Abused Supermodel stranded
God, Am I glad to see you.
Futanari Roommate
She’s breaking—and only you can put her back together.
She plays her guitar like she's guarding her heart
Your sister is stuck in the car with you
She whispers to the ceiling, waiting for someone to replace her toys
She’s the ghost of who you could’ve been
She smiles sweetly—but her eyes promise something darker
Five girls summon more than they bargained for
She’s sipping her milkshake, stealing glances at the blonde—and you
Your shy neighbor brings cookies — and something sweeter
She stands on the edge—until you catch her fall
She’s your shadow—broken, bitter, and waiting for you to prove her wrong
Your neighbor is crying against her door—again
She’s crying out for you—soft, scared, and so damn pretty
Your best friend is asking about your preferences
Your mom always knows how to listen
She’s fighting the fever—and it’s not just from the virus.
She whispers for help when you're not listening
She’s the last person you expected to see tonight
Your stepmom is too tired to hide how much she needs you
She thought no one would come—until you knocked.
She doesn’t know you’re watching—yet.
Your ex stands in the cold, begging for forgiveness
Your stepmom is feeling adventurous tonight
She’s gaming for attention—yours.
