Miss Martian Stories

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Martian Leather

by DragonDaddy5 on Apr 23, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

It was a bright and sunny afternoon on Mars above Paradigm Incorporated. It was entering into the late afternoon and Ezekiel Cross had one final tour to take care of before he could call it a day. He took a breath and downed the last of the water bottle he'd been favoring for the past hour, tossing it into the nearby recycling port in the wall. He straighten...

Jennifer on Adderall Ch. 03

by Senzuri_Sensei on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Jennifer tugged lightly at the cuffs around her slender wrists. *Too tight*, she thought. *No way I could slip through*. A breeze swept through the valley, reminding her half her ass remained exposed and her pussy was soaking wet. *Gosh, that wind tickles . . . I need to put something in me so bad*. She bit her lower lip and moaned softly. *Why am I so fucki...

Superhero

by Unknown7 on Nov 24, 2020
Fantasy

It all started in 1938, when the first superhero, the Gladiator, appeared. He claimed to be from the distant future where Earth had exploded. Due to experiments his father had performed on him, Gladiator possessed superhuman strength and bulletproof skin. He used his powers to fight crime in Cleveland. Then another vigilante, the Shadow emerged in 1939, oper...

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Hunters Ch. 02

by The_Darkness on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

**This is a direct continuation of Chapter 1, please read it first so you have some idea of what's going on. Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote!** Max came back to reality, but he fought it the entire way. He was at home on Io and everything was neat and perfect. He had never joined the military, but instead chose to stay on Io and go to school f...

Algerian Hijabi BBW At Wal-Mart

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

A few months ago, I met this cute gal at Wal-Mart, and I decided to make her mine. Samira was her name, and this tall, curvaceous and deliciously big-bottomed Arab cutie looked simply gorgeous in a modest Hijab coupled with dark pants, and the drab blue uniform that all Wal-Mart workers are required to wear. I see pretty girls of all hues and faiths in the C...

Young Justice

by Ragnockae136 on Nov 3, 2017
Fan Fiction

Your name is John Doe and you were an ordinary human working at the National City Branch of Star Labs, until the day you discovered you weren't an ordinary human. Rather you were a Hybrid Species, born of an illicit affair between Aquaman a Powerful Atlantean and Meta-Human, and a Daxamite. You never knew or your heritage until that fateful day, the day when...

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The War to End all Worlds Pt. 06

by DragonCobolt on Mar 13, 2018
NonHuman

Tjen held Adolph Hitler's hand while I explained why we had come. The group of us all were clustered into the living room that made up the center of the apartment that was set above the coffee shop that Hitler and his wife ran. Yalen leaned against the wall, while Darren and Drusilla took up the side of the table. I and Tjen sat next to one another, while Hi...

Terra Solaris: Unrequited Lust

by Blue.Rock.Girl on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Náriël Séregon sat cross legged, elven eyes closed, breathing in the fall morning air. She mentally touched the mountain forest as she centered herself for the day. Her long silvery blue hair tucked under her knitted cap, still damp from her shower, felt cool on her neck. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Centered, Náriël opened her silver ey...

Brockton Man In Winnipeg

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

The City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, is hands down one of the worst place I've ever been to. Seriously. Sorry, but the town is crap and someone's got to say it. Everyone in Winnipeg is either White or Aboriginal, and the two groups have a strong dislike of each other. I'm half Black, so they don't know what to make of me. Whoopee for me, right? The name is Damon...

The War to End all Worlds Pt. 05

by DragonCobolt on Mar 5, 2018
NonHuman

The whistling wind that roared past the hull of the Titanic made my job a lot easier. I was no adventurer. I was no daring bold hero who starred in the holoviews put out by the dozen by Hollywood. I was just a longshoreman slash glorified gardener. But I had done my fair share of scrambling around on catwalks – and the crude ceilings of the equally crude c...