10 Years of Ryan Wolf

Official collage of a decade of Ryan Wolf. My next feat will be to tell who's who...someday.

Tonight Foolish Mortal...

Tonight, foolish mortal you will meet your doom if you are not fully prepared. The Pumpkin will wander the earth seeking to extract revenge for the mass slaughter of pumpkins. He would like nothing better to defeat your heroine and turn her into another one of his mindless queens. Sexy Temptress will abound tonight, avoid their siren calls or you and your heroine are doomed. Not even the mighty Task Force Miami could withstand the ghastly horror. A group of them were transformed into a hideous kraken before Amazin' Amy was able to fight off the mesmerizing spell and save the day.

Amora: Life's a Beach!

I originally posted this on Myspace along with Yahoo! 360, I now post it here.

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It’s not easy being me, oh sure I have a ton of exciting adventures that take me to the utter most parts of the Earth; meet all kinds of beautiful women, but it’s the go-go-go that gets me. Two weeks I’m in frigid Alaska, where the high reached -15; next I’m chained in Dracula’s dark dank damp dungeon with water dripping around everywhere. My immune system went down and I caught a nasty sinus infection.

No Blue, Wonder Woman, Fire, Spider-Woman, She-Hulk or any other of my super sexy heroine friends for a week; it was just the Doc and Captain America the whole week as I stayed in the infirmary. I was yearning to see at least a glimpse of Tara or perhaps my annoyingly cheery super sexy wingman Ensign Kara Pike, if you can believe that.

To make things worse: No Donuts! My appetite was gone, shot, and nonexistent; I had soup the whole week. Thank God I was allowed to drink a Coke once in a while.
Cap, God Bless him, gave me a weekend off; I decided to take it in my native Florida. On the Southwest Coast, it always seemed to be warmer on that part of the state; thus I picked it.

I took a deep breath of warm Florida sun as a couple of brown pelicans skimmed over the incoming waves. Palms of all shapes swayed in the warm wind; I closed my eyes and soaked in the tranquil moment.

Finally it was me without saving the world from the likes of the Composite Superman, Megatron, Starscream, The Donut Bandito, Ivan the Stinky, Dracula, and so forth. I took off my shirt and shoes; I donned my ever present aviator sunglasses and took a slow stroll down the inviting sandy beach.

I saw a lazy manatee, busy sand pipers searching for sand fleas in the surf, sea gulls, and all sorts of stuff that kept my mind off my recent troubles. I clapped my hands and smiled; it was perfect!

Suddenly I saw a beautiful blonde woman lying on the beach in front of me about twenty feet away. I immediately recognized her: Amora the Enchantress.
She was topless; her hands covered the most perfect breasts I had ever laid my eyes on. She had a pearl necklace wrapped around her neck; sea shells were scattered between her perfect breasts as she lay on a bed of seashells.

I took off my aviator sunglasses as I gazed down upon her goddess body; I smirked, “Hello Amora, working on your tan?”

She looked up and giggled, “Silly Lieutenant Wolf, that’s Dana’s department. I’m just here to get away from the bleak Scandinavian weather,” puckering her intoxicating lips as she finished.

“Amora my dear,” I replied and paused briefly, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

My goddess friend arched her back as she giggled with delight, “Me? Do you really think I’m the seducing type?”

“You move those two hands and I’ll say yes!” I replied.

She smirked, “Well then, I won’t move my hands. I’ll keep them firmly over my breasts.”

I was too busy exchanging pleasantries with Amora to notice that Blue teleported in; Amora looked over at Blue and then back at me and smiled mischievously, “Don’t look at Blue laying next to me. I don’t think she’s covering her breasts, so close your eyes as you walk by.

I looked up and saw my Blue-chan topless; she was oiling her arms as she totally ignored me. I swallowed very hard and looked back at Amora and replied, “Do you know how very hard it is for me to be an officer and a gentleman at this particular moment?”

The Enchantress shrugged her bare shoulders and smirked, “That’s too bad, because I’m having a very easy time being the Enchantress today.”

“I can’t imagine why?” I replied tongue in cheek, “Would you mind if I sat next to you?”

She smiled and giggled, “You can sit next to me,” Amora continued as she pulled her head up slightly, “but NO touching!”

“DEAL!” I greedily thundered and sat next to her.

A split second went by before Amora uncovered her perfect breasts and rolled over on top of me beaming a sinister smile. She giggled, “I said no touching, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t!”

The lovely goddess began to furiously tickle me near to death. My chest ached from laughing, my poor head ached, my face turned crimson. Blue’s phone rang; she answered it and suddenly began jumping up and down. “Danny-kun! You’re back! I’ll be right there!” She grabbed her stuff and disappeared into thin air; leaving me with Amora the Tickler.

She mercifully stopped as Blue disappeared; I caught my breath as she slid off of me and lay on her side. She rested her head up against her hand, “Feeling better, Ryan?” she giggled as her other hand rubbed my aching chest.

I nodded my coughing head, “Thank you. I needed it.”

She continued to beam that sinister smile as she rolled over, “You know I haven’t finished torturing you…yet.” She softly planted her intoxicating lips onto mine and slowly kissed me: I was hers.

Amora pulled away giggling; she reached behind her, grabbed a strawberry and dipped it whip cream. She bit into it and moaned, “Mmm, this is so exquisite.” She teasingly licked those luscious intoxicating lips of hers and offered me some of the migraine inducing fruit.

I don’t like strawberries, but when the Enchantress offers me something-I don’t refuse! I bit into the rest of the fruit and ate it.

She discarded the worthless fruit top and giggled, “Hold on Ryan, you forgot something!”

“What?” I asked innocently.

Amora again beamed a sinister smiled and slowly moved in as she licked her ever so inviting luscious lips; her warm tongue licked a blot of whip cream off my lips as she lay her breath taking soft immortal goddess body onto my mere mortal frame.
“Mmm,” she purred, “You’re my favorite fighter pilot.”

“I’m the only fighter pilot you know,” I dryly added.

“On the contrary, my dear Ryan,” she giggled as she put her nose against mine and placed her soft hand on my cheek, “I’ve known several pilots; Colonels Steve Trevor and Austin, Stringfellow Hawke,” She momentarily paused, continued with a detestable tone and grumbled her gritted teeth, “Lieutenant Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell,” she shook her head as she looked away, “He’s so full of himself.”

Amora looked back at me and smiled wildly, “But you!” she exclaimed, “You make such a tempting target!” She giggled and she ran her soft fingers through my hair and as she sighed, “My dear Ryan, what am I going to do with you?”

“You could always torment me until the day I die,” I retorted as I wrapped my arms around her near naked body.

“There’s a start!” she purred as she leaned and gave me a slow passionate kiss. I returned the kiss as I ran a hand up her back and to her head. I gently held it as I continued to drink the sweet nectar her lips offered.

My other hand softly slid up and down her back until I rested it on her left buttock; Amora pulled up and giggled, “Lieutenant, are you getting fresh with me?”
“I have not yet begun to be fresh!” I vainly boasted.

“Neither have I,” the carnal ravenous goddess growled as she moved in for the kill.
I don’t remember a thing after that.

It's Still March

Still battling the evil that is oak pollen. I'm not in the mood to write now, so I'll leave you with this pic of Amora the Enchantress. Hey, wears green and it's March.

Kiss Kiss

In honor of me catching Bronchitis, I thought I share one of my earlier Ryan stories.

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My F/A-37 Talon landed in the midst of a driving January Norwegian rain; the weather made Gotham downright hospitable I thought as I taxied off the wet cold tarmac. My home carrier, the USS George Washington, was bobbing up and down out in the turbulent Northern Atlantic several hundred miles off Norway as my feet stood on terra firma.

After my debriefing I was driven to an ancient Norse castle, all along the way I wished that it were snowing instead; I was shown to my room and left alone. I looked outside at the cold driving rain; I shivered as I gazed upon the dark dreary mess. I continued to think how nice it would be if it were snowing instead. I decided to take a nice warm shower and unzipped my flight suit.

I could've sworn I heard a beautiful sweet voice singing as I stepped into the refreshing warm water; the singing grew louder as I continued to wash. I dropped my soap as I heard the voice sing my name; I looked up as the song became enticing. I furiously finished the shower as the voice began to call me; I stepped out and dried myself off as the soft voice continued its seducing way.

Moments later I emerged on the cold wet roof top; there she was smiling a mischievous smile as she sang to me. Her hair was blonde, her eyes emerald green, she wore green armor; it revealed a gratuitous amount of cleavage. She was slowly seducing me as the cold rain continued to pour down upon us.

She continued to sing as she slowly strutted up to me in the driving rain; I completely forgot about my mission as she purred, "Kiss Kiss, Ryan."

I had enough of my faculties to remember my Avenger files: It was the Asgardian goddess, Amora the Enchantress. Somehow, I vaguely thought I knew her from somewhere, but I was too bewitched to remember as she stopped in front of me as the cold rain continued to pour. We stood there for what seemed like hours, I was mesmerized by the rain that ran down her beautiful face.

She kissed me; something wonderful happened when she did; the rain instantly turned to snow. White puffy flakes of snow gently fell as I wrapped my mortal arm around her incredible immortal body and returned her intoxicating kiss.

Outside my window the snow continued to gently fall; Amora released her spell, I came to in my bed. Her knees straddled my abdomen, she was fully clothed sitting on my lap; I was only dressed in my Navy issued boxers. She warmly smiled, "Hello, Ryan."

"AMORA!" I thundered in shock, "What, What, What am I doing here?!?" I continued as I feverishly looked around the room; I couldn't move much courteous of her strong knees.

The goddess leaned down and put a calm finger on my nose, "Ryan, it's alright. Blue asked me to keep an eye on you," she paused and kissed me. Amora purred, "I just didn't know how well of a kisser you were!" Again the Asgardian goddess stopped and kissed me, one that I returned as I took a deep breath through my nose.

I was quite frankly drunk with her kisses; combine Blue, Diana, and Red together they still couldn't match the intoxication that flowed from Amora's luscious lips. I wanted more and more of her as I drank in her wine kisses.

Amora broke away, rose up, and sat on the edge of the bed without taking her hypnotic green eyes off me as I sat up in bed. “Did we do anything?” I asked as I gazed upon her fair face.

Amora crossed her sexy legs as she lustfully replied, “You know that I’m not the kiss and tell type, Ryan.”

“Amora.”

She leaned over giving me yet another eyeful of her majestic cleavage and cooed, almost giggling, “Even if we did do it,” she paused as she placed a soft finger on my chest and continued, “I’m an immortal Norse goddess, you are a mere mortal, you couldn’t possibly get me pregnant, my dear Ryan.”

She clicked her fingers and a crystal goblet full of red wine appeared in midair; Amora took it and drank. The crystal continued to hover as she released it; Amora removed her breast plate and snaked her soft irresistible immortal body up mine as the snow fell harder.

Fifteen minutes later Amora put her armor back on as I lay flat on my back. She leaned over me with a concerned look on her face; she placed her soft hand on my chest. I arched my back and yelped as fire raged through my lungs. “Ryan, you have bronchitis incubating in your lungs,” she stated as she kept her fiery fingers on my chest.

She released her healing touch, but it still felt like my lungs were still on fire. My body had broken out in a severe sweat, the sheets were soaked. Amora gently put the sheets over me as she purred, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Blue.”

“You’re not the kiss and tell type,” I weakly replied trying to keep my tired eyes open.

“No,” the Enchantress countered as she giggled, “I won’t tell her how cute your butt is!” She stopped, leaned over me and whispered, “Now sleep. I’ll stand guard until you leave.”

I heard her sing a lullaby, my heavy tired eyes closed; as I drifted off into a deep restful sleep I heard the soft fluffy snow turn back into cold rain.