Wonder Woman as a Violet Lantern

I'm going to have to save my money and buy up all the issues she wears that delicious skimpier costume.

Prayer Request

On Christmas Day the writer behind Lady White was in an automobile crash; the car was t-boned from what I've heard. I have not been in the RP mood since then. Please pray for her.

Thank you.

Superheroine in New Orleans?

I was going through some old photos that navy intel had after Hurricane Katrina. I was stunned to see some photos from a Saints/Dolphins game; looks like there was a blonde goddess on the sideline.

Happy Boxing Day

Denise Milani...Naughty Heroine?

Merry Christmas from Florida

Santa...Incoming!!!

Merry Christmas from DC

DC's 2006 Christmas card

Christmas Elf

I hope she doesn't frost her rear end too much!

Happy Holidays

Merry Christmas from Gotham

The Huntress in a stunning skimpy red version of her costume, just in time for Christmas.

Wonder Woman: Blackest Night

I hope I can find the mini-series in my local area...

More Merry Christmas from DC

Merry Christmas!

Happy Thanksgiving?

Pocahontas better find Captain John Smith before she becomes stuffed!

Don't Worry Fans

The Tampa heroine is alright, she's a little banged up, but she's all smiles.

The Sunshine State Victor!

After an epic battle between two buxom bodacious superheroines, Miami came out on top!

Tampa vs Miami

Place your bets!

Superheroine in Miami?

WONDERful Catch!

I love this! Wonder Woman looks like Lynda Carter! If only we seen more of this during the CBS years of Wonder Woman. Artist is Radius 45 on Deviant Art

http://radius45.deviantart.com/

SuperHeroine in Tampa?

What do you think?

Yet Another Gratuitous Pic of Denise Milani!

Yet More of Denise Milani

More Denise Milani as Wonder Woman

Denise Milani as Wonder Woman

Need I say anymore?

Pumpkin Puss-Part 1

The sinisterly smiling crescent moon rose above the quite pumpkin patch behind Lady Blue’s Tavern. A cool brisk autumn breeze blew as the moon cast its eerie light upon a sleeping Jack-o-lantern. Brown, red, yellow, orange leaves swirled around the carved pumpkin as the October moon’s shimmering mystical energies beamed down upon the pumpkin.

Lieutenant Ryan Wolf, the now legendary PAM (Pirate Anger Management for those of you reading in Port St. Lucie, Florida) Instructor, had successfully, well, that depends upon what your definition of ‘successfully’ is, trained the infamous Lady Blue and Lady Black. In fact, the handsome lieutenant was so successful that lead PAM Instructor code named: Captain Jack wanted Ryan to take on a new student, Lady Blue’s most capable protégé, Lady White. The Wolf jumped in with both feet.

The sweet, yet deadly white haired kunoichi stared at the unpleasant purple reflection in the mirror. The voluptuous ninja moaned, “Ryan-chan, is this really necessary,” as she gazed upon her pirate self. Her heaving chest nearly popped out of her skimpy purple pirate dress as she continued to look at the abominable reflection, surely her Ryan-chan had eaten one too many Krispy Kreme donuts. “Can’t I wear something else for Halloween,” she pleaded as she turned around, her breath taking Mount Fujis nearly jumping free.

“I’m sorry, White-chan,” the ace pilot replied as he grabbed her two purple straps that strained to hold her massive breasts in check, “It’s part of your training.” He paused for a moment as he gazed upon the glory that was her fabulous cleavage. The ravenous Wolf looked up and finished as he gently pulled her curvy body into rock granite masculine frame, “Think of all the fun we’ll have when I help you take it off.”

“Ryan-chan!” the little minx purred, “You can help me take it off now!”

“Mmm,” he moaned as he gave her a slow kiss. “I love to,” he stated in a low voice and in a quick flash twirled her around and smacked her sweet ass. Her shocked eyes widen as he did so. “BUTT! First you have to help Tara tend the bar in that pirate attire,” he retorted.

The blushing White gently rubbed her plump rump as Ryan wrapped a strong supporting arm around her. She glanced at her Ryan-chan, “Please!” the desperate kunoichi pleaded.

Imperial Commander of the Galactic Navy, Tara le Fay, now a Commander in the United States Navy, had been watching, she smirked, “I don’t know what’s she’s complaining about Ryan, ain’t like she’s wearing much.” Tara was dressed as Wonder Woman. She sported a tiara, bracelets, red bustier, and long red boots with white trim; however, she sported a blue star spangled mini skirt instead of satin tights, her magic lasso rested against her hip. Wonder Wolf stopped and further added salt to the wound, “She’s Lady Blue’s protégé alright; she suffers from acute piratitis.”

Ryan opened the door for the reluctant smexy pirate; he smiled as the party was just about to start. However, his precious White-chan blushed and swallowed hard as Tara placed White’s sword on her nearly exposed curvy right hip. Lady White’s purple dress strained to keep her in place as she took shallow rapid breaths. It was going to be a very long night for the crimson cheeked kunoichi.

It was a good thing that Ryan and White were an item, if not, all the beautiful ladies, especially the perky Miss Matthews, would’ve been fair game for the ravenous Wolf. Aspen was dressed as a mermaid; the lieutenant marveled how her seashells didn’t pop off of her well endowed petite breasts as she wildly danced and bounced on the dance floor.

Chp and Squirrel Girl were sitting at the bar chit chatting about their favorite nuts to crack as they sipped away on double Macadamia nut lattes. Wolf was thankful that the little Green Lantern squirrel was back to his status of being the cutest squirrel in the galaxy and not the blood thirsty Black Lantern. Gobs of adoring dreamy eyed women quickly swarmed they Lilliputian giant as the asked for autographs and photo requests.

In the background Ryan’ favorite wingman, Carol Riley, the bodacious Miss Marvel strolled in. She was dressed as the Queen of the fairies; he marveled how quickly she regained her goddess body after giving birth to her son. Ryan nearly drooled as he thought about how she could change into her tight little black costume.

Shimmering lights would dance around her, it was almost as delicious, er, exciting as watching Lynda Carter on TV as she twirled into Wonder Woman. The buxom blonde’s husband was a very lucky man, no, lucky isn’t strong enough; he was blessed.
Misty Knight, the Chocolate Wolf, was there too; wearing the Washington Redskin Cheerleading outfit she wore while performing some undercover work for the National Football League. Ryan quickly made his way over as his eyes never straying from the ebony beauty. “Ahoy there Misty, my chocolate Wolf maitee!” he smiled with his best pirate accent. “What would ye like to drink to satisfy ye thirst, me heartee!”
Lady White, standing a few feet away, was traumatized. Her left eye was a big as a moon pie, her right eye twitched uncontrollably as her mouth quivered. She slowly turned to face Ryan; her eyes began to glow a deep crimson. How could he do this to her? Talk like a pirate when she was dressed as a pirate babe!

She snarled and was about to lunge at him when Lady Blue bopped her over the head with a bowling pin she pulled out of the deep recesses of her cleavage. “No, White-sama! It’s part of your training! Ryan-kun is only doing what’s best for you.”
Poor Lady White rubbed her aching head and nervously smiled as she put her head down. Misty Knight leaned over the counter and rested her chin on her fist; she purred, “How about some rum, lieutenant.”

Ryan saw White out of the corner of his eye and decided to give White some more PAM training. “Rum it is!” he thundered and started signing boisterously, “16 men on a dead man’s chest, Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!”

Lady Blue was strutting her stuff in her ‘Playstation’ attire. She sported a blindfold with a green triangle on it; she had two buttons covering her massive bosoms, and not much else save that black bikini bottom that sported three plug-ins dangling from her well oiled haunches. The sandalwood scented blue haired vixen started humming along, suddenly it hit the ninja blue haired buxom Sony Playstation what she was singing. She dropped the drink she was about to serve to a customer; she blankly blinked. Blue glanced over at her Ryan-kun; how could he do that to her? Made her sing a pirate song, he made her sing a filthy pirate song! The PAM graduate’s blood began to boil, her teeth gnashed together, she balled her angry fists; she was seconds away from making the pirate loving Wolf pay dearly.

Remember when I stated earlier that Blue had successfully complete Pirate Anger Management? She completely it alright, successfully depends upon what your definition of ‘is’ is. Lady Blue passed with a D-, a score of 69 to be exact. A fact that wasn’t lost to Tara le Fay; she sensed the approaching maelstrom and snapped her fingers. The door behind Blue and White opened; the Wonder Wolf tackled both of them into the dark room.

Ryan and Misty were both oblivious to this as he handed the cheerleader her liquid poison. The door closed as Misty took the drink and raised it in the air. “To chocolate!” she giggled and then down her alcohol.

Embarrassing Situation

Now, how do I talk myself out of it?

Six Weeks

The following story is based on my gall bladder being removed in 2006. It's my first of several Halloween themed stories; I've toned it down a tad from the original. I will be posting more "spoooooky" stories as we continue to approach October 31

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It was a brisk, cool, breezy night as my blue Crossfire screamed into its parking space on the college campus. The Harvest Moon brilliantly smiled down upon me as I stormed out of the car. I slammed the door and ran up to the Hot School Girl. She had back to me, showing off her appetitizing sweet thong clad butt to me; a few maple leaves flew in front as I neared my delicious young friend.

Jez turned around and smiled at me. She sported her red helmet complete with two horns; two pony tails flowed from the top. Her silky black tails danced in the night breeze. Instead of wearing a plaid top, she wore a red bikini bra. A girl has to keep her sexy reputation you know. Her crony M-16 rested gently on her soft right thigh.

"Jez, what the hell is going on?" I asked completely befuddled.

"I need back up," the eighteen year old heroine smiled.

"Back up!" I exclaimed as I reached behind my back and pulled out my USN issued 9MM, "I had my gall bladder taken out a month ago!"

"You'll do," she replied winking her eye.

"Why not Wonder Woman?" I protested as I took the safety off and stowed my weapon away.

"Your brother ran away scared silly, screaming that he had seen the Angel of Death. They had to sedate him," she calmly stated.

She had to be pulling my leg. My brother was in Afghanistan, like me. Plus he was in Iraq; he doesn't scare easily. I was about to call her bluff when she licked her candy apple red lips; I forgot all about my problems. I hadn't seen any action in sex, er, six weeks. So lust stricken me followed as Jez's sweet ass swung back and forth as we entered the park.

The gorgeous Harvest Moon was swallowed by dark gloomy clouds. "Terrific," I uttered thinking that it was an omen of things to come. A raven settled on an oak branch in front of us. I braced myself for the inevitable, "Nevermore." I looked up as we walked by it; I swear it looked like it knew something I didn't. Damn Edgar Allen Poe. Why did I have to read that stupid poem yesterday?

A black cat ran behind us as we followed a nature trail, moments later a bat screeched overhead as we made our way to the center of the park. I kept looking at her ass as we followed the trail. I kept looking at it in hopes of getting happy somewhere, nothing. Nuts. I couldn't understand it. The only thing covering her luscious rear end was dental floss; nothing, no stimulation whatsoever.

A mysterious fog rolled in as we entered a clearing. A path of glowing Jack-o-lanterns led the way to an eerie labyrinth as leafs tumbled in the brisk refreshing autumn's night breeze.

"Now what?"

"The labyrinth," she replied.

"Naturally," I uttered rolling my eyes.

Twin grotesque gargoyles greeted us at the entrance. I could've sworn they began to smile as we approached. Maybe the flickering lights from the Jack-o-lanterns were playing tricks on me, I hoped.

Jez cocked her M-16 and marched into maze; I followed her with my eyes trained on her sweet ass. My naughty self imagined groping it with my hands just before I spread those sweet cheeks open wide and firing a heat seeking missile into her wetland.

She came to a complete stop while I imagined ravishing her hot body. I bumped into that sweet ass; she turned around and narrowed her eyes as she whispered, "Pay attention!"

I was, but I wasn't, if you know what I mean. I sheepishly looked down and mumbled, "Sorry."

She shook her pretty little head in frustration and continued to march again. I followed and continued to have my eyes locked onto the sweet ass of hers. The sweet flesh pendulum swung nonstop back and forth. Oh, how I wanted it; even more frustrating was the fact that I had no desire, stupid gall bladder operation.

Suddenly we stopped in our tracks as an eerie saxophone began to play; I drew my sidearm as Jez trained her M-16 dead ahead. Heh, I said, "Dead." Anyhow, we stopped and scanned the area. I knelt to my knee and got even a closer look at that sweet ass. It was right there in front of my carnal eyes. I could feel lust stalking me; Jez looked down at me. I was expecting her to ask, "Enjoying the view?"

Her candy apple red lips smiled and asked the inevitable, "Enjoying the view, luv?"

I rose to my feet; we shared a brief kiss before Jez pulled away. She put her index finger on my lips and whispered, "Later." We followed the eerie music; every gargoyle and jack-o-lantern we passed looked more sinister as the music began to crescendo. I thought it was getting cooler as we pressed on. I looked down at Jez's ample boobage. Her nipples were about ready to bore out of her crimson bikini bra. I smiled, it was getting colder and I finally got a tiny sensation of being happy somewhere. Perhaps I would get lucky after all at Wonder Woman's party tonight!

Moments later we finally reached the heart of the labyrinth, the music had reached its apex. We aimed our weapons at a shadowy figure. The dark figure appeared to have a sickle in its hand. If this were The Angel of Death, then our weapons would be totally useless. I swallowed hard at the sobering thought.

Jez, however, seemed to play it cool. She took careful aim as the Harvest Moon finally came back out. Suddenly the music stopped and the figure moved towards us as though it were gliding. I knelt to my knee as it kept coming; it gracefully skimmed the ground as it continued towards us. The light of the moon raced towards the shadowy phantom. The moon light revealed the figure to be...

"President Clinton!" I thundered in total relieved disbelief as I rose to my feet.

"I'm sorry Hot School Girl," he said totally ignoring Your's Truly, "I'm sorry for scaring everybody. I haven't played since 1996 run, but I'm getting ready for Hillary's 08 run."

"Not a problem Mr. President," Jez smiled as Bill began to oogle her. She threw the rifle over her shoulder as she continued, "It's been a pleasure." They shook hands; he flashed me a wink as Jez turned around and left. I quickly saluted and ran after her.

I looked down at my watch and commented, "Wow, we can still make it to the party."

Jez slowed down and stopped. She lay the M-16 down as she purred, "Party huh? She looked at me and unsnapped her bra as she finished, "I'll give you a party."

It was the best party in six weeks.

Photobucket Police

This pic of Vampirella is too hot for photobucket, it was deleted several minutes after I uploaded it.

One would think this one was, but it's still there. I'm still scratching my head.

Caught Red Handed!

This was a very embarrassing situation. I was accidentally transformed into a Werewolf by Lady Blue...again. I was frantically searching for something to hide my new form when my current girlfriend, Lady White, walked in...

Superheroine in Miami

Is Miami's sophomore wonder a superheroine in disguise?

Another Superheroine in Disguise?

I dunno, but it seems that San Diego is a hot spot for undercover heroines!

Power Groupie!

Yup she's hanging out at the pool to have her photo taken with her favorite superheroines!

Powergirl, Powerbabe or Power model?

I report...you decide.

Superheroine or Supercheerleader?

I report...you decide

Another Superheroine Convention Update

Miss Marvel is not going to make it...or is she?

Superheroine Convention Update!

Wonder Woman is going to be late, she's a little tied up at the moment.

Battling Headaches

Cobra field tested their new headache projector on me. It worked, I've been suffering from them for almost three days now. Mercifully a USN air strike took it out and I'm slowly getting back to my old self.

So, in the meantime, here's a little smexy pic of Elektra's fabulous rear end!

Larry the Lobster

I finally finished a story that I originally drew way back in 1996. I started rewriting it last year and it hit a brick wall. I threw a new friend from Myspace and it took new life. It's finished and now I have to edit it. I'll be posting it soon!

The New Vampirella?

Good Lord I hope not. She looks more like Misty Knight than Vampirella.

Paging Nurse Harley!

‘Twas night before Labor Day and my donut shop was buzzing with hungry shoppers who couldn’t wait to get their hands on my, er, Dana’s apple cider donuts. I was seeing if they would still be a best seller; I was thrilled, I couldn’t keep ‘em in stock! They were literally flying out of the bins. There was a lull in the action and I sat down to take a breath, it didn’t last long as Harley Quinn came bouncing in.

“Hiya, Ryan!” she giggled.

“Harley!” I smiled. I saw she was wearing a risque looking little nurse’s outfit. My naughty eyes painting every square inch of her spectacular body; so I decided to have some fun. “So, what are you?”

She giggled and twirled around for me to see, “I’m playing dress up! I’m a nurse!”

“You make a great nurse,” I stated going along with the act, “Too bad I’m not hurt or anything.”

The cute blonde put her head back and placed her slender finger on her chin as she thought aloud, “Hmmmm, well, if you ever get roughed up; I can fix you.”

I sarcastically replied, “Can you give me a few minutes to figure out how to get roughed up?”

I shouldn’t have said that; next thing I knew, Harley’s fist slammed into my shoulder. I quickly grabbed it as I yelped in pain, “OW! Hey, you don’t know your own strength!”

The sexy nurse ignored my comment as she removed the shiny cold brass knuckles from her slender fingers and asked, “How’s that? Pain? Yes? No?” She momentarily paused and finished, “Say ‘Ah’, turn your head and cough.”

I rubbed my aching shoulder and did what Nurse Quinn told me to do. I turned my head and coughed three times

“I see your problem,” Harley stated as she massaged my shoulder, “Somebody recently punched you.” She then laughed, “Ha! Am I great at this medical stuff or what,” and in the same breath handed me a piece of paper, “Here’s my bill.”

“Bill?” I said quizzically as I took the flimsy piece of paper I looked incredulously at the ‘bill’, my eyes nearly exploded out of my skull, “500 BUCKS?!?!? WHAT THE?!?!?”

Without batting an eyelash the mannequin nurse smiled, “I take credit cards.” She stopped and pointed at the paper, “Notice the chicken scratch handwriting? “ Quinn closed her eyes, folded her white gloved hands behind her back and smiled proudly, “That’s how you know I’m a top notch medical person…thing…nurse lady!”

There was no way on God’s green Earth that I was going to pay $500 bucks for her little prognosis. I put the paper down and balked in my usual dry manner, “How about a kiss, movie, and a dinner?”

“Sure thing handsome,” she replied flatly, twisting her upper torso back and forth, “But that will cost you extra.”

“Huh? Extra? I'm paying for it, how can it be extra?” I exclaimed. All this silly stress raised my blood pressure; next thing I knew I had a headache. I grimaced as I placed my hand on my aching temple. I moaned, “Ouch. All this mental strain is giving me a headache.”

Harley’s fair face lit up like a Christmas tree, “Ah a headache?! I can fix that too; take two of these,” she stated as she pulled some random colored looking pills out of her little medical kit, “and call me in the morning!”

I glanced down at the pills and then up at her beaming face. I raised an eyebrow for I was skeptical; you’d be too if you were in my shoes. I asked, “What are they? They look sorta conspicuous?”

Harley glanced down at the pills and shrugged her shoulders, “Hmm, I dunno.” She took them and popped them into her mouth as I watched in total disbelief. My sexy nurse smiled almost like Mr. J. “Ooooh! Skittles! My favorite!”

“Skittles!” I thundered, “That’s pure sugar! That’ll make my headache worse!” I was wrong for all that screaming made it worse, “Ouch.” I moaned again as I held my pounding headache, “It’s now a migraine.”

The confused blonde nurse tilted her head, “Migraine? Isn’t that fake butter?” Suddenly the light went on, “Oh wait! That’s margarine,” she stated shaking her head, “ Either way that’s not a good thing.”

“No, it’s not,” I concurred and continued, “I’m not going to enjoy that kiss, movie and dinner unless this migraine clears.”

“This nurse stuff is tricky. Why can’t people stay healthy?” she asked scratching her pretty little blonde head.

“Because, Harley, they eat too many Skittles.”

Harley poured on the melodramatics as she threw her head back and rested the back of her hand against her forehead, “Oh Skittles! Why do you betray us?!?!?”

“Sugar, my dear Harley, sugar; Skittles is pure sugar,” I stated and saw my opportunity to strike. I had been playing possum. Harley never saw it coming. I grabbed her and gave her a long slow passionate kiss.

Harley’s eyes opened wide with shock before she fainted in my arms. I gently lay her down on the floor and feverishly began to fan her as I calmly repeated her name, “Harley! Harley! Harley!”

She slowly picked up her spinning head. She closed her eyes and opened them as she stammered, “What? What happened…what am I doing on the floor, Ryan?”

I warmly smiled, “You fainted after I gave you a big smooch.”

Harley sported a blank look before she flashed a sheepish grin as she laughed, “I think you should see a doctor; those smooches are potent.”

“Well, I am seeing a nurse,” I stated and then snuck in a little kiss.

Harley’s started to swoon as her head quickly filled with helium, she giggled, “Now cut that out!”

I jokingly threatened her, “If you keep swooning, I’ll have to give you mouth to mouth!”

“And just how will that help me?” she asked as she gave me a flirty wink.

“Like this!” I lustfully exclaimed as I gently lay her back down upon the floor and gave her another long slow passionate kiss.

Harley greedily returned the kiss as she reached up with her long sexy leg and kicked the door in your face…

SuperHeroine Convention!

It's taking place right now in Orlando, Florida; 'tis a shame that I've hit a creative brick wall as I type this. Hopefully I can breakthrough it by Monday and get back to it.

Mighty Melinda has been writing a few pieces for it, Ultra Woman, Star Spangled Girl, and possibly a few villains can help participate...if they should choose to.

We're going to need all the help we can get...it seems the superheroines are disappearing one at a time...how's this possible?!?!?

Dog Days of August

Can't a Girl Take a Bath in Peace?

Several years ago I planned on writing a story of my main vixen, Tara Wolf, and how she came to earth. One of the scenes had her being interrupted while taking a bath in a Nevada spring; never did find anything suitable. A few days ago one of the people I watch at deviant art posted this!

FINALLY! Now I just gotta find the time to write.

A Glimpse into My Little Black Book

Dog Days of August

Fire is hot! Hot! HOT!

Dog Days of August

Starfire!

Dog Days of August

Power Girl!