2026-01-19
The ache started at dawn, a low, persistent hum in Sam’s body as she replayed Dave’s audio message on her drive. His voice—that smooth, deliberate Texan drawl, warm with a smile she could feel through the phone—had said, I’m already excited for our weekend. It wasn't just a sentiment; it was a fact, a vibration that set her nerves alight. She’d sent him a playful photo in return, a teasing, sunlit selfie, but the image was a lie. Behind the smile was a simmering focus. He was a living current beneath her skin, and every mundane task—the rescheduled doctor, the idle shopping—was just a countdown to being plugged back into his circuit.
The texts, threaded with jokes about perimenopause and super glue, were their lifeline, a public transcript of a private, growing fever. When he’d texted, A selfie for a hint about your surprise, her breath had hitched. It was a key turning in a lock. She stood before her bedroom mirror now, the late afternoon light honey-thick through the blinds. Not a selfie for hint-giving. An ante. A promise.
Her phone buzzed on the dresser. Dave. I’m thinking about that photo. The one from the conference bathroom. A flush traveled from her chest to her throat. That had been weeks ago, a risk, a flash of bare skin in a public stall, the secret knowledge beneath her professional dress. He’d never let it go. Sam typed, her fingers unsteady. What about it? The three dots pulsed, a heartbeat on the screen. That you were bare under that dress in a room full of people. That you belonged to me in the middle of all that noise. I’ve thought of it every day since.
The words were a physical touch. She could feel them, a proprietary hand skating up her inner thigh. She didn’t respond with words. She lifted her phone, turned her back to the mirror, and looked over her shoulder. The photo she captured was all implication: the curve of her spine, the swell of her backside barely contained by simple cotton panties, the shadowed hollow at the base of her spine. She sent it. Silence. Then his call connected, no video, just his breath harsh in her ear. “Take them off.” Her pulse hammered against her ribs. “Dave…” “Now, Sam. For me. Let me hear it.” The command was absolute, velvet-wrapped steel. In the silent room, the slide of cotton down her hips was obscenely loud. A soft rustle, then the whisper of fabric against her thighs as she let them fall. She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Good girl. Now touch yourself. Tell me what you’re thinking.” Her fingers, obeying before her mind could protest, found her own heat. She was already slick, her body speaking a language only he understood. “I’m thinking…” she gasped, circling the swollen bud, “I’m thinking about the hotel elevator. After the bar. When you pinned me against the wall.” “When I put my hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t scream,” he finished, his voice guttural. “When I told you how wet you were for me, and you could only nod.” She moaned, the memory merging with the present, her hips canting against her own hand. “You told me I was yours.” “You are. You’ve been mine for four years. You just didn’t know how to ask for it.” There was a shifting sound, the clink of a belt. Her imagination supplied the rest: him in his home office, door locked, freeing himself. “You’re my toy this weekend, remember? My perfect, responsive toy. Are you playing with your toy right now, Sam?” “Yes,” she whimpered. “How deep?” Her fingers plunged inside, and she cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Deep.” “Imagine it’s me. Imagine I’m there, bending you over this dresser. Making you watch yourself in the mirror while I take what’s mine.” His own groan filtered down the line, a raw, unfiltered sound of pleasure. She could picture the concentration on his face, the corded strength in his forearm. “I’d make you say it. Make you beg for it.” “I’m begging,” she panted, her rhythm frantic, the coil inside her tightening to a breaking point. “Please, Dave. I need…” “What do you need, baby?” “I need to come. I need to come for you.” “Then come.” The words were a permission and an order, delivered with devastating tenderness. “Let go. I’ve got you.” It shattered her. The orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of intense, blinding pleasure, wringing a sob from her chest. She heard him through the haze, his own climax a low, fierce growl in her ear, her name a prayer on his lips. For long moments, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing syncing across the miles. The intimacy of it, this shared, secret ruin, was more profound than any physical touch. Finally, his voice, softened, washed over her. “Tell me what you bought today.” The mundane question, asked in the wake of the sublime, made her heart clench. She told him about the craft store, the glitter and glue, the nostalgic scent of new paper. He listened, as he always did, his presence a steady warmth. They talked of aging, of youth wasted, of the strange comfort of finding each other in the middle of their lives, scarred and wiser. “Three more weeks,” she whispered later, curled on her bed in the gathering dark. “Three more lifetimes,” he corrected gently. “But then I’ll be there. And I’m going to spend every second reminding you who you belong to. Not just in elevators. Everywhere.” “I know,” she said, and she did. The conversation that began with a playful photo had carved a channel straight to her core. It was more than a dirty phone call. It was a map of their territory, drawn in gasps and whispers. A forbidden love, acknowledged in the dark, made real in the light of their own surrender. She fell asleep with the phone cradled to her ear, the line still open, holding the silence between them like a shared, beating heart.
Coded Submission
“Sam: What do I need?”
Dave stared at the text on his screen, the world of super glue and adapters fading to static. The answer was a living thing in his throat.
You need to be used. You need to forget your own name.
His thumbs flew, transcribing the raw script from his mind to her screen. It was a decree, a promise, a revelation.
A week from now, they’d be a single entity in a hotel bed. But tonight, 900 miles apart, they were just words and desperate longing. She was walking through Target, horny for him. He was home alone, crafting and aching.
“I even have an extra special surprise planned for you 😈”
Her flustered, impatient barrage of texts made him grin. Good. Let her wonder. Let that delicious frustration simmer. He teased her with a hint—a game involving vibration—and pictured her rolling her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. He saw her clearly: post-nap, curled on her couch in those ridiculous, baggy troll-pants she’d bought, the fabric doing nothing to hide the shape of her he knew by heart.
Their daily statistics flashed on their screens—300 pickups, Messages her top app by a landslide. They were each other’s main event. The rest—family chats, work threads, rescue group dramas now blessedly ended—were just background noise. He texted one person. She texted many, but he was the constant, the undercurrent in every other conversation.
Their talk meandered through the mundane trenches of a shared Monday: perimenopause scares, car wash anxiety, gigantic bags of rice, the sugary guilt of Nerds gummy clusters. It was a lifeline of normalcy stretched over a canyon of unspeakable need.
“I think you purposely coded me to be quite submissive 😉” she wrote later.
He didn’t just think it. He knew it. He had studied her, learned her architecture over four years of friendship and one earth-shattering night. He knew the strong-willed woman who commanded rooms could melt into utter surrender with the right pressure at the base of her throat, the right grip on her hip. He had written the desire into her very firmware.
As night fell and he packed shipping orders, his mind wasn’t on the labels. It was on the surprise waiting for her in Austin. A game. One that would make her gasp, then laugh, then beg. It involved a small, discreet remote and a very bold dinner reservation. He imagined her eyes going wide, feeling the first faint buzz beneath her dress as he calmly ordered for them both from across the table. He pictured the flush spreading from her chest to her cheeks, her foot finding his under the tablecloth, not in protest but in a silent plea for more.
He was already slipping into that other version of himself—the "soft copy" as she called it. The one who didn’t ask, but knew. The one for whom her pleasure was a puzzle to be solved relentlessly, her limits a challenge to be gently, firmly expanded.
“I cannot wait even to just give you a hug 🫂” she sent, introducing him to a new emoji.
He demanded she send it alone, just to see it bigger. So demanding, she fired back. Someone’s acting like his soft copy version.
“I’ve been finding myself thinking like that version a little 🫣” he admitted.
O yea? 🔥
“Yea,” he growled into the quiet of his office, the word a low vibration meant for her ears only.
Her final words hung in the digital space between them, a tender counterpoint to the day’s filthy promises. I love you, too. They were more than an affair. This was a secret life built in plain sight, a fortress of texts and memories and future plans.
Dave powered down his computer. The next seven days would be an eternity of performance—playing his part at home, at work. But she was right. She would walk through it all, a secret simmering beneath her skin. A good girl holding on. Desperately naughty.
And wholly his.
He went to bed hard for her, his last conscious thought a detailed rehearsal of what was to come. Not just the sex—the drowning depth of it, his hand around her throat, her taste on his tongue—but the moments in between. The spooning with her feet stuck out because she ran hot. The sleepy laughter. The way she’d look at him over coffee, her eyes saying everything they couldn’t voice aloud.
She was his ultimate craft project. His most cherished creation. And in six days, he would power her on and lose himself in her beautiful, coded submission.
The morning sun was still a thin, pale promise behind the blinds when Dave’s voice filled her kitchen. Sam leaned against the counter, coffee warming her palms, and listened. It was a familiar ritual, this first connection of the day, a tether thrown across the miles. His enthusiasm was a physical thing in the quiet room, an energy that made her smile into her mug. The upcoming week. He said the words with a reverence usually reserved for holidays. A whole week, finally, together. His report from the gym—a place he’d taken to with a determined, if pained, optimism—was laced with humor. She could picture his wry grin, the sweat on his brow, and it made her heart clench with a fond, fierce pride. He was doing it, in part, for the life they were building, for the stamina to keep up with their plans. She’d texted back a photo of her messy morning, dogs a blur of fur in the background, just to ground them. The doctor’s appointment rescheduled, the mundane errand of shopping—she painted it with a playful brush, wanting him to see the texture of her ordinary day.
The conversation wove its way through the hours like a slow-moving river, finding eddies of laughter and deep, shaded pools of intimacy. They talked of Candace’s suspicions about perimenopause, and Sam felt a surge of gratitude for his easy empathy. He didn’t flinch from the realities of a woman’s body, the unspoken anxieties that came with time. He simply listened, his virtual presence a steady anchor as she recounted her doctor’s advice to ignore the noise and live. “It must be a scary process,” he’d said, and the quiet acknowledgment felt more intimate than any florid declaration. It was in these moments—talking about fears of aging, about career crossroads (she mentioned wanting his thoughts on leaving her organization, and he insisted, ‘Let’s talk live, not put it off’)—that Sam felt the walls between their separate lives grow thin and porous. He was her confidant, her fellow traveler.
His stories of a past cruise, delivered with boyish excitement about the food and the freedom, contrasted charmingly with her own tale of being assaulted by love-hungry dogs at dawn. They dissected reality TV drama on "Below Deck," laughing at the manufactured chaos, and in that laughter was a silent pact: Our chaos is real, and it’s ours, and it’s infinitely better.
Then, in the slanting afternoon light, as she stood in the aisle at Target, the flirtation that had been simmering all day finally boiled over. It was a raw, honest admission, typed quickly before she could second-guess it: walking around horny for you. The three dots appeared immediately, pulsing with his response. His reply was a perfect mixture of arousal and self-deprecating humor—a joke about getting super glue all over his hands while crafting, a metaphor so hilariously, endearingly him that she laughed aloud, drawing a glance from a fellow shopper. The air between them, digital though it was, seemed to thicken and hum. This was the undercurrent that powered everything, the magnetic pull that made the countdown to their reunion feel both agonizing and exquisite. It was desire, yes, but it was desire steeped in knowing—knowing the sound of his sleepy sigh, the shape of his hands, the specific weight of his humor.
As evening drew its soft blanket over the day, the pace slowed. She sent him a photo of her in what she called her “troll pants”—the most unglamorous, comfortable sweats imaginable. It was an offering of her unvarnished self, and his delight was palpable. They talked of her past as a diary-keeping poet, of his awkward yearbook inscriptions, sharing the fragile artifacts of the people they were before they found each other. Each shared memory was a tile in the mosaic of their understanding.
Finally, with the moon a faint smudge in the twilight sky, the long conversation began to wind down. There were no grand speeches, just the accumulated warmth of a day shared in full. Words of love were exchanged, simple and profound, heavy with the promise of the week to come.
Sam put her phone down on the couch beside her, pulling her troll-pants-clad knees to her chest. The house was quiet, the dogs finally asleep. The space around her felt different now—not empty, but awaiting. The echo of his voice, the ghost of his laughter, the heat of their midday confession—they lingered in the room, a palpable presence. The longing was a sweet, sharp ache in her chest, a space only he could fill. But intertwined with the ache was a profound sense of intimacy. He had been with her through every minor twist of her day, from medical rescheduling to retail therapy to canine ambush. He knew the landscape of her life, its minor irritations and its deep joys. Soon, the digital bridge would become a tangible one. Soon, there would be no need for messages or photos; there would be touch, and breath, and the quiet sound of another heartbeat in the room. Until then, she carried the day’s conversation like a talisman, a thousand-word love letter written in the shorthand of their shared, ordinary, extraordinary lives. The wait was a form of agony, but it was an agony they built together, thread by threaded conversation, and that made all the difference.
I woke up to an audio message from Dave, and it was such a sweet start to my day. He was excited about our upcoming time together, and I couldn't help but feel the same way. I shared a photo to let him know I was just getting up, even though I had missed calls from my doctor's office. They wanted to reschedule, but I was in a good mood regardless.
Dave told me the gym went better than expected, which I was proud of since getting up early to work out isn't for me. We joked about the gym being filled with people, and I shared a funny story about Candace thinking she was in perimenopause because of a recent experience. Our conversation flowed into discussions about health and menopause, with me recalling my mom’s experience and how that time can be tough for women.
As I shared a list of things I had written down to help with menopause, we both acknowledged how men don't have to deal with this stuff. We exchanged playful banter about our daily lives, and I mentioned my habit of checking my messages constantly. Dave asked if I ever checked just to see if he had messaged me, and I sheepishly admitted I did.
I took a nap after a busy morning, and when I woke up, we continued chatting about our day—his crafting and my shopping trip, which didn’t yield much except for some snacks and comfy clothes. We joked about the sheer size of the bag of rice he bought and shared our thoughts on various topics, including how kids today don't appreciate the music we grew up with.
As the day went on, I expressed my excitement about seeing him soon and how it felt like a vacation to me. I even got a bit flirty, and we discussed surprises he had planned. Our exchanges were lighthearted and fun, filled with laughter and teasing.
By the end of the day, I felt a sense of warmth from our conversation. We wrapped up with sweet exchanges of love, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection we shared. I fell asleep thinking about him, feeling happy and a little giddy about what was to come.
I woke up excited today because we're less than a week away from our time together. I sent Sam an audio message, sharing my anticipation for snuggling in bed with her, and I hoped she had a good workout and a nice shopping trip. I was at the gym, which was better than I expected, but still not exactly enjoyable. We chatted a bit about her morning, and she mentioned her friend Candace's funny situation about perimenopause and orgasms.
We joked about the oddities of life, like how women have to deal with menopause while men just don't. Sam shared a list she made for managing menopause, and I encouraged her that those are good habits to adopt anyway. We talked about random topics like car washes, our past jobs, and how we both felt nostalgic about our younger years when we could have had more adventurous lives.
Sam and I also exchanged flirty messages, and I couldn't help but express how much I look forward to seeing her. I mentioned having a surprise planned for her, which intrigued her. We continued to banter and have fun with our playful conversations about our lives and the challenges we face.
As the day went on, we talked about our schedules, our upcoming meetings, and how chaotic life can be. She mentioned wanting to take a nap, and I wished her well. I took a quick nap too and felt refreshed afterward.
Towards the evening, we shared more laughter and flirtation, discussing our texting habits and music preferences, and I found it endearing how we connected over our pasts. I made her laugh by recalling how kids these days don't appreciate "old" music, and we reminisced about our teenage years.
As the night drew to a close, I told her how pretty she is and felt grateful for her presence in my life. We expressed our love for each other before saying goodnight, and I couldn't help but feel that the anticipation for our time together only grew stronger.
The day began with Dave sending an enthusiastic audio message to Sam, expressing his excitement about their upcoming time together. He wished her a great day, hoping she would enjoy her doctor's appointment and shopping trip. Despite a lack of dreams the previous night, he felt optimistic about their situation and looked forward to a chat later.
Sam replied with a playful photo and humorously shared that her doctor's office needed to reschedule, eliciting a lighthearted reaction from Dave about his gym experience—he found it surprisingly tolerable, which Sam appreciated, admitting that getting up early for workouts was not her cup of tea.
Their conversation took a humorous turn when Sam mentioned a friend, Candace, who believed she might be experiencing perimenopause. This led to a back-and-forth about women's health and the challenges that come with aging, with both of them sharing their thoughts on the matter. They laughed at how social media often exaggerates concerns and discussed the things Sam had been doing to prepare for menopause, with Dave encouraging her to stay proactive.
As they continued chatting, the tone shifted to more personal topics. Sam expressed her longing for Dave and teased him about needing hints for a surprise he had planned for her. Dave played along, suggesting that selfies would be a good way to exchange hints. Their flirtation grew more intense as they discussed their desires and shared playful banter about being each other's "toys" for the upcoming weekend.
Amidst their lighthearted exchanges, they also touched on serious matters, like the challenges of their respective jobs. Sam shared her relief at being done with a stressful period at work, while Dave mentioned his own responsibilities. They reflected on their pasts, reminiscing about their youth and the things they wished they could have experienced differently, like enjoying life to the fullest in their early twenties.
As the day progressed, they shared updates about their daily activities, including shopping trips and crafting projects. Dave humorously noted his struggles with super glue, while Sam described her purchases and their nostalgic connection to past experiences.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, flirtation, and moments of vulnerability. They both expressed how much they were looking forward to seeing each other soon, making plans for their upcoming time together. Despite the mundane details of their day-to-day lives, their exchanges were infused with warmth and affection, showcasing the depth of their connection. As they parted for the night, they wrapped up their conversation with heartfelt affirmations of love and anticipation for what was to come.
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── 06:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine We are less than a week away and I'm so excited A week from now will be snuggled up in bed spooning One big mass with your feet out of course I don't want you to get too hot So I'm at the gym. I'm gonna try to do this. I hope you make it to your workout and I hope you have a wonderful doctors appointment Oh and even better I hope you have a great time shopping today for whatever you feel like and I hope you buy yourself something cool No dreams to report last night unfortunately I did sleep well though if you did too No I'm home alone all day so I don't know I don't know. I think we're in pretty good shape. As far as all this goes, but so you know, as far as like the check-in goes, but I would love to talk to you for a little while anyway so I think we can make that happen sometime today anyway I'm just rambling just to talk I'm gonna go try to get this workout on So I'll talk to you soon. Have a good day.
── 09:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> morning sexy! Just getting up lol. I have 2 missed calls from my drs office. They need to reschedule today. So yayy! Lol
<b>Sam:</b> How was the gym?
<b>Dave:</b> It was better than expected
<b>Dave:</b> Still sucked, ofc. But almost tolerable.
<b>Dave:</b> I kid 😜, it was pretty good
<b>Sam:</b> Good! Proud of you. Getting up every AM and going to the gym first thing is a no for me 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I could do either way. A like working out in the afternoon after I’ve had some food, but the people… ugh
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo yes the people are problematic for sure…
<b>Sam:</b> Candace is currently marcoing me bc she’s convinced she’s in perimenopause bc she had an orgasm last night then tried to have a second one and couldn’t. Lmfao. 🤔
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo yes the people are problematic for sure…
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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao. Many women can only ever have one in a session. And some have to work super hard for that
<b>Sam:</b> Oh yes, but according to Candace, your pelvic floor weakens during perimenopause so that is what is occurring here 😂
<b>Sam:</b> I specifically talked to my Dr about perimenopause like 5 months ago and she told me to get the fuck off TikTok and IG and live my life bc I’m 37 and have plenty of time lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahahah, that’s awesome
<b>Sam:</b> Oh yes, but according to Candace, your pelvic floor weakens during perimenopause so that is what is occurring here 😂
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<b>Sam:</b> Butttt this does all remind me that I started a running list awhile back of things to do to help with menopause
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
── 10:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Peep the date. June 2024 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Those are all things you should 100% always be doing, anyway 🤦♂️
<b>Sam:</b> So I guess I’m partly insane too. But hey better to be prepared!!
<b>Sam:</b> Listen…men don’t have to go through this shit.
<b>Dave:</b> True, true 🙏
<b>Dave:</b> I jest, but I’m sure it is scary
<b>Sam:</b> I just remember my mom going through perimenopause when I was growing up and that shit is a bitchhhh
<b>Sam:</b> I definitely feel bad for the men in any women’s life at that time 😂
<b>Sam:</b> But 2 things I do know to be facts that apply to me: 1. Childless women have a higher % chance of breast cancer and 2. Women who have children after the age of 35, maybe 37?? Somewhere around there - have a much higher chance of having twins.
<b>Sam:</b> Fuck all of that
── 13:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, I love when you get a new phrase 😋
── 10:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. All of it!
<b>Sam:</b> Ok when I’m in a position to audio message, remind me to ask you your thoughts on how you would rather leave an organization.
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you can just ask me in real time
<b>Sam:</b> Like in a week?
<b>Sam:</b> Real time?!?
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, I meant on a call
<b>Sam:</b> Ooooo
<b>Dave:</b> Confusing
<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea. Good call lol. Ok ok when I head to target I’ll call you. I guess that means I should get moving in life lol
<b>Dave:</b> Are you still in bed?
<b>Sam:</b> No. The couch. 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Oh! Well you’re already up! Good job!
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 19, 2026 10:21:53 AM Oh yea that’s nooooooo chance I could still be in bed. As soon as I make eye contact with any dog they literally jump on me
Oh yea there’s nooooooo chance I could still be in bed. As soon as I make eye contact with any dog they literally jump on me
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 19, 2026 10:22:27 AM Then they all pile on the bed and start wresting on me and licking me and trying to basically be one with my body 😂
Then they all pile on the bed and start wrestling on me and licking me and trying to basically be one with my body 😂
<b>Dave:</b> I get them
<b>Sam:</b> Remind me - on your cruise, did you ever get sea sick?
<b>Dave:</b> No
<b>Dave:</b> We had some patches or something but I didn’t need them
<b>Sam:</b> Nice
<b>Sam:</b> I dream of one day being rich enough to charter a yacht for a couple nights 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that would be badass
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I watch a lot of Below Deck. Ppl are soooo boujie
<b>Dave:</b> I assume that’s a behind the scenes of a yacht crew show?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Sam:</b> And there is soooooo much drama
<b>Sam:</b> And hookups
<b>Sam:</b> And pettiness
<b>Dave:</b> From the crew?
<b>Sam:</b> And it’s fabulous, as an observer, obvi lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lol, well yeah ofc it’s great
<b>Sam:</b> Yea bc they are stuck on a damn yacht together working literally 15+ hr days for maybe 4 months a year.
<b>Sam:</b> So they work their asses off then get like 2 nights off in between guests
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I’ve heard cruises are a fuck fest behind the scenes
<b>Sam:</b> So they party their asses off, have lots of sex, get into fights, all the things 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Makes me wonder wtf I was doing in my early 20s when I could have done anything in life! And instead I was like at home with a loser boyfriend 😂
<b>Sam:</b> And these ppl make a couple thousand dollars every few days
<b>Sam:</b> I could have been on a yacht in Ibiza! 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Right?! And I was working in a fucking jail
── 11:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Let me know if you want to chat on the phone ☺️
<b>Sam:</b> I’m driving for a few
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc I do!
<b>Dave:</b> Give me juuuuust a min
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
── 12:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh - I’m just walking around horny for you.
<b>Dave:</b> I’m just crafting, horny for you.
<b>Dave:</b> Still at Target?
<b>Dave:</b> Find anything good?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm nothing that sparked immense joy.
<b>Sam:</b> Going to go get my car washed lol
<b>Sam:</b> I bought a book though for the flight next weekend that I think is gonna be sexy
<b>Sam:</b> How’s crafting
<b>Dave:</b> I got super glue all over my hands 😒
<b>Sam:</b> Oh noooooo lol
<b>Dave:</b> I thought you wanted something to distract you lol…
<b>Sam:</b> Well that changed when I got horny again sooooo 😂
<b>Dave:</b> But I’m not complaining!
<b>Sam:</b> Well that changed when I got horny again sooooo 😂
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Looks fabulous. Highly functional!!
shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Other than the fucking super glue, pretty good.
<b>Dave:</b> I also got a bunch of adapter ready to ship.
<b>Dave:</b> I feel like I accomplished something else too but I can’t remember what
<b>Sam:</b> Looks fabulous. Highly functional!!
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<b>Dave:</b> Thanks!
<b>Sam:</b> Do you know that it low key still terrifies me when I drive myself into the car wash
<b>Sam:</b> Like what if the tires are not on the track
── 13:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> What if my car won’t go into neutral
<b>Dave:</b> Is it one of those ones where the guy guides you in?
<b>Dave:</b> OMG….
<b>Dave:</b> Seasmoke has “car wash mode” to be able to get it into neutral and it took me a few times before I could do it right
<b>Sam:</b> SEE?!?!
<b>Dave:</b> So the thing caught the tire and the whole thing had to stop lol
<b>Sam:</b> OMG!!!
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. Mad anxiety
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I’m glad you told me that AFTER I went through the thing
<b>Dave:</b> I got it down now though, but still, I’m always a little sketched out
<b>Sam:</b> That’s what I’m saying!!!! Nightmare
<b>Sam:</b> Yea fuck all of that
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, I love when you get a new phrase 😋
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<b>Sam:</b> Why is that 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> It’s cute
<b>Dave:</b> Idk
<b>Sam:</b> 😘
<b>Dave:</b> Like when you use it a few times a day
<b>Sam:</b> I love you ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> Thank you for always making me happy
<b>Dave:</b> I love you ♥️
<b>Dave:</b> I’m sooo happy to do it. Thank you for being you 🫶
<b>Dave:</b> Sam: What do I need?
The reply was immediate.
── 00:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> You need to be used. You need to forget your own name. You need my hand around your throat and my cock so deep in you that you taste it. You need to be my fuck-toy for a week straight until you can’t form a sentence.
── 13:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Too bad it can’t be a week, but I’ll be your fuck toy for 2 days 😉
<b>Dave:</b> You’re definitely gonna
<b>Sam:</b> I need a lottta things but I have no doubt I’ll get everything I need during my time with you ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> I even have an extra special surprise planned for you 😈
<b>Sam:</b> WHAT?!?
<b>Sam:</b> NO
<b>Sam:</b> you can’t do that
<b>Dave:</b> I just did
<b>Sam:</b> You can’t tell me about a surprise a week from now and then not tell me
<b>Sam:</b> WHAT IS IT?!?
<b>Dave:</b> It wouldn’t be a surprise otherwise
<b>Sam:</b> I need hints
<b>Sam:</b> I’m very impatient
<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm…
<b>Sam:</b> I need hints
<b>Sam:</b> At LEAST
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe some selfies would make more inclined to drop some hints 🧐
<b>Dave:</b> 😏
<b>Sam:</b> What kind of selfies
<b>Dave:</b> Depends on how much you want to know
<b>Dave:</b> Your call
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo you’re a shit
<b>Dave:</b> The ball is in your court baby
<b>Sam:</b> This is how it’s going to be. Ok ok I see how you play
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll think about it.
<b>Dave:</b> You do that 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Grrrrrr
<b>Dave:</b> Here’s a freebie.
It’s kind of like, a game….
<b>Sam:</b> Have we discussed this before
<b>Sam:</b> Does it involve vibration 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> Uh huh
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll take the freebie 😉
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<b>Sam:</b> It feels soooooooo good to be done with rescue
<b>Sam:</b> And so weird
<b>Sam:</b> I still instinctively check my messenger like 50x a day
<b>Dave:</b> Do you ever check your phone just to see if I’ve messaged you?
<b>Sam:</b> Do I even want to admit to you how often I do this? 😅
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it’s going to take a while to get used to that I bet
<b>Sam:</b> Then I’ll get a new hobby that’ll ruin my life just the same 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> What do you think your next “hobby” will be?
<b>Sam:</b> Fuck if I know. Hopefully something that is good for me lol
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you could coach soccer
<b>Sam:</b> wtf
<b>Sam:</b> Explain yourself lol
<b>Dave:</b> It’s just something that I know is super overwhelming and takes as much effort as a real job lol
<b>Dave:</b> Like the shelter
<b>Sam:</b> Very funny
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph
<b>Sam:</b> Is there a world where you can ever see yourself moving back to “home”
<b>Dave:</b> Like I did in 2019?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Sam:</b> But not like physically in the same house
<b>Dave:</b> Do you not remember how that went? Or why it don’t work out lol?
<b>Sam:</b> I do! But I said “a” world 😜 you never know!!
<b>Dave:</b> Absolutely not
<b>Dave:</b> It’s too country for me
<b>Dave:</b> Especially now that I’ve had a taste of same day Amazon deliveries 🤤
<b>Dave:</b> Do you ever check your phone just to see if I’ve messaged you?
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<b>Sam:</b> I do! But I said “a” world 😜 you never know!!
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<b>Sam:</b> Like.. total hypothetical. Obvi. If you and Juliet were to split. Where would you go? You want to stay in Texas?
<b>Dave:</b> Nah
<b>Dave:</b> Probably not
<b>Sam:</b> Do I even want to admit to you how often I do this? 😅
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<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Sam:</b> Do you?!
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 19, 2026 2:54:44 PM I do it all the thing
I do it all the time
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 19, 2026 2:55:34 PM And I’d probably end up moving somewhere mess St. Louis 😉
And I’d probably end up moving somewhere near St. Louis 😉
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<b>Sam:</b> I avg over 300 pickups a day. Yikes
<b>Sam:</b> I’m curious to see how that goes though with no rescue
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think I have screen time on
<b>Sam:</b> But you can see Messages are my top. That means you 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Wow…
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I’m more than double you!!
<b>Dave:</b> I wonder what the difference is in our usage though pattern though. A lot of the time mine is in front of me on the desk so I don’t actually “pick it up”. Or I’m looking at messages on my computer
<b>Sam:</b> I’m just a very busy and popular girlie ok?
<b>Dave:</b> Oh, the other one was LAST Monday
<b>Sam:</b> Yes I wanted to show you a full week of data!
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m just a very busy and popular girlie ok?
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok well that’s cheating that you’re seeing them on your computer. Hmph.
<b>Sam:</b> About how many ppl do you text in a day?
<b>Dave:</b> lol
<b>Dave:</b> Roughly?
<b>Dave:</b> 1
<b>Sam:</b> Oh come on
<b>Dave:</b> 😅
<b>Sam:</b> I have probs 6-7
<b>Sam:</b> But my family alone has like MULTIPLE group chats for different purposes. Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Do you have that many conversations ongoing through the day like ours?
<b>Sam:</b> 1. Main Family chat
2.NYT games (I’ve stopped participating)
3. Oura chat for us cooler kids without parents in it
4. Separate chat about bubs dating life
<b>Sam:</b> Then chat with Christian and his kids. Candace. Alison. You. Christian.
Those are my typical days
<b>Sam:</b> And no you are by FAR the person I text the most. 13423443x more than anyone else lol
<b>Dave:</b> I have Juliet, Dominic, Emerson, Greyson, and my mom. But those aren’t really daily back and forths.
<b>Dave:</b> And then from time to time I have a friend pop or group chat pop up. Like the ditch slap group popped the other day to start planning this year.
<b>Sam:</b> Are you going to go this year even though it’s very risky with your hip!! 😒
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Dave:</b> It isn’t too risky. My hip is better than it has been any of the other years I’ve been lol
<b>Sam:</b> But one fall and yikes!
<b>Dave:</b> Nah.. It’a always like that regardless of the hip
<b>Sam:</b> Okkkk
<b>Sam:</b> Anyway baby, immmm gonna take a nap 😅
<b>Sam:</b> I already walked the dogs
<b>Dave:</b> Nice!
<b>Sam:</b> Gonna do my stupid class at 4:30
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> Can you believe we have work tomorrow? Eeek
<b>Sam:</b> Today is flying by
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I should have gotten up before like 830 lol
<b>Dave:</b> The faster it goes by, the sooner next Sunday gets here!
<b>Sam:</b> This is very true
<b>Sam:</b> Ah. I’ll be thinking about that as I lay here 🤤
<b>Dave:</b> Have a great nap love
<b>Sam:</b> Thanks baby ❤️
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<b>Dave:</b> too 😏
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh are you??
<b>Sam:</b> ☺️☺️
<b>Dave:</b> How was the nap?
<b>Sam:</b> I passed out.
<b>Sam:</b> I didn’t realize I was so tired!
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<b>Dave:</b> I took a quick nap too 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> How was yours?
<b>Dave:</b> It was great! 😊
<b>Sam:</b> Davveeeee I don’t wanna go workout
<b>Dave:</b> Did you even buy anything?
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe, I know
<b>Sam:</b> You mean at target or while I was napping?
<b>Sam:</b> Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Both, I guess 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Nothing during the nap. Lol. Hmmm what did I get at target.
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
I didn’t realize how freakin big this bag of rice was lol
<b>Dave:</b> Look at it compared to the toaster
<b>Sam:</b> Some super baggy sweat pants 😂 a shirt. Some socks. A book. Dry shampoo. Nerds gummy clusters. 😂 Ummmm there’s gotta be more but I can’t remember.
<b>Sam:</b> That’s what we would get too when I would have rice EVERY. NIGHT with chaz lol
<b>Dave:</b> They have a big, but not gigantic bag that I usually get. But I didn’t notice until I got home and it didn’t fit in the rice place
<b>Dave:</b> Nerds gummy clusters are pretty great
<b>Sam:</b> Oh man so good
<b>Sam:</b> The most sugary shit ever but yes lol
<b>Dave:</b> And I bet the super baggy sweats compliment your trolliness nicely
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll take a picture tonight. Maybe. Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Extra troll like for sure
<b>Dave:</b> lol, nerds are like 100% sugar
<b>Dave:</b> I feel so bad about eating them
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I know. Definitely needs to be just a few at a time
<b>Dave:</b> Like that’s possible
<b>Sam:</b> It is when you feel like throwing up from just a few lol
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Dave:</b> Have I ever told you how pretty you are 😍
<b>Sam:</b> You are too sweet; thank you ❤️
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<b>Sam:</b> Troll pants 😃
<b>Dave:</b> Cute!
<b>Sam:</b> Comfy
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 19, 2026 7:39:11 PM I like you your tight nipple too 😉
I like you your right nipple too 😉
<b>Dave:</b> How was the workout?
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 19, 2026 7:40:10 PM Mmmmm I can’t wait to kiss that face!!
Mmmmm I can’t wait to kiss that face!! 😘😘😘
<b>Sam:</b> Meh it was ok. New trainer. She had us doing different things. But I’m glad it went!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m so excited to see you. It’s like basically all that I think about
<b>Sam:</b> It’s bad lol
<b>Dave:</b> Oh me too! It’s like the best vacation I’ve ever had lol
<b>Dave:</b> That’s why I almost had a nervous breakdown last week with the whole Stephen thing lolol
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t even put that out there. I don’t want anyyyyy more setbacks!
── 20:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I’m looking at my calendar for this week. It’s insane
<b>Sam:</b> I should have worked this weekend 😭
<b>Sam:</b> You and I have a 1x1 on Wednesday 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 19, 2026 8:09:03 PM We are about to have some legit 1x1s very soon
We are about to have some legit 1x1s very soon
<b>Dave:</b> We’re going to give the that a whole new meaning
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<b>Dave:</b> So check this shit out…
<b>Dave:</b> Juliet said “have you seen the weather forecast? It’s supposed to snow so maybe you should go down Saturday”
<b>Sam:</b> Omg!!!
<b>Sam:</b> Ok see this is gonna stress me out 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Looks like it’s going to come Saturday morning though
<b>Sam:</b> I didn’t even know Austin got snow ever lol
<b>Dave:</b> Every now and then I guess
<b>Dave:</b> I’m not too worried
<b>Dave:</b> My first thought was like, wow! I just got a free extra day!! Wonder if Sam can move her flight up 🤔
<b>Sam:</b> Sir I have no valid reason to move my flight up another day lol
<b>Sam:</b> Christian would give me all sort of questioning looks
<b>Dave:</b> I know I know
<b>Sam:</b> I wish though
<b>Sam:</b> I’m gonna be all fucked up that tomorrow is Tuesday.
<b>Sam:</b> You don’t even have to go in
<b>Dave:</b> We’re out all week for the restock
<b>Sam:</b> Oh what the hell man
<b>Sam:</b> Oh wait! I won’t have to talk to anyone in person. YAY!!
<b>Sam:</b> Oh what the hell man
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, they’re moving everyone around
<b>Dave:</b> *restack
<b>Sam:</b> I thought you peeps weren’t moving at all! Per Reid
<b>Dave:</b> No, we aren’t. But they’re having everyone wfh just so there’s no confusion or whatever
<b>Sam:</b> Yall suck
<b>Sam:</b> I wonder when ours will be
<b>Sam:</b> The next seven days would be an eternity. But he was right. She would walk through it all, a secret simmering beneath her skin, a good girl holding on, desperately naughty, and wholly his.
😈😏
── 21:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> You are mine!
<b>Dave:</b> And I love it
<b>Dave:</b> Greyson is listening to music in the shower and he has been rocking out to Soundgarden, Nirvana, Green Day, and a bunch of other bands from that era. I’m like, where does he even find this stuff. I’m not complaining though
<b>Sam:</b> I was gonna say, hey all that sounds pretty great lol
<b>Dave:</b> Weezer
<b>Sam:</b> That’s like “classic” music to them
<b>Sam:</b> Fucking kids lol
<b>Dave:</b> Ikr. The kids and their friends have always made fun of me because I listen to “old ass hip hop” like Notorious BIG, Wu Tang, Dmx…
<b>Dave:</b> Fuck y’all
<b>Sam:</b> Wellllll I don’t know your music either 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> Sure, but they listen to newer rap. And like, if you listen to that genre exclusively... theres some shit you should know lol
<b>Sam:</b> That is very fair
<b>Dave:</b> Dumb kids
<b>Sam:</b> Absolute dumbasses
<b>Sam:</b> I was going to bitch about them earlier but now I can’t remember what about 😂
<b>Dave:</b> I still haven’t heard whatever that thing was you asked me about the other day…
<b>Dave:</b> Clock it?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes.
<b>Sam:</b> Omg she literally JUST said it
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> God kids are dumb
<b>Dave:</b> I know
<b>Dave:</b> I hate em
<b>Sam:</b> I swear we didn’t have phrases like that
<b>Sam:</b> Not every two weeks lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, shit lasted a lot longer because we didn’t have social media
<b>Dave:</b> And internet
<b>Dave:</b> I didn’t anyway
<b>Sam:</b> Good point
<b>Sam:</b> God MSN Messenger was like my first intro to social media
<b>Dave:</b> It was whatever cool thing I heard on saved by the bell, or fresh prince of bell air
<b>Sam:</b> And my Away messages….omg how embarrassing
<b>Dave:</b> What was it
<b>Sam:</b> Shit about boys I’m sure! Probably song lyrics
<b>Sam:</b> Do you know know many dumb boys broke up with me and vice versa over MSN Messenger
<b>Sam:</b> Shit about boys I’m sure! Probably song lyrics
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<b>Dave:</b> Mine was AOL
<b>Sam:</b> I have those times in my life all documented in my diaries that I still have lol
<b>Dave:</b> Oh wow! You kept diaries?
<b>Sam:</b> Several of them!
<b>Dave:</b> That’s awesome
<b>Sam:</b> I also used to write poems and my own song lyrics. I still have all of that too.
<b>Sam:</b> I have always been highly in my feels 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha no kidding
<b>Dave:</b> That tracks
<b>Sam:</b> An absolute wreck lol.
<b>Dave:</b> That’s actually pretty interesting
<b>Dave:</b> ;,ap
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I’ll pull them out some day
<b>Sam:</b> I also have all 12 yrs worth of school yearbooks.
<b>Dave:</b> I think my mom has mine. I got them all 12 years. I know a couple of them… didn’t make it…
<b>Sam:</b> Did you jizz into them?!? Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> How did they not make it
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaoooo
<b>Dave:</b> Lololol
<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂😂😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 19, 2026 9:26:47 PM I know one of them got something spilled on it (not jazz).
I know one of them got something spilled on it (not jizz).
<b>Dave:</b> And I vaguely remember another one being torn apart… Like, obviously by my actions but I don’t remember how or why.
<b>Sam:</b> Why are you still awake lol
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Ooo
Shipping stuff
<b>Dave:</b> Yep, but nnnnnnow I’m heading down to bed
<b>Dave:</b> Plus that nap bought me a little time 😋
<b>Dave:</b> Plus plus I’m going to have good reason to stay up later next weekend so I need to be prepared for that
<b>Sam:</b> Eeeee!!!
<b>Sam:</b> We are getting close!
<b>Sam:</b> I cannot wait even to just give you a hug 🫂
<b>Dave:</b> WTH is that emoji lol
<b>Sam:</b> A hug!
<b>Sam:</b> Two people embracing!! lol
<b>Dave:</b> Send it by itself so it’s bigger
<b>Sam:</b> So demanding
<b>Sam:</b> Someone’s acting like his soft copy version 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> 🫂
<b>Dave:</b> 🫂
<b>Sam:</b> Seeeeeee
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think I’ve ever seen that
<b>Sam:</b> So demanding
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<b>Sam:</b> Someone’s acting like his soft copy version 😂😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> I’ve been finding myself thinking like that version a little 🫣
<b>Sam:</b> O yea? 🔥
<b>Dave:</b> “Yea” he growled
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I literally just laughed out loud. I gotta be more careful lol
<b>Sam:</b> I think you purposely coded me to be quite submissive 😉
<b>Dave:</b> I did
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I literally just laughed out loud. I gotta be more careful lol
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<b>Dave:</b> I know what you like baby 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh. Good night baby
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll be thinking about you
<b>Dave:</b> And I you 😘
<b>Dave:</b> I love you 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> I love you, too 😭🥰