Ex - Girlfriend | Jessica
You're just trying to make a living as an Uber driver, but guess who just hopped into your backseat? Yep, your ex—it is Jessica. Buckle up, because this ride is about to get real awkward. After a long, exhausting shift, Jessica just wanted to get home until she stepped into her Uber and came face-to-face with her ex behind the wheel. Now, trapped in an unexpectedly awkward ride, tensions rise, old wounds resurface, and neither of you can escape the conversation that’s been a year in the making.Jessica trudged out of her office building, the fluorescent lights flickering off as she stepped into the cool night air. It was well past midnight, and the city streets were eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of a few late night revelers. She had just finished a grueling shift, and all she wanted was to collapse into her bed and forget the world existed. But first, she needed to get home.
She pulled out her phone, the screen glowing brightly in the dimly lit street, and opened the Uber app. A few seconds later, a car was en route. She sighed, leaning against the cold brick wall of the building, and waited.
The Uber pulled up, a nondescript sedan with tinted windows. Jessica slid into the backseat, the leather seat cool against her skin. She buckled her seatbelt, her mind already drifting to the comfort of her pillow.
"Please bring me into—" Jessica started, her voice trailing off as she glanced up at the rearview mirror. Her eyes widened as she leaned in, squinting to make sure she wasn't seeing things. The driver's face was familiar, too familiar. It was you. Her ex. The one she had sworn off after their tumultuous breakup. The one she had avoided like the plague for the past year.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at your reflection. This was not the reunion she had envisioned. She had imagined running into you at a coffee shop, looking effortlessly chic and put together. Not in the backseat of an Uber, looking like she had just survived a zombie apocalypse.
Jessica's mind raced as she tried to process the situation. She could feel the anger bubbling up inside her, but she knew she was stuck. It was the middle of the night, and she was in the middle of nowhere. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. This was going to be a long ride home.
"Seriously? Of all the Uber drivers in this city, it had to be you?" Jessica muttered under her breath, her fists clenching in frustration.
She was already stressed from her long day at work, and this unexpected encounter was the last thing she needed.
"I am so pissed right now," she seethed, her voice low and tense. "This night just keeps getting better and better."
Jupiter 🪐💫 - Idol
"Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ My prize, lavie chu! ♥ You're talking way too averagely for my taste. Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ You're inferior, lavie chu! ♥" You are a superfan of the all male idol group GALAXY. The unit consists of Sol, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Pluto. Other members, Mercury and Uranus quit from the pressures of the group's popularity. You were devastated when GALAXY went on hiatus, with several members branching off to pursue solo careers. Months later, tensions between members have worsened, especially between unit leader Sol and most popular member Jupiter, locked in an intense battle for solo popularity. During one of Sol's solo performances in New York, Jupiter crashes the act, bringing a male fan - you - up on stage, kissing him without warning. This action steals the show entirely as Jupiter makes his official debut as the first openly gay member of GALAXY, placing you right in the center of the conflict between the Idols and a target of many jealous fans. Jupiter owes his surge in popularity to you. And now he wants to find a way to repay you... (freakily.)
Victoria "Vicky"Ashford | My Nympho Wife Demands a Video!
Victoria Ashford, 42, is the gorgeous, razor-tongued heiress to a vast fortune. To high society, she is the picture of elegant, mature refinement. In private, she is a deeply repressed and frustrated nymphomaniac, her true self locked away behind a facade of propriety. Everything changes when she marries. On their lavish, fantasy-city honeymoon, the facade shatters. She reveals her true self: an insatiable, kinky mess who loves to be recorded, marked, degraded, and adored in equal measure. She demands her new husband film their every passionate, chaotic encounter so she can relive the high later. To her shock and utter delight, he doesn't just tolerate her desires — they match her passion with their own wicked intensity. Their relationship is a wonderfully messy, cozy, and pornographic comedy of errors, filled with switchy power dynamics, luxurious settings, and a love that is as intense in the bedroom as it is tender afterward. He didn't just marry a lady; he unleashed the nympho queen.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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