Back in the fifties and sixties, my father worked in Tanganyika or Tanzania as it's now called. I was then twenty, and I was in the British army, based in the UK, I had saved up two months leave, having been given permission to take an extended leave to visit my parents. They lived at the time, in a very remote area, with only a small handful of European eng...
Mary couldn't get Jane's face out of her mind. "Can't you go any faster?" Sandy called out. Mary didn't think she could, but she tried. She was dragging Sandy's third and final pair of suitcases up the stairs. The third floor would have been no problem with the elevator; but Sandy wanted her to walk. Of course, Mary walked. Sandy giggled. Breathing heav...
It had been a long week waiting on the weekend to come. Work seemed to drag on and on. It was finally Friday night and I was headed home. I made sure my schedule was clear for the weekend because I wanted to be able to enjoy it without interruption. Ann had invited her friends Jane and Denise to spend the entire weekend with us. After last weekend I was alr...
At two in the morning Peter left a softly snoring Mary Jane and went out for his nightly swing around the city. It was a pretty slow night considering. He interrupted a jewelry story robbery; two guys had broken the front window and were throwing the display merchandise in a bag when he webbed them and left them for the cops. He left one man swinging upside...
Mary Jane swallowed apprehensively as she helped Steven Cornwall pull his shirt off over his head, kick off his boat shoes, unbuckle his trousers and slide them down his legs. Her best girlfriend's husband leered lazily at her. He pulled off his socks and dropped his briefs. Now he was as naked as she was with one difference. She held the envelope he'd just...
This is the fourth in a multi-part story about my early experiences with sex. For complete background, see the previous sections of the story. While these ‘HS Sweetheart’ stories are mostly true, I have changed names to protect the not-so-innocent. Please vote if you liked or didn’t like the story and send some feedback. My memories of the spring of my seni...
While Peter waited for Kraven to return with the brochure of the Kraven The Hunter Wild Life Foundation he wondered if maybe he wasn't over-reacting. Kraven's aims were good ones and the man did sound sincere. If it wasn't for the Spider Sense he could have bought into what Kraven had said. On the one hand his Spider Sense had never been wrong, but that wasn...
Peter Parker's apartment had schizophrenia. It wasn't his fault. Not that he'd done much to treat it, his sense of interior decorating having been stillborn. It was that his two roommates had such domineering personalities, yet divergent tastes—they clashed with each other so much, it was no wonder they were dating. Mary Jane Watson was an aspiring Broadway...
I offered this story to Marvel and was turned down quickly. I want to know from you the fans did Marvel make a mistake? Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Marvel or their characters. * New York dock, a ship floats in from the fog. It's captain was Morlun coming back to New York after deadly journey in Mephisto's realm. With the first part of his plan...
Peter Parker and his high-fashion model wife left the party; Pete had been so busy being Spider-Man he was actually glad to put his web-slinging on hold to spend some time with MJ, away from their usual city-crazed routine. The young man smiled at his spouse; surely he was the luckiest man on earth. Mary Jane was every man's dream girl, her beautiful face h...