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Hi Everyone
Welcome to a quick Wednesday treat with all our faves. Actually I should be getting some sleep but what the heck, I just love to share.
So lets lead off with a couple of sweet images created for us by our dear friend Amber,She captures Andy so well with her Ai skills.
Can't help but think Andy looks a little nervous in this one.
So lets follow that with a tri of images from Matty Caff. Each one a treat.
So now let us get out the shiny Lens and see who we can pickup harbouring a secret fetish for those shiny things we all adore.
Amanda Holden began her new game show in style
Before we spread our net wider lets take a moment to enjoy a few sweet Translations from our dear Girlie Morgane. It gives us a chance to take a trip back in time.
Look out the lens has cast its light back in time, back to when Susanna had dark hair and that naughty look in her eye and we can now see why.
Good Morning Britain indeed, but over on the other side we find BBC breakfast presenter Sally Nugent keeping her shiny fetish for her online posts.
We will keep our eye glued to the Lens for you but now keep your own eyes glued here, because it is time for Skinnie Stallion to entertain us, with a tale based on a piece of my own art shared here a few weeks ago.
A deal's, a deal, Andy
By Skinnie Stallion
Another week over at College, no sooner had Andy got to his Aunt's to spend the weekend than she proffered him a pair of high heels. Louboutin high heels. "Time to put these on young man."
"What? I can't wear those!" he exclaimed. All he wanted was a cup of tea or a Diet Coke, not another of his Auntie's games.
"Can I just remind you what we agreed on the drive back from *Catherine's last week, Andrew?"
"Oh! Yes, but I didn't think you were serious. I thought you were just having a laugh."
"We were having fun, but I was being serious. Totally serious. You said you liked Cindy and how she looked."
"I did. I thought she looked fabulous."
"And that you'd like to look her...."
"Well, I was admiring her .....
"... and that you'd like to look like her ......"
"... well, I never thought ...."
"Andrew, I know you go through my things upstairs when you come to stay. I know you like to try them on. Remember, I have caught you on several occasions...."
"Yes, but ......" Andy blushed. He could even remember going up to her bedroom and trying on the very skirt she was wearing today. He’d worn that burgundy leatherette skirt while she was meeting with a friend downstairs. He’d even tried it with a matching pair of her heels. It was so fortunate that he was the same size as his Aunt - both sevens: it was if their stars were aligned. The skirt and heels had looked so good together when he admired himself in her floor length mirror. Did his Aunt know what she did to him when she wore skirts and heels like that? Like right now. He was sure she did.
"We made a deal: you were going to dress like Cindy for me."
"Yes, but ........"
"A deal's, a deal, Andy. I want you to want you to put these on. I want you to get used to wearing and walking in heels. Remember how well Cindy walked in hers."
"I do." For a moment Andy went into a reverie thinking about Cindy. All week he'd been trying not to think about Cindy. He got horny thinking about Cindy. More than horny. Worse than horny. Was Cindy really a boy? Jeremy? A boy like him? He only wanted to think of Jeremy as Cindy. It made things easier. It made things less uncomfortable. It made his attraction more explicable. But it didn't explain why he felt a yearning to look like Cindy. A deep longing. A longing that he wanted to keep locked away. A longing to look like a girl. A longing that his Aunt had long ago detected. His inner secrets. His inner desires. So much worse than horny. He half turned away from his Aunt. He didn't want her to see how he was reacting to his thoughts and to having those heels so near to him. "Well here you are. I want you to be able to walk like me. Or like Cindy if you prefer to think of it that way. And I’m sure you think about Cindy a lot,” she said teasingly. “Please put these on, or you're going to have a very unhappy Auntie all weekend."
"If you insist, Auntie."
"And tomorrow, we can go out and buy you a maid's dress. I've found a little place in town that does them for girls........ and boys. And I expect you to be wearing your heels when we go there."
"Aww, Auntie!"
"A deal's, a deal, Andy."
Grudgingly Andy extended his hand to take the shoes. He tried to hide his excitement that they weren't So Kates like his Aunt wore almost all the time but new Miss Zs. And 120s not 100s. Did Auntie know he preferred higher heels? Did she find those more frequently out of place in her racks? Yes, she'd know. She always knew.
XXX
Andy
