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 My apologise, due to this blog interface working at a real snails pace and not doing what I ask it to do, this will be a slightly shorter post than I intended but that doesn't mean we have not got something very special for you from our dear Skinnie S.

  But first, This Ai thing is fun and with a little artistic help creates very exciting images.

 Oh surprise it's Keira again, bloggers prerogative I'm afraid  lol.

And now for the real thing,a quick update from yesterdays emergency post. Kate Beckinsale sure loves her Latex and we love her in it.

Only one thing can follow Keira In Vinyl and Kate in Latex and that is our dear Skinnie at his naughtiest best.

Mr and Mrs Bunny

Words by

Skinnie S

Images by

Me

A soft ear drooped and flopped across his face again.  Will felt foolish.   He’d been standing around for ages with his basket of eggs.   So many kids had come  up to him asking when the Hunt was going to start. It had been bad enough trying to keep Keira and David occupied while they waited for Mummy.  He was under strict  instructions not to give them fizzy drinks.  Not if they were going to be eating chocolate later, possibly a lot of chocolate.  They’d never settle tonight if they were on a sugar high.  

He’d tried to keep them occupied going round all the stalls, while steadfastly avoiding the refreshment tent.   They’d done the coconut shy and the tombola. They’d pinned the tail on the donkey.  He was sure Keira had peeked from under her blindfold: it definitely didn’t go there.  She was naughty and cheeky: just like her mummy.  He tried to avoid the face-painting stall; Andy would not be happy if they got make-up on their clean clothes.   He was also sure, that if David was going to wear make-up it needed to be his choice, and that Jane and Andy would want to be there to help.  At least the races at three o’clock would keep them occupied and give him and Andy a chance to hide the eggs.   That’s if Andy was back in time.  He hadn’t seen Andy since Jane had whisked him away as soon as they arrived.

He fiddled with his drooping rabbit ear trying to twist the wire to stiffen it and make it erect again.  He was unused to having problems like this.  He straightened his waistcoat trying to maintain his dignity, if he still had any left after walking round the Easter Fête for the last hour in a fluffy white onesie with a cotton-tail and bunny ears.   His little tail had already attracted quite a lot of attention, not just being pulled by some of the children but patted by quite a few older ladies from church who ought to know better.  He was glad that Andy wasn’t there to see.   It was all so embarrassing.  

He was relieved to see Jane’s car pull up on the far side of the village green.  Heads turned as Jane got out.  Her shiny black vinyl pants would have looked good on a girl half her age, on Jane  they simply looked amazing.  Jane always knew  how to make an entrance.   His view was partially obscured and It took him a moment to realise that the shiny bunny emerging from the far side of the car was Andy.  Gone was his blue latex dirndl style dress and flower garland that he’d been wearing when they’d arrived and had made him look like an Easter Princess.   It had been replaced by a shiny white latex catsuit with bunny ears like his own.  

Gone too were his sensible sandals, if you could call 4” heels sensible but they were the minimum heel height Andy was prepared to wear out these days.  Will could see they’d been replaced by a pair of killer platform heels as his wife stepped gingerly across the village green towards him. It must be the tussocky grass since Andy was normally much more confident in heels, even high ones like these.  Jane seemed to be walking fine and she wouldn’t be on less than 5”.  Andy’s heels looked a bit like his Alta slingbacks but these were white and with a much higher heel.  No doubt Jane had got them as a special order from Louboutin: she was naughty the way she kept buying expensive shoes and outfits for his wife, but she claimed “Auntie’s prerogative” and Will knew better than to argue.  He was never going to stop her.   She was always going to be Andy’s ‘Auntie’.

Jane gesticulated at him as Andy approached and he let go the hands of Keira and David.  They ran eagerly towards their Aunt.  Perhaps she’d allow them some sweets in the refreshment tent given Daddy wouldn’t.  Will despaired.  He knew that Jane spoiled them terribly: another of Auntie’s prerogatives.

 “I can see why Jane kept your costume a secret,” said Will as Andy greeted him with a little kiss.  “No wonder she took you away for so long to get ready.”

“She wanted it to be a surprise.   A surprise for both of us.”

“Keira and David were starting to get a bit fractious and wanting to get on with the Egg Hunt.”

“Well, you know Auntie: she likes to take her time.”

“I do.  I wondered what she’d got up her sleeve or rather in her wardrobe.”

“It took a while for her to get me all oiled, talced and into this catsuit.   Do you like how I look?” he asked his husband as he pulled Will towards him and teased his bow tie..

“Of course, I do.   I always love how you look.  But I liked you in your little blue dress.   What was wrong with that?” 

“Nothing except Auntie said I wore it I six years ago to the Easter Parade and I couldn’t wear it a second time.   She’d got me this catsuit specially.”

“But you said you’d already worn a catsuit to the Fête?” queried Will.

“I have.   At least twice.  Pink and Translucent,” Andy replied, reminiscing about some of Jane’s previous choice.

“Were they nice?”   

“Very nice, although the translucent one was rather revealing,  and I had to sell kisses at the ‘Meet the Bunny’ stall for over an hour.   Some of the dads must have gone round at least three times.   Not to mention a few of the ladies.”

“Tell me about it.  I’ve bumped into a few of those already this afternoon.  Or rather they’ve bumped into me.  Chiefly in the tail area.   So embarrassing.”   

“Not as embarrassing as when Auntie had me coated me in chocolate for one of the Easter Parade floats.”

“Chocolate!” exclaimed Will, then quickly hoping that no-one nearby had heard

“Yes, chocolate, applied at the beauticians.   And she even completed the glaze herself in the Refreshment Tent.”

“I might have guessed Jane would have some novel costume ideas.”  Will’s mind was already starting to fill with rather lubricious thoughts about his wife coated in chocolate.   So what if Andy wanted him on a diet, a chocolate Andy would be truly scrumptious.  “Gosh, you must have been so edible.”

“Yes, but not until Auntie had arranged for me to spend all the following week in the window of Chocolatier Deluxe in town.   I’ve never been so grateful to reach the end of Easter Saturday.”

It was Will’s turn to pull Andy closer.  “And did Jane have you with whipped cream?” he said as he kissed Andy.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out me,” retorted Andy, pulling away.

“Come along, we need to be hiding these Easter eggs while the kids compete in the races.  I know Keira wants to try in the Egg & Spoon Race, and David wants a go in the Sack Race.”

“Just like his father,” twinkled Andy.   “And then we need to go on the ‘Meet the Easter Bunny’ stall.”  

“Are you sure you want to do it this year?” asked Will.

“Oh, I’m not booked for the stall this year.   I didn’t come as an Easter Bunny, you did.”

“What!” cried Will.

“Yes, you’re the Easter Bunny this year,” advised Andy.  “I’m sure there’ll be lots of boys and girls who’ll want to meet you.   And I expect quite a few ladies.”

“Really!” exclaimed Will.

“And Will …..”

“Yes?”

He pulled Will close again and whispered in his ear:  “You know what Bunnies do?” 

“Yyy..eeees,” replied a slightly confused Will.

“Well Auntie has said Keira and David can stay at the Hall tonight.   If I’m going to be your doe, I’d quite like a Buck.   And I need you to find your Easter eggs quite soon.   Yours are already unwrapped.”

“What?” 

“Auntie had a lot of fun hiding them but it’s made walking a bit difficult.  Now kiss me and let’s hide your eggs.   I think we can leave the Fête early if Jane’s going to mind the kids.  You don’t want all your chocolate to have melted.  Or maybe you’ll prefer to wait longer and enjoy licking up my warm little chocolate fountain?”