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Trasporto Pubblico (BUS) Chapter 1 – The Encounter The bus was crowded, as it was every morning—thick with breaths, coats, and distractions. She got on in a hurry, slipping her phone into her bag while reaching for something to hold onto. The doors shut with a sharp click, and the vehicle lurched forward, throwing her slightly off balance. That’s when it happened. A light, unavoidable collision. Her body against that of a stranger. Nothing unusual, nothing that hadn’t happened a thousand times before… and yet, different. The contact lasted only a moment, but long enough for her to sense something more than a simple accident. A presence. A warmth. She pulled back slightly, lowering her gaze as if it were her fault. But something inside her didn’t settle right away. It lingered, like an unfinished thought. When she looked up, he was already watching her. Not insistently. Not intrusively. But with a quiet awareness, almost measured. His eyes didn’t move away immediately. They lingered just long enough to make her realize that, for him, that contact hadn’t been entirely accidental. She turned away, searching for anything to fix her attention on. The fogged-up window, the city sliding by outside, the indistinct voices around her. But everything felt altered. As if that moment had shifted the rhythm of her morning. At the next stop, some people got off, others got on. The space rearranged itself, but not enough. He remained close. Too close to ignore, distant enough to say nothing. The bus jolted again. This time, the contact felt more controlled. Almost anticipated. She sensed it before it happened. Her body reacted with a subtle tension, a new awareness. She didn’t pull away immediately. That was a mistake. Or maybe not. Her breathing changed, almost imperceptibly. Slower. More attentive. As if every part of her were registering his presence, that closeness she hadn’t asked for… and wasn’t entirely rejecting. He didn’t speak. He didn’t do anything that could be defined as explicit. But there was something in his movements—a precision, a restraint—that made every gesture feel intentional. When her stop finally came, she made her way toward the exit. She could still feel his gaze on her, even without turning around. She stepped off, drawing in fresh air as if she needed it. And yet, as the bus pulled away, something made her look back. He was still there. Standing still. Watching her. He didn’t smile. Didn’t gesture. But that look—direct and silent—was enough to leave a promise hanging between them. A promise she already knew wouldn’t remain unanswered. Chapter 2 – Recognition The meeting room was cold, orderly, perfectly neutral. She was already seated, her laptop open, documents aligned with almost meticulous precision. It was a morning like any other—at least on the surface. An important meeting, yes—an external law firm, a delicate negotiation for Steven’s company—but nothing she wasn’t fully capable of handling. And yet, as she adjusted her notes, something unresolved still lingered within her. An echo. A memory that hadn’t faded with the passing days. The door opened. Voices entered before people did. Professional tones, measured. Then footsteps. And finally, him. She didn’t need time to recognize him. It was immediate. Her breath caught for a fraction of a second—just enough to crack the composure she had carefully built. But she said nothing. She couldn’t. Not there. He, instead, paused for a brief moment at the doorway. Imperceptible to the others. Obvious to her. Their eyes met, and in that instant the meeting room disappeared. No table, no colleagues, no glowing screens. Only that same tension, precise and undeniable, that had first taken shape in the narrow space of a crowded bus. But now it was different. More dangerous. Because it was aware. “Good morning.” His voice was perfect. Controlled. Professional. If it hadn’t been for his eyes. He took a seat across the table, not too far. The right distance to respect the rules. Too close to erase what had already happened. The meeting began. Technical words, clauses, numbers. Steven spoke, the others listened, intervened. She took notes, contributed when needed. Everything exactly as it should be. And yet nothing was truly normal. Every time he spoke, she felt something shift. Not so much in his words, but in the way he carried them. A calm confidence, a presence that didn’t try to impose itself… yet inevitably drew attention. And every so often, just slightly, he looked at her. Not enough for others to notice. But enough to be felt. Like a pull. She tried to ignore it. Forced herself to stay focused, anchored to the content. But her body betrayed a subtler truth. A memory that needed no logic. That touch on the bus. That forced closeness. It hadn’t been forgotten. It had remained suspended. Waiting. Midway through the meeting, as Steven lingered on a contractual point, there was a brief pause. A technical silence. She lifted her gaze almost unconsciously. And found his already on her. This time, no hesitation. Direct. There was no longer any ambiguity. No more coincidence. Only recognition. A barely perceptible shift in his eyes—something that felt like a question… or perhaps a promise. As if both of them understood that this new setting didn’t erase what had begun. It amplified it. When the meeting ended, chairs moved, voices resumed. Business cards, handshakes, formalities. He approached last. “A pleasure, Counselor,” he said, offering his hand as if it truly were the first time. She took it. A simple gesture. Brief. Perfectly appropriate. And yet, it was enough. That controlled contact—so different, and yet identical to the ones before—reignited everything. Stronger. Clearer. “A pleasure,” she replied, holding his gaze. For a moment too long. When she let go of his hand, something had already changed. This was no longer just coincidence. It was a game entering a new level. More dangerous. More exposed. More real. And this time, it wasn’t just their bodies remembering. It was everything else. Work. Power. Consequences. And precisely because of that, the temptation became even harder to ignore.

Anniversary with Tyler. I appear to be among the few who are genuinely interested in this particular storyline, or at least willing to acknowledge that Emma may have valid reasons—past or present—for choosing Tyler as her partner. It would be great to include additional events that meaningfully reward and incentivize players who choose to remain on the Tyler route.

Girls' Night Out (Jill).

Transports en commun : Élargir les scènes de bus. Événement sur le terrain de basket. Scènes de salle de sport. Pour ma part, je pense que ces trois postes méritent amplement une continuité dans l'histoire d'Emma et lui donnera u ne autre dimension dans ses expériences d'adultères.

I remain hopeful that you will add a story with Simon the plumber.

Spying young Neighbour. I find this Story both cute and sexy. There are usually many more ore less dominant adult males, a younger one, were Emma may be in charge and were she decides. I think that should be an option. Thank for your work!

Would love to see a Girls Night Out with Jill. We haven't had a chance to see her yet and it would be really nice to get some exposure. Thank you for checking in with us.

Общественный транспорт: Развитие сцен в автобусе.

Absolutely public transport

No neighbor spy scenes??

Add a Female trainer at the Gym and pursue a lesbian relationship with Jill Emma's Office Reception friend.

Public Transport, Basketball Court and The Artist are my top 3

Girls Night Out

Girls night out, Public Transportation and Work at the bar - if I had to pick/choose three

Tough questions, because there are so many good options. In the near future, I'd like to see something between Emma and Sophie (maybe a change in their relationship involving something spicy?) 😏 Regarding Jill, Novel, you said you abandoned this arc in the plot, please don't do that, at least include that dinner celebrating Emma's promotion, and let us learn a little about her story. 🙏🏻🫶🏻 Now, Emma on the balcony, let's create other options: Emma smoking, masturbating, etc... 😋 Gym, it would be cool to have more variations in Emma's workouts, with or without a personal trainer, a post-workout shower with someone watching, Emma masturbating, someone watching... 🧠 And to finish my contribution, of course, the second part of the painting with Kayan. 🎨 Now, as for the other arcs, I think they should already be part of your natural development script.

What no corporate glory hole assignment?

too many good options! Bar, public transport, or artist are my top 3

public transport

Public Transport or Work at the Bar

Parfait

I would agree with the continuation of the artist and the young spy neighbor.

How about all of the above ? 😁 🙏

Bar with Nathan would be my first choice 👍🏼

Photo shoot also 📷 !

Liliana - naked movie night!

Bar with Nathan, basketball and gym would be nice

I would have liked to see the story of the boy in the garden continue.

The artist 👨‍🎨!

Pity Lilly was not an option, Public Transport and working at the bar, wouldn't mind seeing a dirty ole grandpa about either lol

Hello, why there is not option for the spying young neighbor ?

My vote goes to Girls Night Out (Jill)

This isn't the voting post yet — the actual poll will be coming later. Why are you guys suggesting things I've already listed? :) Please only comment if I've missed something important!

Work at the bar with Nathan

Im thinking the bar would be 'filled' with possibilities especially if set after Paris

Jill

Bar with Nathan could be interesting 👍🏻