You Don't Pull On Superman's Cape Novels & Stories

Chapter Two Of all the friends that Sam had me introduced to, I particularly had a liking for Felix. He was unique in a way and we seemed to share the same interests, like the love for superheroes, most specifically the Superman guy. Eventually, we got bored of playing soccer and some of the kids we were playing with headed to their homes. It was too early for us to go home, so we decided to play Hide and Seek afterwards, a game in which you hide and someone has to find out where you are. It was only the three of us, Sam, Felix and I. You know how the kids back in the rurals are always controlled by the city kids? Well, Felix and I hid and I made Sam look for us. After struggling, he finally

’ After dinner, the trio settled on the sofa, cuddled together, and watched a rerun of ‘Indiana Jones. The action-packed scenes and daring stunts had them all captivated. Veronica, always one to crack jokes, couldn’t resist making a playful comment. ‘Hey, do you think Indiana Jones is secretly a superhero? I mean, he’s got the hat and the whip – classic superhero accessories!’ Alessia laughed. ‘You might be onto something there! I can just imagine him flying through the air with that whip. Move over, Superman!’ Milo, the ever-curious and inquisitive five-year-old, corrected them, ‘But Indiana Jones doesn’t have superpowers like Superman. He’s just really brave and smart and highly trained.’

Beth lay down and pulled the blanket up. "Not so fast, babe! We're not really done for tonigh, Super Boy is ready for another action! So you will remember that superboy..is indeed super, the only one who can make you moan..and shaking with your release."

She forced herself to say cruel words to hurt him, and it hurt her to do it. "Where did you get this cape?" he asked evenly, his hands sliding over the rippling fabric. "Adam." Perhaps he hadn't heard her. He hadn't even so much as flinched. Deftly, he unfastened the silver brooch at her neck with steady hands. No, she mused, he definitely hadn't heard her. Maybe she'd mumbled inaudibly. Easily he slid the cape from her body. Gracefully, even.

“We must not create a scene.” A surge of indignation rushes through me. This is not just a dress; this is my dignity laid bare before a crowd that awaits my every move like vultures circling a fallen creature. Yet, the cape feels heavier than my mother’s expectations. I hesitate, my fingers trembling as they trace the fabric’s edge, but the weight of her command compels me. With a deep breath, I let the cape slip from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my feet like a discarded curtain.

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

KAEL. Deciding what to do with the cloak was making me uneasy. If I were Superman, this would be easy to handle, but how the fuck do I move and kick ass with this thing around me? I could take it off, but I didn’t have the luxury of time to work on the fucking zipper to take out the citrine. And I had nowhere to hide it. They were coming closer.

A medium sized one soon pinned his flowing cape to the green grass. When Adrian looked over his shoulder to see what had trapped him, I took that opportunity to lash out a water tentacle. But he turned right on time and suddenly yanked the water tentacle, pulling the entire thing off my arm. "H-hey!" I watched in shock as the water deftly wrapped round his arm.

Kate says, “I don’t think even the combined powers of Batman and Superman would be enough if you’re still set on taking on ma’s Countryside gig.” Nate switches to clown mode to deflect Kate’s misgivings. He puffs out his chest, stands with his arms akimbo and lets out a hearty laugh, turning some heads. He shouts in a rich baritone voice: “No job is too small for… Super-Nate!”

I asked, “You really like it?” He nodded exaggeratedly, “I’m going to need to keep you right by side the entire night.” I smiled, “I don’t plan on leaving your side.” He stood up and walked around me, “Your cape has a train?” I responded in a breathy tone, “Just a small one. What do you think?” He walked to stand in front of me, “I’m going to be so proud to stand beside you. I want to show you off to the world”.