This is a blog about Kinky stuff, at no point are any of the characters under the age of consent. This is the story of a young man discovering his true self with the guidance of a loving and understanding Aunt.
It is a tricky world for those who are searching for identity and we should all offer our love and support to those who are struggling.
Welcome
Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX
So here we are with a swift little round up, to hopefully see you over what our dear Lee calls "Hump day".
We will start with a step back in time. The recent earth shattering images of Carol Vorderman in Latex reminded me of this classic clip of the lovely Kate Garraway, with her curves clad in shiny vinyl.
Talking about beautiful ladies in something shiny. Perhaps not as shiny but no less gorgeous, Vanessa Blumhagen, posted a raffle competition on instagram the other day and there is no better way to attract our attentions to it then by wearing that iconic leather jumpsuit.
And now the ever beautiful and joyful Katy Perry looking amazing in a pair of very slick and sticky vinyl or patent leather pants. Not only do these look hot, but I bet they felt hot under those lights
Today I am going to share 3 of the Calendar pages which have appeared over the last year on Patreon. This is not to say that I have no new art prepared, fear not, but it seems a shame to not give these pieces a home on the main blog.
So we have The Private Eye, Sailor Moon, and Slick Air.
I hope you enjoy these, my best wishes and biggest hugs
So sorry, I have been a little absent this week, we all know how the universe can get i the way of fun, but we are back and back with the joyful news that Christeen has returned to full power. A fact borne out by these 4 wonderful images.
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Andy
I do apologise for the lack of images earlier, this blogger tech does not like to upload images from my computer. Driving me mad.
Well I don't usually post patreon previews this soon, but if I don't post this now, the moment will have passed and besides it comes with a super sweet add-on from our dear friend Skinnie S.
I really don't need to explain anything about this one as it is all in the emotion and body language, the rest I leave in the gentle touch of S.
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Andy
His First Valentine
by
Skinnie Stallion
Andy had run to the door when the delivery driver pulled up outside the townhouse and rang the bell. He'd been expecting deliveries all morning. He hadn't listened to what the driver had said as he was handed the beautifully wrapped roses. Red roses. His Aunt had so many admirers. Maybe from Reverend Mayfield, or some smitten businessman, or one of his Aunt's many girlfriends. He even wondered whether Chantelle might have splashed out. Red roses? From Chantelle? Roses Chocolates more like from her. He cringed when he thought about how Chantelle would want to eat them. He still wanted that to be his prerogative but recognised his Aunt had needs and desires of her own
There was no delivery paperwork to sign; the driver just took a photo of the handover, although Andy thought that he was being photographed rather more than the bunch of flowers. It wasn't often that the driver delivered to a house with a formally dressed maid these days. A pretty maid at that. Not in the town centre. Not even in the poshest townhouses. It wasn't Downton Abbey. And not even in Downton did the maids dress in latex. This maid was rather special. (It never occurred to him that he was delivering to a sissymaid. The prettiest maid in the south of England.)
Andy hadn't bothered to read the card perched between the top-most blooms. The flowers had to be for his Aunt. Obviously. He rushed to hand them to her, clipping on his heels on the parquet flooring. She was standing in the kitchen, looking resplendent and squelching in her brown vinyl pants while she checked that his cleaning was going properly, and had moved from his 4" to 5" heels for his duties about the house. At their last review, The Sisterhood had emphasised that it was important to make sure the sissymaid was being properly attentive to her duties.
Jane had taken the flowers and read the card. Andy asked who the roses were from. He was excited to know but also concerned about others vying for his Aunt's attention. She held up for him to read. He gulped and turned away. The roses were for him! From Will! He was overcome. "Everything you are and all you ever will be"? Did Will really mean that? He bit his finger trying to press a sob. It meant so much to him. A tear started to trickle down his face. He couldn't stop that. "Everything"! Will knew and was content with how Andy was. And those final two words meant so much: "Love Will." And kisses too. It was all too much. It was all so sudden. Will really loved him. Another tear joined its colleague as dark streaks started to form from his melting eyeliner.
Andy might have turned away but Jane could tell how he was feeling. The poor lamb. He still found it so difficult to admit his true feelings. He couldn't hide from her. Not after all the patient years she'd spent helping him to find himself. And Will. Will had come through. He was a good boy, thought Jane. Will was what exactly Andy needed: someone who loved him unconditionally. Someone who could help Andy through all his doubts and uncertainties. Someone who could also give him what he needed. The time had come.
And Jane was happy that the prettiest blossom in her kitchen weren't the roses but her own dear Andrew. It didn't matter what The Sisterhood thought, Andrew wasn't hers. He wasn't The Sisterhood's. He was Will's. Always was, if only he could admit it to himself. And always would be. And it was time for them to share that love.
Her Valentine's gift to her nephew wasn't the card nor the new Louboutins boots she'd given him, even though he'd squealed with delight as she'd zipped him up to the thigh when he'd tried them on that morning. It was the meal town she'd booked in for him and Will that evening, and that she'd instructed Will to bring a little overnight bag with a toothbrush, a razor, clean socks, underwear and shirt. She'd provide the other essentials. They would be alone in the house together tonight. If Andrew didn't have a glow on his face in the morning, she'd be disappointed. She liked to think of him wrapping those boots round Will's waist as they finally consummated their passion. It was time.
Now she just needed to decide whether she was going to be spending her evening with Mayfield or Chantelle. Decisions, decisions.
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