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Smallville Kansas

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 7.4K Views

Fate Of Her Path Series

Jana always had issue's with men especially the way they treated her like she is meat until she met Angel one evening and chemistry went through the chart. They met in Michigan when Jana went on a date with some guy name Gunther well he didn't like her fun adventure's and that is when Angel came to her rescue. Angel's mother had abandoned her as soon as she kissed her long time girlfriend Scarlett Thomas unfortunately several years down the road her grandmother had passed away not to long after so she had to start life in Michigan that was when she met the most beautiful woman named Jana after her horrible date with some guy treating her like she was just a materialistic doctor. Jana is still a straight woman with struggling with the fact that she could never make love to her girlfriend Angel it had been a challenge as far as they have gotten is kissing and holding hands. Angel has helped her come a long way since they hooked up randomly but with the conflicts of men from her past popping in and out of her life has made it challenging for sure. Angel still had issue's with Scarlett coming around and trying to claim her from Jana though the battle have constantly been going since high school and she has made sure that Jana isn't apart of her life. Angel had came close to being raped by Scarlett one night but that was when Jana decided to move so they could be together and help work at the bookstore/cafe called Windsong. Windsong had been a hit for years with the additional coffee's,latte's,mocha's and many new books that come in each year. Angel had started the bookstore/cafe from scratch have made it amazing since then until they saved up enough money to move to Kansas which had made dreams a reality. Could Jana and Angel be together again? Or will Scarlett keep her Annabel? Read on to find out more... (It is a Trilogy)
LesbianJuliet88 · 84.1K Views

Woken Desires

** Mature 18+ ** Ella was raised a proper girl from a small town, but is thrown to live in the upper class world when her father dies. Her whole time in the city she was looked down on and made fun of. Eros was the only one that helped her yet never really accepted her either. Eros was born rich and privileged not knowing what to do with the Dorothy from Kansas that moved next door. Ella always showed him a kind heart, but he has to decide if he can reciprocate her love or keep on his path? Preview: "Are you lying?" His mouth drew closer to mine and there was that gut feeling making everything throb between my legs. "Can you please stop? I don't like this." Tears brimmed my eyes. He let go on my wrist placing his hands on my waist then leaned back to give us some breathing space. "How about we start slow? Something easy." His smirk was gone and his eyes were soft to me. "Ok." I said confused. "Do you like when I touch you? Like right now my hands on your hips. Does it feel good?" His thumbs circled my bare skin sending little waves of pleasure in my stomach. I bit my lip afraid to answer. "Just shake your head, doll. Yes or no?" I moved my head up and down. I wasn't blind, Eros is gorgeous and he was touching me, of course I liked it. "Do you like it when I kiss you?" He moved a little closer. My eyes widened at how close he was to me then I shook my head yes. "Good girl. See that wasn't too bad." His lips brushed mine. "Now tell me, Ella. Did you like it when my lips sucked and licked your sweet pussy?" He whispered softly over my mouth. I took a hard breath and closed my eyes before shaking my head yes. "I thought so, doll. Come with me."
Phoenix_Rising2372 · 25.9K Views

The Diver Academy

Book One: The Event Los Angeles was the first to succumb. The towering skyscrapers, once reaching ambitiously towards the heavens, were mercilessly swallowed into a cavernous abyss filled with darkness and despair. An eerie silence enveloped the world as millions of souls were abruptly erased, vanishing into the gaping maw that had suddenly fractured our planet's surface. In stunned disbelief, people huddled around their televisions and phones, eyes glued to news anchors and experts who grappled futilely to explain the inexplicable phenomenon. Initially, everyone clung to the hope that it was an isolated incident, a freakish anomaly—until it happened again. In a modest town where a small family fought desperately for survival as the ground quaked ominously beneath their feet. Their flickering hope nearly extinguished until whispers of salvation reached them: humanity was regrouping in Wichita, Kansas, rallying to mount a defense against this unprecedented catastrophe. Book Two: The Crossroads A thousand years had passed since the event, yet for one young teen born into a rising merchant faction, the weight of his future weighed heavily upon him. His father had already paved the path for him. Expecting him to continue the family tradition of selling and buying from the daring divers who braved the treacherous dungeons scattered across their world. It was a profession that both intrigued and called out to the boy, with its promise of adventure and riches. But with only his modest power of inspection, which meant nothing in the world of divers but everything to the merchant clans, it would take every ounce of determination and strength for him to break free and join the prestigious Divers Academy. The shoulder crushing weight of expectations tried to smother his dreams, but he refused to let it crush his spirit. He would make his own destiny, no matter what obstacles stood in his way.
wovenofink · 11.7K Views

Weary Hunter

You ever just get sucked into a place? Well maybe not sucked into. One minute you're driving along the next minute Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore. Portaled straight into hell various people have told you to go to throughout your life. Apparently it’s called a dungeon but that seems borderline bdsm, even more so in context, so let’s go with dimension. So you, Dorothy, are not in Kansas. Are we copacetic? Good. Now this not Kansas place we find ourselves in has got some problems. Problem one: you have no idea what a demon would actually look like but the snarling eight foot tall, uglier than shit on your shoe, razor sharp toothed, eyes blacker than the soul of your ex, redder than old yellers pecker, maybe has an exoskeleton, thing is doing a pretty bang up job with the impression. Problem two: when the very good demon cosplaying thing, you’re actually ninety percent sure is an actual demon, decides to rip your throat out with its very long and pointy teeth, as you break knuckles and rip tendons trying and failing to keep your trachea where it should be, you ain’t checking out as ought to be after x pints of blood lost and crushed and devoured organs. Undying seems pretty nifty and all but there comes a time when one needs to check out as it were. Flee the old mortal coil. Break a toe or two on that proverbial bucket. Hell at least lose consciousness. So what then when there ain't nothing but goin and the goin gets a bit tougher then what ought to be handled by a mortal man? Well let me tell you it fucking sucks big time. Small digression here. Have you ever screamed without your throat? Me neither, you just sort of gurgle and wheeze. If you're lucky you make a wet whistling noise. The world doesn’t get darker and you don’t get to go someplace that isn't here right now when you are undying. No checkout desk at the hotel you, sorry. One star would not recommend, highly. Digression over. Problem three: Ain’t got no shoes to snap together and wish myself back to tornado alley. Don’t know where to go. Don’t know what to do. Got a status and a time limit. Great. Super. Now what the actual fuck is this clock counting down to in my personal floating spreadsheet of all things quantifiably me? Who knows. I got one thing going for me though. I have a great teacher: pain. The most loyal and dedicated companion. It will never steer you wrong. It will never lie to you. It will never ignore you even when you beg. I heed you, pain, and I will know wisdom.
Bad_Thiliono · 2K Views
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