Peter slammed the busty blonde down onto the concrete rooftop, pressing his hands down onto her shoulders to keep her in place. Keeping his legs either side of her waist to prevent escape, he had her right where he wanted. "Didn't expect you to be so forceful Spider, I see how much you want me." Felicia teased. "Enough Cat, where are the jewels?" Peter sig...
After Felicia had come—again—Felicity rose up over her on the bed. Felicia's moist and so recently sexual body, an image of her own from the outside looking in, was unbelievably sensual to her. She married her hand to Felicia's, all the fingers the same length, the fingerprints nestling together perfect, then moved her fingers up Felicia's wrist, up her arm,...
Why was she doing this? Felicia Hardy had been a cat burglar, it was true, but those days were long over with. She had people to steal for her now. She could order gunmen to do a smash and grab to take anything she wanted. She could outright buy any loot she craved. Why was she bothering to sneak into a penthouse after dark to knock over one piddling safe?...
Felicia lived in an Empire Suite in the Carlyle, the luxury hotel where Marilyn Monroe had had her tryst with JFK, thanks to some secret tunnels. Peter guessed knowing that was how some real estate agent had made a mint off Felicia Hardy. Being gently, but somewhat icily ushered in by the various concierges and door staff, Peter and Darcy made their way to...
Peter was lucky in love, as hard as that was to believe. At least, he considered himself so. No matter what grave misfortunes his love life had suffered, how could he consider himself unlucky when he had people like Mary Jane, like Felicia in his life? Then there was Ana, Betty, Debra... it took a lot to make girls like that pale in comparison, but nonethele...
This chapter was co-written by De'sare, an author who not only has a deep knowledge of the Marvel universe and characters, but is very prolific and skilled as well. It was an honor to work with such a talented writer; I believe he matches the great Stormbringer's storytelling, and I strongly recommend reading his work. *** Mary Jane was lost in her persona...
Felicia was sick of being sick. She decided whatever bullshit psychosomatic bullshit was holding her back, she was fucking it and going out. It wasn't the first time she'd lost Parker; so what? Love 'em and leave 'em. Why should it be so different just because this was a long-term thing? If it were a guy and she'd intended to keep them strapped on for a week...
Earth-69 Twenty minutes later, Anya lifted her drenched face from between Jessica's thighs. The taste was heavenly. "Was that alright?" "That was fantastic," Jessica moaned. "Have you ever considered joining the Avengers? They would just love your mouth..." "They'd probably love it more if I put bad guys in jail." Anya checked her phone. "Code: Blue is he...
Mary Jane: Super Whore Issue Eight: Pur of the Black Cat Felicia Hardy was impressed with the site of Peter's new apartment. It was enormous and the rent was obviously expensive. By the look of things, they were doing very good in their new line of work. She was even more impressed when she saw they're 'maid'. She felt a tingling down in her loins and smirk...
They took their lovemaking to the bedroom. After fifteen minutes, it was clearly the only furniture in the apartment that could handle them. The mattress was bumpy, the springs squeaked like hungry kittens, and the sheets, clean as they were, itched. No wonder Peter slept in pajamas; Tony Stark birthday present. With accompanying slippers. But Mary Jane di...