youthful, graceful, elegant, stylish and, he had to admit, sexy. The embodiment of sexy. She might be thirty years older than him, but she had an allure. An allure like no other woman he’d ever met. He loved being with her. He loved their games together. He always loved the way she’d let him play with her make-up. Would wearing her clothes make him more like her? Would wearing her clothes make him more like how he wanted to be for her? He wanted to be pretty for her, ever since she let him experiment with her make-up when his parents were away and he came for a sleep over.
He waited to be scolded. “Sorry, Auntie.” The tears came back. “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh Andy, don’t cry. I don’t mind, honest,” Jane repeated. “I really don’t. I always thought this day would come.”
“What?” A surprised and relieved Andy turned to her, his face brightening. “But how?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Call it an Auntie’s intuition.” Inwardly she thought, ‘That and hearing you rummaging through my things. That and the way you read my copies of Vogue and Harpers. That and the way you play with my make-up and admire yourself in the mirror. That and what you draw in your sketchbook.’ He’d always been a very special boy.
“Really?”
“Yes, honey. Now, why don’t you try on that pair of Louboutins? But I think we should go with black. You can try red or white later, particularly if you decide to go back to wearing your jeans for the rest of afternoon. And we can do better than scruffy white t-shirt. Let’s see what you look like in some different tops.”
“Yes, Auntie,” he said in disbelief. “Can I? Can I really?”
“Yes, honey, but first I’m going to do your make-up. We need to see what you really look like if you’re going to be trying on skirts and dresses.”
“And Andrew?”
“Yes, Auntie?
“You know that concert we’re going to next weekend?”
“Yes, Auntie. The Eras Tour. How could I forget?”
“Well I think I have the outfit for you.”
Friday, 18 October 2024
Fabulous Friday with Christeen
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We have another
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on-going Saturday Girl
series . This time
Andy meets someone
very special.
I had not intended
to share this image so
early but on going
paintshop issues have
kinda forced my hand.
Hi Everyone.
Paintshop is slowly coming back to life, I am trying to get it going and you can imagine my own frustrations at having to waste so much "creative time" just trying to get the basics to work properly.
I never imagined my creativity hinged on this one program. Its quite frightening.
That aside , Friday is set aside for far more fun things. New art from Christeen is a always a delight to wake up to and these will ease us into the weekend on a real high
XXX
Andy
Monday, 14 October 2024
New art and a little treat
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Seems someone has been
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Hi Everyone
You will be as bored with this as I am, but my Paint is still not working correctly. You never realise how much you rely on something until it is gone.
I have it on screen, it does everything i need but it won't create the same finish as we are used to, The blending is all wrong and I need to get it right before I put down my ideas or I and you will be disappointed. Please bear with me, It will not beat me.
That is enough of that.
Today I'm gonna post this nice little image, plus a treat to make up for my lack of success with the paint program.
This image was shared on Patreon the other day and It takes us all the way back to that rainy day. The day Aunt Jane had something fun they could do. The day Andy's life changed.
But keep reading, because there is that little treat to follow after.
XX
Andy
I posted this story, a while ago, like 10 years!!! It's a little messy in it's construction, but it is one of my favourite early pieces. I have tinkered a little bit with it and added a little bonus image.
Sail Away
A fantasy
By Andy Latex
His boss had invited him to take a trip on her luxury yacht , She said she was to sail down to the med to meet a very important client and needed a hand. It was a bit of a shock after all he really had no idea what type of business she was to conduct and could not imagine what good he might be to her, but why not , I mean what 18 year old, straight out of college would miss the opportunity to impress their boss on a one to one basis, or if he were being totally honest, what randy 18 year old would pass up the chance of being close to the woman who had become a regular feature in his nightly dreams since he had entered her employment. She was a tall stunningly beautiful in her early fifties. Auburn hair, flecked with confident grey, a woman of impeccable style and elegance, a woman always bathed in expensive perfume, a woman of position and control and one who knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it.
No, how could he refuse.
The trip was smooth and easy, he never saw the crew and for the first 2 days spent most of the time just sitting on deck talking with Ms Wilde about the business and his college time, That, of cause, was when he wasn’t secretly glancing at her three gorgeous stewardesses.
They were a few of years older than him, may be 19 or 20, and if Ms Wilde was the most beautiful woman in the world, then these three stunning girls with their, sleek hair, Slim waists, long legs and full rounded breasts, came a very close second. However it was not just their stunning beauty which continually brought his eyes back to them, it was also the way they were dressed, or rather uniformed. Each wore a classic, if rather sexy, imitation of naval uniform. A tiny tunic dress and cap in navy blue, with white trim and details, the skirt of the dress barely covering the curve of their bottoms. However, as eye-catching as the uniforms were, it was what they were fashioned from that intrigued him most. It was as if they were made of some strange liquid, that caused them to reflect the hot Mediterranean sun with every movement they made.
“They really are the most exquisitely precious things I possess”, Ms Wilde said, catching him gazing longingly. “I love them so much and I’d do anything to protect them. Do him like their uniforms, they are all made to measure, from Latex rubber. Very expensive. Aren’t they gorgeous?”
He blushed deeply, quickly looking away from the closest beauties upturned buttocks, “Um…um yes they are very beautiful”.
“They have been with me for 2 years now, they were about your age when I first I picked them up. Two are the children of friends and one like you worked in the office. I offered them a trip, just as I have you. Promised to let them experience a new life, just as I have you. Shown them exotic things, just as I have you and then I seduced and transformed them in the most sensual beauties I could imagine…..just as I shall you”.
There was a long pause before he realised what she had said, “I’m sorry”.
“You will fit in so well, especially in the sexy uniform of my junior stewardess. Oh It will be a little clingy and a little tight and sticky at first, Latex always is, but I am sure you will get used to it, as you will the heels”.
“Me?…you…you mean, you want me to be ….to dress like them”, he gasped in astonishment ,
“Of cause Andrew and I promise you will become every bit as feminine, beautiful and sexy as my other boys”. There was a pause, a long pause and as the look of dumbstruck disbelief spread across his face, Ms Wilde allowed herself a smile of delight and triumph. Finally the net she had laid the first day he entered her office, had closed. “Oh I am sorry, did you not realise? That’s right Andrew, my boys, aren’t the beautiful. This is Robin, this is Sebastian and this, sexy red head who you were gazing at with such clear admiration, is Kim. Boys this is Andrew”.
Slowly he turned to find the 3 beautiful stewardesses standing behind him. Each smiling their greeting
“Andrew is our new Junior stewardess, please take him below and make him welcome. His first uniform is in my cabin, but I will leave his hair and make up in your hands, but I want him looking perfect so take your time. Oh and boys, remember what I said this morning”
The young man was stunned, astonished and bewildered at the sudden turn of events and although he meekly begged and pleaded, saying it was crazy and wrong, he knew there really was nowhere for him to run, he was trapped, on a boat, in the middle of the ocean and quite simply he knew his fate was sealed.
The reception party on the yacht had been huge success, business was completed and every one left the boat in love with Ms Wilde’s 4 beautiful Stewardesses and especially the junior . For immaculately made up, with glistening frost pink lips and dressed in a tiny pink and white latex uniform, Andrew had felt the gaze of every guest on the boat, and sometimes he had felt more than their eyes.
As he went about his duties he noticed Ms Wilde and Robin looking at hi and if he were nearer he would have heard the beautiful woman complementing her stewardess on her choices of outfit for her new acquisition. “The pixie wig is inspired , Robin, you have done so well. He still looks so much like a boy, but is as beautiful as any young lady can be”.
Every guest had wanted to kiss him good night and every guest wanted to take him home, but now the boat was empty and quiet and he was once more the sole possession of one person, Ms Victoria Wilde
“I knew you would fit in” she said holding his well manicure hand, “You are so very beautiful Andrew and in time, as I add to your femininity, you will become even more so”.
She kissed his cheek and he felt a tremor of excitement like never before. “But you must remember, you belong to me now”.
Andy nodded his understanding. “Yes Miss Wilde”
“Ms Wilde”, They both turned to the sexy voice. The other stewardesses stood in the doorway, “Please Miss. Andrew has been making us so horny all night, please can we take him below and play with him. Please Miss, you said we could after the party. We have been ever so good”. They chorused as one.
“Of course you may my dears.That is what I promised. Provided that is,that Andrew agrees.”
Ms Wilde now took Andy's hands and looked him straight in the eyes. “Andrew”,she began, her tone serious “Robin,Kim and Sebastian would very much like to make love to you. Would that be okay?”
It was not a question he had ever imagined being asked before and to be honest if the three beauties had been girls he would have had no doubts, but he had never thought,imagined,dreamed of ever being with boys. Yet these “Boys” were like none he had ever imagined. Ever since Ms Wilde had revealed the truth he had been filled with strange curiosity.
Ms Wilde sensed his uncertainty and squeezed his hand gently. “I …I don’t know what to do” Andy whispered. His soft tone making Ms Wildes heart flutter.
“I understand Andy, but you don’t need to know what to do because the boys are going to be making love to you. However if you want to…..love them back ,then they will guide you.”
Andy took a breath, Ms Wilde could feel his hands become hot in hers. He took a little step on his heels, elegant now and to the boys delight and with a tremulous sign nodded. “I’d like to”.
Ms wilde ,smiled and squeezing hi hand in understanding stepped back ,“I know this is new to you Andrew, I totally understand and so do my boys, but this is all for you, you need to do nothing, as I say, they will make love to you, so do not be afraid to let them touch you, they will guide you and help you and I will see you in the morning, ……Boys”
Before he could think he was surrounded by perfumed latex femininity. Delicate hands ran over his body, fingers popped buttons, lips brushed his neck and tongues slowly tasted, as without effort he was enveloped in their sensual embrace and gently lead from the lounge.
Andy’s head span, it said it was wrong , it said these were boys, but they were so feminine, so soft and perfumed, his body did not hear, their touch was too soft, there whispered words to sweet, there breath and kisses too warm and without struggle he surrendered to the sensual assault and by the time he was laid out on the single giant bed below deck, he was naked but for his glossy Panties and a sheen of sweat. Then moments later, all that remained was the sweat.
Andy did not awake the next morning naked. For as he stirred, the warm sun settling on his body, he was dressed like never before, dressed from head to toe in a film of glistening lip-gloss and as he stirred in his sticky coating, he felt a warm breeze on his buttocks followed by a soft moist caress of lips. With his eyes ,sealed shut by same film of lip-gloss that sealed his entire body, he felt hands about his body, soft tender hands and slowly he was eased up onto his knees. Softly something warm touched his lips and without thought they slowly parted allowing his tongue to snake out. It was long and hard, a warm liquid seeping from the tiny dimple at its tip and it had a taste he had only just discovered hours before, but would relish forever. A hand softly settled on his head, a pressure applied, not hard, not aggressive but guiding and he allowed himself to be so. His lips parting just enough to excepted its width, allowing him to work them about its slippery tip, coating it in his own gloss, before slowly accepting the intruders length deep into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue, swallowing it down. He moaned softly and slowly begin to suckle and as he did he felt his up turned buttocks being parted and as the warm summer sun played across his feminised body, a second hard visitor gently sort entry to his body and as it did so, smoothly easing up into him he felt a glow, a shimmer, a wave a excitement and a pleasure like never before.
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